Humorous stories, American; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories, American
“Then how could he put anything into a gun, or take anything out of it,
and not get caught?”
“Well,” I said, “I don’t like the look of that very well.”
“I don’t, either,” said Webb. “It simply means that there are
conspirators among the very sentinels. Without their connivance in some
way or other, the thing couldn’t have been done.”
I sent for Rayburn, and ordered him to examine the batteries and see
what he could find. The reading of the letter was then resumed:—
“The new commands are peremptory, and require that the MMMM shall be
FFFFF at 3 o’clock to-morrow morning. Two hundred will arrive, in
small parties, by train and otherwise, from various directions, and
will be at appointed place at right time. I will distribute the sign
to-day. Success is apparently sure, though something must have got
out, for the sentries have been doubled, and the chiefs went the
rounds last night several times. W. W. comes from southerly to-day
and will receive secret orders—by the other method. All six of you
must be in 166 at sharp 2 A. M. You will find B. B. there, who will
give you detailed instructions. Password same as last time, only
reversed—put first syllable last and last syllable first. REMEMBER
XXXX. Do not forget. Be of good heart; before the next sun rises you
will be heroes; your fame will be permanent; you will have added a
deathless page to history. Amen.”
“Thunder and Mars,” said Webb, “but we are getting into mighty hot
quarters, as I look at it!”
I said there was no question but that things were beginning to wear a
most serious aspect. Said I,—
“A desperate enterprise is on foot, that is plain enough. To-night is
the time set for it,—that, also, is plain. The exact nature of the
enterprise—I mean the manner of it—is hidden away under those blind
bunches of M’s and F’s, but the end and aim, I judge, is the surprise
and capture of the post. We must move quick and sharp now. I think
nothing can be gained by continuing our clandestine policy as regards
Wicklow. We _must_ know, and as soon as possible, too, where ‘166’ is
located, so that we can make a descent upon the gang there at 2 A. M.;
and doubtless the quickest way to get that information will be to force
it out of that boy. But first of all, and before we make any important
move, I must lay the facts before the War Department, and ask for
plenary powers.”
The despatch was prepared in cipher to go over the wires; I read it,
approved it, and sent it along.
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