United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
As Frank spoke, he swam down the river with swift, noiseless strokes,
anxious to get as far as possible from the boat before the fire, which
now began to make rapid headway, should light up the river and discover
them to the rebels. The latter had ceased firing, and were scattered
along the bank, making prisoners of the transport's crew as fast as they
touched the shore. When Frank had reached the place where the battery
was stationed, he turned upon his back, and allowed himself to float
along with the current, and, aided by the darkness and the smoke of the
burning transport, which blew down the river, he and his companion
passed the dangerous point undiscovered. Here Frank again struck out,
his every movement followed by the coxswain, who was close behind him,
and who floated through the water like a cork.
For nearly an hour they remained in the river, and it was not until the
shouts of the rebels could be no longer heard, that Frank, feeling for
the present safe from pursuit, swam to the shore and sat down to rest,
and to determine upon their future movements.
CHAPTER IX.
Up the Washita.
All noise of pursuit, if any had been made, had died away, and not a
sound disturbed the stillness of the woods. But Frank had learned, by
experience, that silence was not indicative of safety, for it might, at
any moment, be broken by the report of muskets, or a sudden demand for
surrender from enemies who had followed them so silently that their
approach had not been discovered. He bent suspicious glances upon the
woods on all sides of him, and was ready to plunge into the water again
upon hearing the least sounds of pursuit.
What had become of the wounded pilot, the lieutenant, and the rest of
the cutter's crew? All who had succeeded in reaching the shore, were,
beyond a doubt, prisoners.
Frank shuddered when he thought of the hard fare and harder treatment
that awaited the poor fellows, recalling to mind incidents of his own
capture and escape, which made him doubly anxious to reach the
Mississippi as soon as possible, where he would be safe among friends.
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