United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“I hardly expect those fellows out there will ever leave without a
most determined effort to carry the house by storm. They are here for
plunder, and will not be baffled easily, nor will the leaders hesitate
to sacrifice any number of lives to gain their end, especially now that
a desire for revenge has been added to the original lust for spoils.
I have been among them, you know, and learned enough of their power,
organization, and leadership to convince me they will never raise the
siege until they exhaust every resource. I have no doubt they are simply
drawing all this fire in the hope that our ammunition will thus be
uselessly expended. It is an old army trick, and one I am surprised to
see so experienced an officer as Major Brennan yield to. In my judgment
they will make an effort to rush us as soon as there is sufficient
light.”
“But why not warn him?”
I smiled to myself at the naive question. Surely it could not be
possible she remained ignorant of the feud existing between us. She had
twice witnessed our hostile meetings, and certainly could not forget how
we had last parted.
“Major Brennan would scarcely welcome any interference on my part.”
“But surely, as a soldier, he must value the advice of another soldier?”
“Possibly you forget,” I explained, striving to speak as lightly of it
as might be, “that there is a lack of friendship between Major Brennan
and myself.”
“Still?” she asked. “Truly I thought that might all be over. Even if
it survived until now, this noble act of yours in coming to our defence
should have earned you his gratitude. He--he has never once mentioned
your name to me since that night.”
“Not even when I came here with my troop, I believe?”
“No; yet I did not connect that fact with the other. I supposed it a
mere oversight, or that he believed the mention of your name would not
greatly interest me. Surely, Captain Wayne, you are not keeping open
this unhappy wound?”
“On my word, no; but I regret to confess it is very far from being
closed.”
“He--Major Brennan does not know, then, that you are here now with me?”
She evidently hesitated to ask this question.
“Certainly not,” in surprise at her apparent innocence. “You cannot have
supposed I had been sent here by him to talk with you?”
“I--I did not know. I do not think I realized,” she stammered, vainly
seeking for words with which to make clear her bewilderment. “I
imagined you might have come at his suggestion to see that we were amply
protected. This is all so very strange. He does not even know you are
here with us?”
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