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CHAPTER I—Confederate Sergeant
Wyatt of the Staunton artillery is sent
as a spy to hla native county on the Green
Briar by General Jackson.
CHAPTER II—Wyait tneets a moun
taineer named Jem Taylor, with whom he
rides to a house beyond Hot Springs.
The three of us talked upon many
subjects, although Taylor said little,
except when directly addressed, and
I noted that fetv references were
made to the war. That Harwood was
in the Federal service 1 had no doubt, j
although he was not in uniform, and.
if this was true, then it must, be also
a fact that Taylor was a Lnlon spy.
The meeting here had not been by
chance, although a mystery Involved
the hidden reason why I, a known
Confederate soldier, had been encour
aged to accompany the mountaineer
to this secret rendezvous. At last the
meal ended and the major pushed
back bis chair and motioned Sam to
clear the table.
“You two men are tired out," he said
genially, "and you had better turn in
and get a good night’s sleep. Well
all of us ride on Into Green Briar to
morrow I'll talk with you a minute,
Taylor, in the parlor, before you go;
but Cowan does not need to wait. Help
yourselves to the tobacco. Oh. Sam'
show this soldier up to the back bed
room and see he has everything he
needs.”
It was clearly apparent that Har
wood desired a private word with Tay
lor and so, after deliberately Ailing
my pipe, 1 rose to my feet, stretching
sleepily. The black returned with a
small lamp in his hand and led the
way up the broad stairs. A moment
later I was left alone in a small room
at the end of the upper hall with one
window, so heavily curtained as prob
ably to render the light Invisible from
without. The door was securely
latched, but there was no lock. Then
I was not being held a prisoner.
After some minutes I extinguished
the light, and looked out of the win
dow. It was quite a drop, though not
necessarily a dangerous one, to the
ground. Those dim outlines of build
ings were probably the stables, where
I would And my horBe. With no guards
the trick of getting away unobserved
would be easy enough, and 1 knew the
road sufficiently well to follow It safe
ly. But I desired to learn first what
these two men were actually up to.
Such information might prove more
Important than my investigations in
Green Briar. I stole across to the door
and opened it noiselessly. There was
no one visible In the upper hall, and
I leaned over the stair rail gazing
down, and listening. A light still
burned within the dining room, but
there was no sound of voices, or of
movement.
The silence continued, and I began
to cautiously steal passage down the
carpeted stairs, crouching well back
against the side wall. Little by little
I was able to peer in through the open
door—the chairs were vacant; there
was no one there. The gleam of the
lamp revealed a deserted room, the
table still littered with dishes.. What
had become then of Harwood and
Taylor? Were they sitting beyond In
the darkened parlor? I crept to the
half-closed door. The room wfts black
and silent, although I could perceive
dimly the outlines of furniture.
Something—some vague sense of
myBtery, of danger, gripped me. I felt
a strange choking in the throat, and
reached for the revolver at my belt.
It was not there; the leather holder
was empty. My first sensation was
fear, a belief I was the victim of
treachery. Then It occurred to my
mind that the weapon might have
fallen from the open holster as I rest
ed on the bed—a mere accident At
least I would learn the truth of that
dark room. I stepped within, circled
the overturned chair, and a groping
foot encountered something lying on
the floor I bent down and touched It
with my hand; It was the body of a
man. The whole truth came to me In
a flash—there had been a quarrel, a
murder, unpremeditated probably, and
the assassin had escaped. But which
of the two was the victim? An in
stant I stood there, staring about In
the dark, bewildered and uncertain.
Then I grasped the lamp from the
table in the other room, and returned
holding the light In my hands. The
form of Major Harwood lay extended
on the floor, lifeless, his skull crushed
by an ugly blow. Beside him lay a
revolver, its butt blood-stained. Be
yond doubt this was the weapon which
had killed. I picked It up wonderingly
—it was my own.
CHAPTER IV.
Into the Enemie*’ Hand*.
I The major lay dead, with my blood
stained revolver — evidently the
'weapon which had struck the blow
lying beside him. Dawn would reveal
the deed, and I would be discovered
alone in the house. Only my wakeful
ness, my desire to investigate, had in
terfered with the complete success of
this hid.eous. plan. Taylor had pre
pared himself for this emergency, had
deliberately taken the weapon for that
very purpose. Where had the fellow
gone? And what had become of the
negro?
