United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“I fear it cannot be done without arousing suspicion,” she said at last,
slowly. “I chance to know there are unusual precautions being taken
to-night, and the entire camp is doubly patrolled. Even this house has a
cordon of guards about it, but for what reason I have not learned. No,”
she spoke decisively, “there is no other way. Captain Wayne, I am going
to try to save you to-night, but in doing so I must trust my reputation
in your keeping.”
“I will protect it with my life.”
“Protect it with your silence, rather. I know you to be a gentleman, or
I should never attempt to carry out the only means of escape which seems
at all feasible. Discovery would place me in an extremely embarrassing
position, and I must rely upon you to protect me from such a
possibility.”
“I beg you,” I began, “do not compromise yourself in any way for my
sake.”
“But I am myself already deeply involved in this,” she interrupted, “and
I could retain no peace of mind were I to do otherwise. Now listen.
Make your way back to the ballroom, and in fifteen minutes from now be
engaged in conversation with General Carlton near the main entrance.
I shall join you there, and you will take your cue from me. You
understand?”
“Perfectly, but--”
“There is no 'but,' Captain Wayne, only do not fail me.”
Our eyes met for an instant; what she read in mine God knows--in hers
was determination, with a daring strange to woman. The next moment she
had vanished through a side door, and I was alone.
CHAPTER XVII
THROUGH THE CAMP OF THE ENEMY
A GLANCE at my watch told me that it was already within a few moments
of midnight. There was, however, no diminution in the festivities, and I
waited in silence until I heard the sentries calling the hour, and then
pressed my way back into the noisy, crowded ballroom. I was stopped
twice by well-meaning officers whom I had met earlier in the evening,
but breaking away from them after the exchange of a sentence or two,
I urged my course as directly as possible toward where the spectacled
brigadier yet held his post as master of ceremonies.
We had been conversing pleasantly for several minutes when Mrs. Brennan
appeared. Standing so as to face the stairs, I saw her first coming
down, and noted that she wore her hat, and had a light walking-cloak
thrown over her shoulders. My heart beat faster as I realized for the
first time that she intended to be my companion.
“Oh, General, I am exceedingly glad to find you yet here,” she exclaimed
as she came up, and extended a neatly gloved hand to him. “I have a
favor to ask which I am told you alone have the authority to grant.”
He bowed gallantly.
“I am very sure,” he returned smilingly, “that Mrs. Brennan will never
request anything which I would not gladly yield.”
She flashed her eyes brightly into his face.
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