United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
The men looked very downcast, for Hilland was almost idolized by them.
Graham saw that there was an eager quest of information among
themselves, and he waited with feverish impatience for further light;
but nothing could be elicited from officers or privates beyond the fact
that Hilland had been bravely doing his duty up to the moment when, as
one of the captains said, "It was a scramble, 'each man for himself,
and the devil take the hindmost.'"
As long as there had been a gleam of hope that Hilland had escaped with
the rest, Graham had been almost beside himself in his feverish
impatience.
He now rode to where the two colonels were standing, and the senior
began rapidly, "Major Graham, we sympathize with you deeply. We all,
and indeed the army, have sustained a severe loss in even the temporary
absence of Lieutenant-Colonel Hilland; for I will not believe that
worse has happened than a wound and brief captivity. The enemy has
acted peculiarly. I have fears that they may be flanking us and trying
to intercept us on some parallel road. Therefore I shall order that we
return to camp in the quickest possible time. Good God, Graham! don't
take it so to heart. You've no proof that Hilland is dead. You look
desperate, man. Come, remember that you are a soldier and that Hilland
was one too. We've had to discount such experiences from the start."
"Gentlemen," said Graham, in a low, concentrated voice, and touching
his hat to the two colonels, "I am under the command of you both--one
as my superior officer, the other as leader of the expedition. I ask
permission to return in search of my friend."
"I forbid it," they both cried simultaneously, while the senior officer
continued, "Graham, you are beside yourself. It would be almost suicide
to go back. It would certainly result in your capture, while there is
not one chance in a thousand that you could do Hilland any good."
Graham made no immediate reply, but was studying the ill-omened grove
with his glass. After a moment he said, "I do not think there will be
any further pursuit. The enemy are retiring from the grove. My
explanation of their conduct is this: There is some large decisive
movement in progress, and we were merely brushed out of the way that we
might learn nothing of it. My advice is that we retain this commanding
position, throw out scouts on every side, and I doubt whether we find
anything beyond a small rearguard in ten miles of us within a few
hours."
"Your anxiety for your friend warps your judgment, and it is contrary
to my instructions, which were simply to learn if there was any
considerable force of the enemy in this region. Your explanation of the
enemy's conduct is plausible, and has already occurred to me as a
possibility. If it be the true explanation, all the more reason that we
should return promptly and report what we know and what we surmise. I
shall therefore order 'Retreat' to be sounded at once."
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