United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
I have seldom been more deeply embarrassed than at that moment. I
knew not what to say or how best to approach this young woman left so
strangely to my protection. The very fact, which I now realized, that
she was both young and fair added some indefinite burden and complicated
the delicate situation. I saw no safety for us but in careful hiding
until Craig could return, a squad of hard-riding troopers at his back.
To permit the girl to venture forward alone through the desolate country
we were in, overrun as I knew it to be by irregular bands whose sole
purpose was plunder, and whose treatment of women had made my blood run
cold as I listened to its recital, was not to be so much as thought of.
Even if, by rare good fortune, she should succeed in safely reaching
the Federal picket post in our front, the men on duty there were just as
likely as not to prove of the same desperate stamp, and every indignity
might be offered her were she to appear alone. Nor could I venture
to accompany her on such a trip, for to do so would but assure my own
capture, and involve months of confinement in Northern prisons, even
were I fortunate enough to escape with life. Wearing as I did the full
field uniform of my rank, it was hardly probable that regular troops
would treat me as a spy, even though caught within their lines; but if
we fell into the hands of guerillas it would be a short shrift indeed.
There was no help for it, and but one way out, disagreeable as that
might prove to my lady. She stood there before me, motionless and silent
as a statue, exactly where she had alighted when the Sergeant took her
horse, and it seemed to me I could plainly read righteous indignation in
the indistinct outline of her figure and the haughty pose of her head.
To her at that moment I was evidently a most disagreeable and even hated
companion, a “Rebel,” the being of all others she had been taught to
despise, the enemy of all she held sacred. “Could any good thing come
out of Nazareth?”
Well, unpleasant as was the task, it had to be done, so, mustering
my courage for the ordeal as I never had to do in time of battle, I
advanced toward her, hat in hand. She never so much as glanced about
at the sound of my footsteps, nor deigned by the slightest motion to
acknowledge my presence. So intense, indeed, was her evident sense
of indignity that it awoke within me something akin to anger at her
unreasonableness, and for the moment I clinched my teeth to keep back
the hot words burning upon my tongue. Then I smiled grimly with the rare
humor of it, and became myself once more.
“The time has come when it becomes my duty to look after your comfort
and safety,” I said, striving to disguise all self-consciousness. “Every
moment we delay now merely increases the danger of our remaining here.”
“I imagine I might very easily dispense with any further care on your
part.”
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