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
The company did not pause for more than five hours, as it was daylight
when the first halt was made. They had scarcely dismounted when the
echoes of horses' feet were heard in the distance.
"We are pursued, but we must press forward. Those sounds cannot be more
than a mile in the rear. They must have ridden very rapidly. But we will
escape them without difficulty. We cannot be more than ten miles from
our outposts, and they will not dare pursue us much farther." They had
scarcely prepared to set off again, when Nettleton said:
"There come the skunks that went after the powder!"
It was true. In the opposite direction came the party of twenty. Behind,
they were followed by they knew not how large a force, and before,
twenty rebels were approaching. Whether they could be so easily misled
this time, was a matter of considerable doubt.
"Quick--ride for the wood, Miss Alibamo. You may save yourself--we must
fight. Stay! They see you. It will be too late; besides, we met this
party once before, and they may not interrupt us at all. That which I
fear most is, that they will detain us so long in conversation that the
rear party will overtake us. But we must venture."
"They will know me, captain," said Alibamo.
"If a fight is inevitable, Alibamo, do you start for the river. White
Surry can swim--he is accustomed to it. Plunge in--give him a loose
rein, and he will bear you safely to the opposite shore. Then ride
rapidly for camp. They are upon us."
"Well, captain, the army is moving, is it not?" asked Hayward.
"What army?" was the sullen question.
"Why, _our_ army moves to-day--or at least the general so informed me;
but I speak of the federal army. The general received information last
night that Fremont would cross the river to-day at four o'clock. And I
was sent to ascertain if this was so!"
"Indeed! And do you usually take women with you when you act as spies?"
"Not usually. But I thought _my wife_ could gain admittance to the camp
much more easily than a man!"
"Your wife. Bah! Very likely the general would let her go, when he knows
she passes half her time singing the Star-spangled Banner, and wears the
federal flag as an apron! She would betray us all, and never return."
"Look you, sir!" said Hayward sternly, "I don't intend to hold any
argument with you, and I will not listen to any insults or insinuations.
I married Alibamo last evening. She was an old friend, and will
hereafter adhere Strictly to my cause and adopt my principles. You see,
she no longer wears the flag as an apron!"
"I see it!"
"And when approaching the federal camp, do you suppose she would take it
off, unless it was of her own accord?"
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