I stood there, lamp in one hand and
revolver in the other, staring down at
the dead face of this man who had
once been my father's friend. Out of
the mist floated the face of the girl,
the girl who had waved to me in the
road. The vision brought back to me
coolness and determination. 1 felt
through the pockets of the dead man
and found a knife, keys and a roll of
bills untouched, but not a scrap of pa
per. On the floor, partially concealed
by one arm, was a large envelope, un
addressed. roughly torn open. It was
some document, then, the murderer
sought, and he had fled with It in his
possession.
Intent now on my one purpose of
discovery, my mind active and alert, I
began a rapid search of the house.
The front door was fastened and
barred, proving Taylor had not left
that way. There was but one other
room on that floor, a kitchen in con
siderable disorder, as though tho serv
ant had made no effort to complete his
work; but its outer door stood un
latched. Sam must have’ gone with
the mountaineer in his hasty flight—
must be equally guilty. This was the
only conclusion possible, and the
knowledge that I was left there alone
rendered my own position precarious.
Harwood had surely never ventured
into this doubtful region without hav
ing soldiers within call, no doubt in
the village, who, if he failed to appear
when expected, would search for him
Before they came, and made discov
ery of the dead body, I must be safely
beyond reach. If found there, no de
fense, no asseveration of innocence,
would ever save me from condemna
tion. Their vengeance would be swift
and merciless.
Thinking now only of my own es
cape unobserved, 1 felt my way into
the night with my bundle. This would
be Federal territory; or if not, al
ready, my night's ride would bring
me well within their lines before
dawn. I slipped instantly out of the
■oiled suit of gray and donned the im
maculate blue, buckling the belt about
my waist, and securely hooking the
saber. Then I scooped out a hole in
the soft dirt and buried the old uni
form. tearing my pass into shreds,
scattering tho fragments broadcast.
It was so lonely and still all about
that I felt a return of confidence, a
renewed courage. The house behind
me. and the stable before, were mere
outlines, scarcely discernible through
tho gloom. Once safely in the saddle.
I circled the gloom of the house si
lently, and followed the roadway to
thp gate.
iNot a light gleamed in any direction
and I could recall no other house near
by. While It remained in view I could
sot remove my eyes from the mansion
I had just left, or forget the dead body
lying there in the dark. The shying
of my horse at the gate caused me to
note the black something lying
against the post. At first I deemed it
a mere shadow, but the animal would
not. respond even to the spur, and 1
dismounted better to ascertain the
cause of his fright. The negro lay
there, dead as his master, a knife
thrust in*his heart. Then it was Tay
lor alone who had done the foul deed.
There was nothing I could do but flee
swiftly through the night. My own
position was now far too desperate to
permit of my giving any alarm, or
seeking to trace the murderer. To fall
into i'nion hands would be my death
warrant, irrespective of Harwood's
fate, and my duty lay in carrying out
the orders of "Old Jack." To allow
myself to be captured would spoil
everything.
1 rode toward Hot Springs as rap
idly as I dared, watchful of every
deepening shadow, until I came to the
first straggling houses. These were
dark and silent, and not so much as a
dog harked as t walked my horse cau
tiously forward toward the main
street. I saw but one dim light stream
ing through an uncurtained window of
what looked like a law office, and
passed close enough to learn that a
group of men within were playing
cards. It was highly probable these
belonged to the major’s escort. I
passed the place unobserved and rode
on Into the night, feeling I had escaped
from immediate danger. At what I
took to be the tavern corner I discov
ered the road leading to the left and
turned in that direction, assured that
it would lead directly into the heart
of Green Briar. The road ran through
thick woods, the darkness intense, and
as the way was silent and seemed de
serted I gave the animal the spur.
