The Border Spy; or, The Beautiful Captive of the Rebel Camp: A Story of the WarHazelton, Harry
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The Border Spy; or, The Beautiful Captive of the Rebel Camp: A Story of the War
Hazelton, Harry
Dime novels; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"William," said Hayward, "give that fellow a lecture."
"Yes, captain. Look a here, you disgrace of your country," said
Nettleton, as he rode up to the side of the negro, "look a here; if I
hear you open your mouth again, I'll cram the muzzle of my gun down your
throat, and then shoot it off. Lord wouldn't there be a splutterin of
nigger!"
"I'se dumb, Cap'n Nettleton."
"Well, talk no more. Come, comrades, double quick."
Captain Hayward struck his horse and dashed forward, followed by the
entire party.
It was about two o'clock in the morning, as they were riding rapidly
along, when Nettleton rode up to the side of Captain Hayward and said:
"Captain, don't you see them sneaks ahead?"
The captain looked toward the spot indicated and replied:
"_Stumps_, you mean, William."
"No, golly massa, dem's no stumps; dem's hooman beins. Dar, don't you
hear dat horse whinner?"
"Halt!" said Hayward. "Look to your pistols--have your swords
ready--there are about twenty of them. They see us, and are awaiting our
approach. It is too late to conceal ourselves. Forward!"
The party moved onward at a slackened pace. When they had arrived within
forty yards of the horsemen, Captain Hayward said:
"Halt here a moment. I will ride forward."
In an instant he had reached them. He rode up carelessly and fearlessly.
"Halt!" cried the leader, addressing Hayward.
"To what purpose, sir?" demanded Hayward.
"For examination!" was the response.
"The moon is shining brightly. You can easily examine my face and
uniform. But perhaps you prefer to examine these?" said Hayward, drawing
his revolver with one hand and his sword with the other.
"Precisely!" was the reply, "unless _you_ pass examination first."
"Well, sir, as I don't intend to submit myself to any such process, we
will commence with these at once. Forward, boys!" shouted Hayward,
turning to his own party, "_here are a set of d----d home guards_!"
Hayward was well satisfied that the party was no other than a portion of
Price's army, and his rough allusion to the "home guards" was intended
to impress them with the fact that he and his party were also of the
rebel army. The ruse succeeded. As the remainder of Hayward's party were
approaching, with drawn swords, the officer in command of the other
squad, said:
"Don't trouble them. I think we are all cut from the same piece of
cloth."
"Then you are _not_ what I suppose?" asked Hayward.
"We are of the confederate army, and have just come from camp."
"Indeed! then you need not fear us!" said Hayward, laughing. "That is,
if you will give a good account of yourselves. Halt, boys, don't
annihilate them."
The leader of the twenty joined in the laugh, as he saw the remaining
five approach.
"Oh! Lord! massa," said the negro as he approached, "don't--don't--if
dem's home guards we will be--"
Somehow in turning, just at that instant the gun which Nettleton
carried, came in violent contact with the darkey's nose, which checked
his further utterance.
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