United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“It is little wonder he is in love with her,” she thought, and turned
away with just the faintest of sighs. Possibly she did not know that she
sighed.
But in thinking that their conversation had anything to do with love,
Dorothea was very much mistaken.
“The grapevine telegraph doesn’t carry all the news,” Val was saying to
April in a half whisper.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked.
“It isn’t all over yet,” he went on, glancing about to make sure he was
not overheard. “We have a shot left in our locker that may surprise the
Yanks.”
“Tell me, Val,” she demanded eagerly.
“There’s an expedition planned against the Union forces at Savannah,” he
went on in an undertone. “But it’s very secret and there are only a few
of us who know it. If it is successful it may have a greater influence
than you would believe. The North is tired of the war and the South will
be discouraged over this bad news of Lee. But if we capture Savannah
again we shall find the Confederacy ready to fight on and the Union
ready to come to some compromise. If not, we shall organize in Texas and
continue the war.”
“But can you get the men, Val?” April asked, the color coming back into
her face. “Oh, it would be glorious if we could strike another blow. And
it might make all the difference. Can you do it, do you think?”
“We can, if the secret is kept,” he replied gravely. “With the Yankees
unprepared we can beat them. We are gathering men from all over the
State. Volunteers, and what troops we can find, and we are sending them
to a rendezvous. But all must be done sub rosa. Even our officers are
not aware of what’s afoot. The Yanks must be taken by surprise, and if
they are, the city will be ours. So you see the importance of letting as
few know of it as possible. If we succeed in surprising them we’ll drive
every Yankee out of the State.”
“You’ll do it, Val, I feel sure of it,” April whispered
enthusiastically. “No one will betray you and it will put new heart into
the South.”
“Exactly!” Val replied. “It’s a fine plan. We know what the Yankees are
doing and they don’t know anything of our movements. They think. Georgia
hasn’t any soldiers, but they’ll find out differently. But be careful,
April. Don’t breathe a word of it even in your sleep. Faith, I suppose I
shouldn’t have told you, but you were so upset over this bad news I just
couldn’t help giving you something to hope for. I trust we shall
succeed. In fact I know we shall, if the secret is kept.”
“Then, Val,” April said, dropping her voice, “be careful what you say
around here.”
“Oh, there’s nobody in the family who would betray us,” he answered
lightly.
“Don’t be too sure of that,” she returned.
“Whom do you mean, April?” he questioned.
“I am not sure, but—” She hesitated. “No, I don’t want to do any one an
injustice. I may be mistaken, but I am on the watch. Under any
circumstances don’t breathe a word of your plans to another living soul.
Promise, Val.”
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