I must have loped along thus for ten
minutes, all thought of pursuit already
dismissed, and my mind occupied with
plans for the future, when the woods
suddenly ended in a-bare ridge, the
ribbon of road revealing itself under
the soft glow of the stars. I know not
w-hy I heard no sound of warning, but
at ths Instant, a half dozen shadows
loomed up blocking the path. I bare
ly had time to rein In my horse before
we were intermingled, the surprise ev
idently mutual, although one of the
newcomers was swift enough to seize
my animal's bit, and hold him plung
ing in fright. I clung to the stirrups,
aware of the flash of a weapon in my
face, and an oath uttered in a gruff
voice.
“In God's name! w'hcre did you come
from? Here, Snow, see what this fel
low looks like.”
The speaker had a wide-brimmed
hat, drawn low over his face, and a
cape concealed his uniform. But
_i
I Picked It Up Wonderingly. It Was
My Own.
Snow wore the cap of the Federal cav
alry, and 1 knew 1 had fallen into
Yankee hands.
‘‘1 have no objection to telling you
my name and rank.” I said coldly,
"but lower that gun first; I am in uni
form.”
The rather contemptuous tone of
voice employed had greater effect on
the fellow than the evidence of his
eyes. His arm fell to his side, al
though he still retained a grasp on my
bridle.
“So I see,” but with no cordiality in
the words. “But that is hardly con
vincing Federal officers are rare birds
who ride these reads alone. Who are
you, sir, and why are you here?”
“Perhaps I may bo privileged to ask
first by what authority you halt and
Question ine?”
He laughed, and waved the weapon
he still held toward the others of his
party.
“Our force alone is sufficient author
'ty I should suppose. However, 1 will
»et your mind at rest—I am Captain
Fox, In command of a detachment of
the Twelfth Pennsylvania cavalry.”
"Oh, yes,” 1 responded more pleas
antly, "of General Ramsay's command.
You know Major Harwood, no doubt?”
“We are of his escort,” both suspi
cion and command lost before my cool
assurance. "You are in the service,
sir?”
Third United States cavalry; on re
cruiting detail. 1 was to meet Har
wood at Hot Springs, but was told
he had gone to Green Briar."
"By whom?”
“A scout I met by chance; he gave
the name Taylor.”
The captain swore grimly, glancing
across my horse into the face of the
trooper opposite.
"Well, this stumps me!’ his voice
grown suddenly harder. “It doesn’t
sound straight, for we left him safely
In Hot Springs an hour before sun
down, and he had no purpose at that
time except to wait there tor Taylor.
I)o you carry any papers?”
I drew the official envelope from my
pocket, and held it out to him calmly.
He opened the flap.
"A little light, Snow—yes, a match
will do.”
The flame lit up their faces—the offi
cer a thin-faced man with mustache
and imperial, his teeth oddly promi
nent; the trooper older in years, but
smooth-shaven, with deep-set eyes and
square chin. Their uniforms were
dusty and well worn. The others,
clustered behind, remained mere shad
ows. The captain took in the nature
of the document at a glance, and I
marked a change in his expression De
foro the match went out.
“Oh, I see—you are Lieutenant Ray
mond. Got to us earlier than you ex
pected. Find many recruits north?”
“No,” I answered, taken completely
by surprise, but managing to control
my voice. “That was why I thought I
might accomplish more in this section.
Those counties have been combed
over.” I hesitated an instant, and yet
it was best for me to learn what I
could. "1 was not aware, captain, that
my projected visit had been an
nounced.”
He laughed, and the second match
went out, leaving us again in dark
ness.
“Nor was it, officially; merely a
friendly letter from an officer on
Heltzelman’s staff to our major asking
for you a friendly reception. Camp
gossip brought the news to me. You
knew Harw’ood?”
“No; only General Ramsay advised
me to confer with him, because of his
intimate knowledge of this section. He
belonged, I believe, in Green Briar?”
“Yes, we were at his place yester
day; south of Lewtsburg. What sort
of a looking man was this fellow Tay
lor?”
1 described him minutely, hoping for
some recognition, but the captain did
not appear to recall any sur’i charac
ter.
"We haje only been In this region a
few months," lie said, in explanation,
"and 1 don’t remember any such chap.
He is none of Ramsay's scouts. What
do you say, Snow?”
"Only man like that I’ve heard of,
sir, is old Ned Cowan, and it ain’t
likely he's left the mountains to go
into ’Old Jack’s’ camp.”
Fox laughed, as though the idea
amused him.
