United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“I realize your natural anxiety to be off, Captain Wayne, and while we
should be very glad to keep you with us indefinitely, yet I trust you
will feel perfectly free in the matter.”
“I thank you greatly,” I answered, rising as I spoke. “My duty is of
such a nature, and has already been so long neglected, that I feel every
moment of unnecessary delay to be a crime. I wish you a pleasant return
within your own lines, and an early cessation of hostilities.”
I had shaken hands with them all, and turned toward the door,
congratulating myself on escaping thus easily, when a new voice broke
suddenly in upon my self-satisfaction:
“I trust Captain Wayne is not intending to depart without at least a
word with me?”
It was Brennan. He had entered unobserved from the second parlor, and
now stood leaning with an almost insolent assumption of languor against
the sliding door, his eyes fastened upon me.
“Frankly,” I responded, “I had hoped I might.”
His brows contracted into a frown of anger that seemed to darken his
entire face.
“Have you forgotten, then, our compact, or do you simply elect to ignore
it?”
I saw the others exchange quick glances of amazement, but I answered
coolly:
“The latter supposition is more nearly the truth, Major Brennan. I
felt that after what we have just passed through together we could both
afford to ignore the past, and consequently was hoping to escape without
again encountering you.”
“Indeed!” he exclaimed sarcastically. “But I might have expected it.
Gentlemen,” and he turned toward the expectant group, “this man and I
have a personal grievance of long standing unsettled. I have sought him
for months in vain. When he came last night to our assistance, before I
even consented to accept his services I insisted that no occurrence
of the defence should prevent our meeting if we both survived. Now he
endeavors to sneak away like a whipped cur. I demand satisfaction at his
hands, and if it is refused I shall denounce him in both armies.”
My cheeks burned, but before I could control myself sufficiently for
answer Moorehouse spoke.
“But, Brennan, see here,” he said anxiously, “surely Captain Wayne has
served you well. Is this trouble between you so serious that no amends
are possible?”
“None, short of a personal meeting.”
“Captain,” and the perplexed Federal commander, turned toward me, “have
you any word of explanation in this unfortunate affair?”
“Very little,” I answered. “I am not even aware that I have done injury
to Major Brennan, purposely or otherwise. He has not so much as honored
me with information as to his cause for complaint. However, I care very
little what it may be. As he has seen fit to denounce me before officers
of my own corps, I should be extremely glad to meet him upon that ground
alone; but after what we have just passed through together, I felt ready
to blot out these past differences. Whatever they may have been, they
are not liable to occur again, nor we to meet.”
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