United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
I led them forth into the wide hallway, which extended the full length
of the house, with a broad flight of stairs just forward of the centre,
gradually curving and leading to the second story.
I was fully determined as to my duty--whether orders reached me or
not, the moment an assault was launched I should throw all the force I
commanded beside Brennan, and between our assailants and the imperilled
women. The suspended light was yet burning as we came out, but flickered
wildly as if in a strong draught of air, and I noticed that the constant
rain of bullets during the night had badly splintered an upper panel of
the door. Halfway down the broad hallway, and partially obscured by
the turn of the stairs, a door stood slightly ajar upon the right hand.
Conjecturing this might be where the defenders of the eastern exposure
were lying, I peered within. The blinds were tightly drawn and I was
able to perceive little of its interior, excepting that the walls were
lined with books.
“Ebers,” I called, thinking he must be there, “are you in charge here?”
“I vos, Captain,” came the instant reply, and he at once emerged from
the darkness, his honest face full of interest. “Is it der preakfast vot
is already?”
“Hardly, my man. I imagine we may enjoy a fight first, to give us better
appetites.”
“Mein Gott, but I am vurnished mit der abbetite already. I vould fight
mit more fun if I vos full.”
“So no doubt would all of us; but I have no time for mere talk. Did you
meet with any trouble during the night?”
“Troubles? By Chiminy, yes, Captain, I vos hongry for six hour. I have
took der belt oop dree time already, an' I vos empty yet. Troubles?
Donnerwetter, it is all troubles.”
“Not that,” sternly. “I mean, have the enemy kept you busy?”
“Der vos some shooting, und Hadley he got hurt bad, but der fellers is
all gone. Dis is der right time to eat in der bantry, ain't it?”
“Bring your men fit for duty out here in the hall, and have them join my
party,” I said, ignoring his pathetic appeal. “How many have you?”
“Der is four, und, Captain, dey vos most as veak as I am mit netting to
eat.”
Seeing I was not to be moved by thought of their pitiable condition,
he drew back with a profound sigh, and as he disappeared some one came
hastily toward us along the hallway from the rear.
“What is it, Caton?” I asked anxiously, as I recognized him.
“They are forming to rush me, I think,” he answered. “I need a few more
men if I can get them.”
“They are preparing to assault front and rear at the same time,” I
answered. “They are massing now, and in my judgment Brennan will have
to face the brunt of it. The front of this house is greatly exposed, and
will prove extremely difficult to defend if they come against it with
any force. How many men do you absolutely require in order to hold your
position? Remember, the women are all in the front part of the house,
and we must protect them at all hazards.”
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