"Hardly. Cowan is too well known
to take the risk. Either side would
hang the hound on sight. Well, let's
ride along into Hot Springs. You’ll
come with us. lieutenant?”
There was no excuse left me, no rea
son that I could urge for riding on
alone westward. Indeed, oefore I
could clearly collect my thoughts. I
was in the midst of the horsemen,
slowly moving east once more over
the dark road. Riding as rapidly as
the darkness made possible, we clat
tered into the deserved street at Hot
Springs, and Fox curbed vigorously
the negligent guard. The1 sergeant
knew little of where Major Harwood
had gone, as he had given no orders,
and not even intimated the probable
time of his return. When last seen he
was riding out the south road accom
panied only by his servant.
Fox swore again, and ordered the
men into saddle, and we swung out at
a sharp trot along the dirt pike I
rode next him, but the captain was in
such rage I kept silent, knowing well
the tragic discovery soon to be re
vealed. The gray dawn began to steal
about us. making objects near at hand
visible, and revealing the tired faces
of the cavalrymen. There was suffi
cient light to enable us to perceive the
gloomy house in the oak grove, and
the motionless form lying beside the
! gate. Fox drew up his horse with a
jerk, and leaned forward staring.
"My God, men!” he exclaimed,
choking. “That’s Harwood’s nigger.
Turn the body over, Green—ah! the
i poor devil was knifed. Here, a half
dozen of you, unsling carbines and
follow me—there's been dirty work
done. Sergeant, don’t let your men
I destroy those hocfprints in the road.
Lively now, lads!’’
I advanced with them up the drive
| way, fearful that if I held back it
; might later be commented upon The
front door refused admittance, hut we
entered from the rear. Everything
within was exactly as 1 had left it,
and in the parlor, still dark because
of closed blinds lay the lifeless body
j of Harwood. Fox fell upon his knees
beside the motionless form, ottering
the windows thrown open, his hands
touching tile lifeless flesh.
“Dead for hours,” he exclaimed in a
tone of horror, turning his gaze upon
me. “Struck from behind—see. Ray
mond What in God’s name can this
mean?”
He began searching the pockets.
“Not robbery—tor nere is money,
and a watch. But the papers are gon*
every scrap of them.” He looked abou
at the men “The major had bis pi
pers with him, did he not. Champers?
“Yes, sir,” and the young, ooyis
soldier addressed straightened up ”
was with him when he put on cit:
zen's clothes and he slipped a big bul
packet into his pocket.”
Fox’s bewildered glance met mine
“Do you know what that packe
contained, captain?” 1 questioned
"1 do not know. Harwood expectei
to meet Taylor here at Hot Springs
but I think there were others to b<
here also. The major kept, his owr
counsel, but something I overheard
caused me to believe his engagement
with Taylor was of a more private na
ture. Chambers was his clerk, per
haps he knows.”
The lad shook his head, his eyes on
the dead man.
“I’m certain those papers were not
meant for him, sir,” he answered
"Not Robbery, for Here Is Money and
a Watch.”
I
slowly. “They wore to be given to a
scout named Dailey. It was some other
business that brought the major here
all alone—but he never told me.”
There was nothing further to be
discovered, and Fox realized the ne
cessity of haste. His orders were
prompt. Four men were detailed to
bury the body, and then rejoin the
column as soon as possible. The
others were marched back to the gate,
and remounted.
| It was an hour later when we came
suddenly to the fork, the south branch
leading over a long clay hill, the west
along a rocky ridge. Fox sprang to
the ground and followed the faint
i prints of the horse we were pursuing
for a hundred yards on foot. Some
cattle had passed southward, but
there was a defect in the shoe of the
animal Taylor rode clearly revealed
in the clay. The captain came back,
a grim smile on his lips.
“The cuss was no Johnny Reb.” he
said shortly. “That was what I was
afraid of but now I know what to do.
Well save our horses, men. for this
is going to be a long ride—that mur
dering devil is headed for the Green
Briar This is the lower Lewisburg
road.” He swung up into saddle.
“Green, take three men ahead with
you, and keep half a mile in advance.
Watch out carefully, for there may be
graybacks along here Going with us,
lieutenant?”
