United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“Captain Wayne,” he said gravely, yet retaining his grasp, and with his
eyes full upon mine, “you are a much younger man than I expected to see,
yet I have selected you upon the special recommendation of your brigade
commander for services of the utmost importance. I certainly do not hold
your youth to be against your success, but I feel unwilling to order you
to the performance of this duty, which, besides being beyond the regular
requirements of the service, involves unusual risks.”
“Without inquiring its nature,” I said hastily, “I freely offer myself
a volunteer for any service which may be required either by the army or
yourself.”
The kindly face brightened instantly, almost into a smile, and a new
look of confidence swept into the keen gray eyes.
“I felt, even as I spoke,” he said, with a dignified courtesy I have
never marked in any one else, “that I must be doing wrong to question
the willingness of an officer of your regiment, Captain Wayne, to make
personal sacrifice. From our first day of battle until now the South has
never once called upon them in vain. You are from the ranks, I believe?”
“I was a corporal at Manassas.”
“Ah! then you have won your grade by hard service. You take with you one
man?”
“Sergeant Craig of my troop, sir, a good soldier, who knows the country
well.”
He lowered his eyes to the numerous papers littering the table, and
then, leaning over, traced lightly with a colored pencil a line across
an outspread map.
“You speak of his knowing the country well; are you aware, then, of your
destination?”
“I merely inferred from what Colonel Carter said that it was your desire
to re-establish communication with General Longstreet.”
“That is true; but do you know where Longstreet is?”
“Only that we of the line suppose him to be somewhere west of the
mountains, sir. It is camp gossip that his present base of supplies is
at Minersville.”
“Your conjecture is partly correct, although I have more reason to
believe that the head of his column has reached Bear Fork, or will by
to-morrow morning. Kindly step this way, Captain Wayne, and make note of
the blue lines I have traced across this map. Here, you will observe,
is Minersville, directly beyond the high ridge. You will notice that
the Federal lines extend north and south directly between us, with their
heavier bodies of infantry along the Wharton pike, and so disposed as
to shut off all communication between us and our left wing. Now, the
message I must get into Longstreet's hands is imperative; indeed, I will
say to you, the very safety of this army depends upon its reaching him
before his advance passes Bear Fork. There remains, therefore, no time
for any long detour; the messenger who bears it must take his life
in his hands and ride straight westward through the very lines of the
enemy.”
He spoke these words rapidly, earnestly; then suddenly he lifted his
eyes to mine, and said firmly: “I am perfectly frank with you. Are you
the man?”
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