United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"The way is still open toward the ravine, Sergeant. Get your men
together in the front hall at once. Never mind the prisoners; the major
will release them after we have gone."
His heels came together with a click, and he strode to the head of the
stairs.
"By the way, Sergeant," I called after him, "did you have a guard
posted in the upper hall here this morning?"
"A guard? No, sir."
"Were you aware that any of our men had been up stairs since last
evening?"
"None of them have, sir; I'm cocksure of that." "That's all, Sergeant;
be lively now." My eyes turned toward Billie, and she held out both
her hands.
"If we never know the truth, Lieutenant Galesworth," she said softly, "I
shall believe all you have told me."
CHAPTER XXX
UNDER NEW ORDERS
Her eyes were an invitation, a plea, yet with the major at her side, his
face full of wonderment, and Bell close behind us in the hall, I could
only bow low over the white hands, and murmur some commonplace. There
was neither opportunity nor time for more, although I felt my own deep
disappointment was mirrored in the girl's face. The continuous roar of
guns without, already making conversation difficult, and the hurried
tramp of feet in the hall below, told the danger of delay. It was a
moment when the soldier had to conquer the lover, and stern duty became
supreme. I hurried to the front window, and gazed out; then to others,
thus making a thorough survey of our surroundings, quickly making up my
mind to a definite plan of action. So swiftly had occurrences pressed
upon me I had scarcely found time before to realize the rapid approach
of this new danger. Now it burst upon me in all its impending horror.
Already the results of battle were visible.
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