“About the best thing I can do.” I
replied readily, “my orders were for
Green Briar and Fayette.”
1 "All right, then, but they had small
respect for your life when they sent
you in there. From all 1 hear it is like
a menagerie of wild animals broken
loose—good fighting anywhere. Only
trouble will be there is so much at
home there will be no need for the
boys to enlist. However, that’s your
affair, not mine.” His eyes surveyed
his men keenly. “Loosen carbines!
Forward march! Trot!”
Silently, save for the jingle of ac
couterments and the thud of horses’
feet, we rode westward, sunlight fleck
ing the dusty uniforms. The pike
dipped down into a hollow and. climb
ing the hill beyond, appeared the fig
ures of the lour scouts. Far away
was the haz« of the mountains.
CHAPTER V.
The Night Attack.
The incidents of that ride do not re
main with me ir. any special clearness
of detail. We rode steadily, keeping
well together, conscious that in all
probnoi.i'y we were watched by hos
tile eyet>, peering out from behind rock
and laloset. We foraged through de
serted shttcKs, finding poor reward,
vei. managed to subsist, although with
hunger unsatisfied. The men grum
bied and Fox swore, as, long before
night came, he comprehended the fact
that we were on a fool's errand; that
his little squad was being lured deeper
and deeper into a hostile country, but
no opportunity to turn aside present
ed itself. The night overtook us in
the midst of a mountain solitude. The
scouts had discovered a sprjng at the
bottom of a rocky hollow, and there
F'ox reluctantly ordered camp to be
made, the horses finding scant, pas
turage beyond. The grumbling and
cursing soon ceased, however, and
; those not on duty slept fitfully. I
made the round of the sentries with
Fox, slipping and stumbling over the
rough way. through the darkness.
“This weird placp gets on the
nerves," he said, as if half ashamed of
the confession “Ho you know Ray
mond, I have felt for thp last hour as
If we were riding into some trap ” He
I glanced nervously behind him. “1
don’t believe there bas ever been a
Federal detachment down aB far at
-i this before, vl ere in old Ned Cowan’f
I country.”
“Confederate?” I asked, Interested
[ at once by the name.
“Heaven knows! To the best of my
! belief th,: fellow doesn't give a whoop
: for either side He's just a natural
born devil and this war gave him a
chance to get the hell out of his sys
tem. Still, 1 guess, he calls himself
a Reb”
"And his followers?”
"Mountain men mostly, together
with a bunch of deserters and con
| scripts from both sides. Nobody
knows how big .. band be has. but it
I would take an army to run them out
of these mountains We had orders
; to do it—but piffle! Ramsay came
down as far as Fayette Court House
I with a regiment oi infantry, and a
cavalry guard, and sent out a flag of
truce asking the old devil to come In
and talk with him. He actually did
come; rode right up to headquarters,
with p dozen of his ragged followers,
heard what Ramsay had to say, and
then simply told the general to go to
hell, and rode off again."
“Were you there? Did you see the
men?”
“No, hut the sergeant did; he was
detailed at that time as headquarters’
orderly.”
"Yes,” I said, determined on my
| course. “I was talking with Hayden
| during the noon halt. He described
Cowan to me, and I believe he is the
same man 1 encountered at Hot
Springs. Captain Fox—the fellow Tay
lor we are in pursuit ok”
The captain stared into the black
night, silent for several minutes.
“I've been suspecting the same thing
for the laRt three hours,” he admitted
at last, slowly, "and that he hoped we
would follow him The fellow hasn't
ridden fast, and has purposely left a
plain trail. More than that he was
expected along this road and there
were relays of horses waiting. He
only changed once, but he was met by
another party near that ruined mill
Kver since then I have felt that we
were being watched by unseen eyes
Hid you observe the curl of smoke to
our right just before dark—how It
rose and fell in rings?”
"I saw the smoke, yes—a thin spiral,
but supposed it to he from the chim
nev of some mountain shack.”
“Well, it was not. That was an out
side Are, and the smoke was smoth
ered and then thrown up by blankets.
That is their way of signaling I tell
you, lieutenant, this murder of Har
wood is more than an army matter. It
was pither the culmination of a feud
—done for personal revenge—or else
the major had papers in his posses
sion bearing on the situation here that
could only be gained over his dead
body. The man who killed him was
old Ned Cowan.”
