United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"And I, Major Graham," said his own colonel, "must add, that while you
have my sympathy, I nevertheless order you to your place in the march.
Rather than permit you to carry out your mad project, I would place you
under arrest."
"Gentlemen, I cannot complain of your course, or criticise your
military action. You are in a better condition of mind to judge what is
wise than I; and under ordinary circumstances I would submit without a
word. But the circumstances are extraordinary. Hilland has been my
friend since boyhood. I will not remain in suspense as to his fate;
much less will I leave his wife and friends in suspense. I know that
disobedience of orders in the face of the enemy is one of the gravest
offences, but I must disobey them, be the consequences what they may."
As he wheeled his horse, his colonel cried, "Stop him. He's under
arrest!" But Mayburn, feeling the touch of the spur, sprang into his
fleet gallop, and they might as well have pursued a bird.
They saw this at once, and the colonel in command only growled,
"---this reconnoissance. Here we've lost two of the finest officers in
the brigade, as well as some of our best men. Sound 'Retreat.'"
There was a hesitancy, and a wild impulse among Hilland's men to follow
Graham to the rescue, but it was sternly repressed by their officers,
and the whole command was within a few moments on a sharp trot toward
camp.
CHAPTER XXVIII
ITS FULFILMENT
Graham soon slackened his pace when he found that he was not pursued,
and as his friends disappeared he returned warily to the brow of the
eminence and watched their rapid march away from the ill-fated
locality. He rode over the brow of the hill as if he was following, for
he had little doubt that the movements of the Union force were watched.
Having tied his horse where he could not be seen from the grove, he
crept back behind a sheltering bush, and with his glass scanned the
scene of conflict. In the road leading through the grove there were
ambulances removing the wounded. At last these disappeared, and there
was not a living object in sight. He watched a little longer, and
buzzards began to wheel over and settle upon the battleground--sure
evidence that for the time it was deserted.
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