going in the direction of the store, and then he hurried on to Red
Rock, where he found everything quiet.
Jacquelin was ill in bed that day, and Steve Allen had left the house
about noon. Rupert had gone to the store for the mail. Waverley did
not tell anything about having seen Rupert go off with the men from
Stamper’s; but he turned and hurried back to the store, thinking now
only of Rupert. He had not gone far when he heard a shot or two fired,
and then on a sudden a dozen or more. The old fellow broke into a run.
When he reached the edge of the woods from which he could see the
Deals’s homestead he stopped appalled.
A half dozen negroes lay on the ground dead or dying, and a half dozen
young white men, among them Captain McRaffle, were engaged either
reloading their pistols or talking. Rupert was sitting on his horse at
a little distance.
The little company of men Waverley had seen were a few who had
gathered together on hearing of the raid that was taking place in the
neighborhood that day. They too had heard of the contemplated visit to
Red Rock and the Stamper place; for Jerry had got from someone that
morning a hint that a descent was to be made on these places.
Shortly after Waverley had left the store the squad of soldiers had
started for Red Rock; but, thinking to make a clean sweep as they
went, they had stopped at the little house on the way, where Waverley
had warned the woman and where there was a well, to take another drink.
They were engaged in the pleasant amusement of looting this place,
shooting chickens, etc., when the company that Waverley had seen ride
off from Stamper’s came upon them. It was well for Mrs. Deals that
the young men arrived when they did, for the troopers were tired of
merely destroying property, and just as the white men rode up they
had seized her. Her scream hastened the rescuing party. No one knew
for a long time who composed the party; for in five minutes every
one of the raiders was stretched on the ground, and the two or three
neighborhood-negroes who were with them were sworn to secrecy under
threats which they feared too much to wish to break their oaths.
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