“But Harwood must have known
him,” I protested.
“Of course he did; they were neigh
bors before the war and met there by
appointment. For all I know tbe ma
jor may have had some confidential
communication from the war depart
ment. God knows what it was. All 1
am sure about is that I would !jive a
good deal to be out of this fix right
now and twenty miles to the north of
here."
We sat there for half an hour dis
cussing the matter and endeavoring
to convince ourselves the danger was
less than we imagined. There was
nothing to be done but wait for day
light. Finally Fox crept forth again
to make another round of the pickets,
to assure himself they were alert, and
before he returned 1 had fallen asleep.
The chill of the night awoke me
cold and shivering. The wind had
arisen and swept down the funnel in
which I lay with an icy breath against
which my single blanket afforded no
protection. The man who had been
lying next me was gone, and so there
must have been a change of guard
while I slept. I could distinguish
dimly outlined against the sky, the
overhanging rock-wall which inclosed
our camp, and the deeper shade of a
cleft a yard or two to my left, where
the dead trunk of a tree stood like
a gaunt, ugly sentinel.
As I lay staring the figure of a man
slipped out from behind its protec
tion and, dropping on hands and
knees, crept forward across the open
space. Another and another followed,
mere ghostlike shadows, scarcely ap
pearing real. For the instant 1 doubt
ed my eyesight, imagined I dreamed.
Then, before I could raise voice in
alarm, a rifle spat viciously, the red
flame of its discharge cleaving the
night A fusillade followed and in the
flare 1 caught grotesque glimpses of
men leaping forward, and there was
a confused yelling of voices, a din of
noise.
I was upon my knees, revolver in
hand, but in the melee below could
not distinguish friend from foe—alike
they were a blur of figures, one in
stant visible, the next obscured. Yet
there could be no doubt as to the final
ending of the struggle. Taken by sur
prise, outnumbered, the little squad of
troopers would be crushed, annihilat
ed. Nor was there reason why I
should sacrifice myself in their defense
—a valueless sacrifice. My choice was
Instantly made, as there flashed to my
mind what my fate would be if I
ever fell into Cow’an’s hands attired in
Federal uniform.
On hands and Knees t crept to me
cleft In the rock wall anti began to
clamber up over the Irregular rocks
The shouts and yells, the cries for
mercy, the sound of blows, grew faint
er and finally ceased altogether Lean
ing back and looking down 1 could per
ceive nothing In the black void. A
voice shouted an order, but It sounded
far off and Indistinct. I was In a
narrow gully, the Incline less steep
than amid the rock* below, and ooali)
perceive the lighter canopy of the sky
not far above me
As 1 crept out Into the open space
someone touched a match to a pile of
dry limbs in the cove below, and the
| red flames leaped high, revealing the
scene. 1 caught a glimpse of It—
staring down as though 1 clung at the
mouth of hell, seeing moving black
figures, and the dark, motionless
shadows of dead men The one
glimpse was enough, the fearful
tragedy of It smiting me like a blow,
and 1 turned and ran, stumbling over
the rough ground, my only thought
that of escape.
There were stars In the sky, their
dim light sufficient to yield some faint
guidance. My course led me close
beside the edge of the ridge Here
the ground fell away to the banks of
a shallow stream and some instinct of
woodcraft led me to wade down with
I Its current for a considerable distance,
I until the icy water drove me to the
bank once more. I knew I had cov
ered several miles and was beyond pur
suit and safe from discovery. I re
mained there until dawn, the first
gray light giving assurance that my
flight had been to the north along the
foothills. From the ridge top a wide
vista lay revealed of rough, seeming
ly uninhabited country, growing more
distinct as the light strengthened.
There was no house visible, no sign of
any road; all about extended a rude
mountain solitude, but to the north
west there was a perceptible break in
the chain of hills, as though a pass led
down into the concealed valley be
yond. With this for guidance I
plunged forward, eager to get out of
that drear wilderness
It was considerably after the noon
hour before I came upon a dismal
shack of logs in the midst of a small
clearing. The light streaming in
through the open door revealed that it
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