The Scouts of Stonewall: The Story of the Great Valley Campaign. Altsheler Joseph Alexander

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СКАЧАТЬ the way with most of these untrained men. We mustn’t risk being shot up by those whom we’ve come to help. Lasley, give them a call from the bugle. Make it low and soft though. We don’t want those behind us to hear it.”

      Lasley, a boy no older than Harry, rode forward a dozen yards in front of the troop, put his bugle to his lips and blew a soft, warning call. Harry had been stirred by the first sound of a hostile trumpet hours before, and now this, the note of a friend, thrilled him again. He gazed intently at the village, knowing that the pickets would be on watch, and presently he saw men appear at the edge of the hill just in front of the great warehouse. They were the pickets, beyond a doubt, because the silver starshine glinted along the blades of their bayonets.

      The bugler gave one more call. It was a soft and pleasing sound. It said very plainly that the one who blew and those with him were friends. Two men in uniform joined the pickets beside the warehouse, and looked toward the point whence the note of the bugle came.

      “Forward!” said Captain Philip Sherburne, himself leading the way, Harry by his side. The troops, wheeling back into the road and marching by fours in perfect order, rode straight toward the village.

      “Who comes?” was the stern hail.

      “A troop of Stonewall Jackson’s cavalry to help you,” replied Sherburne. “You are about to be attacked by a Northern division eight hundred strong.”

      “Who says so?” came the question in a tone tinged with unbelief, and Harry knew that it was the stubborn and dogmatic McGee who spoke.

      “Lieutenant Harry Kenton of the Invincibles, one of Stonewall Jackson’s best regiments, has seen them. You know him; he was here yesterday.”

      As he spoke, Captain Sherburne sprang from his horse and pointed to Harry.

      “You remember me, Captain McGee,” said Harry. “I stopped with you a minute yesterday. I rode on a scouting expedition, and I have seen the Union force myself. It outnumbers us at least two to one, but we’ll have the advantage of the defense.”

      “Yes, I know you,” said McGee, his heavy and strong, but not very intelligent face, brightening a little. “But it’s a great responsibility I’ve got here. We ought to have had more troops to defend such valuable stores. I’ve got two hundred men, captain, and I should say that you’ve about the same.”

      It was then that Captain Philip Sherburne showed his knightly character, speaking words that made Harry’s admiration of him immense.

      “I haven’t any men, Captain McGee,” he said, “but you have four hundred, and I’ll help my commander as much as I can.”

      McGee’s eyes gleamed. Harry saw that while not of alert mind he was nevertheless a gentleman.

      “We work together, Captain Sherburne,” he said gratefully, “and I thank God you’ve come. What splendid men you have!”

      Captain Sherburne’s eyes gleamed also. This troop of his was his pride, and he sought always to keep it bright and sharp like a polished sword blade.

      “Whatever you wish, Captain McGee. But it will take us all to repel the enemy. Kenton here, who saw them well, says they have a fine, disciplined force.”

      The men now dismounted and led their horses to a little grove just in the rear of the warehouse, where they were tethered under the guard of the villagers, all red-hot partisans of the South. Then the four hundred men, armed with rifles and carbines, disposed themselves about the warehouse, the bulk of them watching the road along which the attacking force was almost sure to come.

      Harry took his place with Sherburne, and once more he was compelled to admire the young captain’s tact and charm of manner. He directed everything by example and suggestion, but all the while he made the heavy Captain McGee think that he himself was doing it.

      Sherburne and Harry walked down the road a little distance.

      “Aren’t you glad to be here, Kenton?” asked the captain in a somewhat whimsical tone.

      “I’m glad to help, of course.”

      “Yes, but there’s more. When I came to war I came to fight. And if we save the stores look how we’ll stand in Old Jack’s mind. Lord, Kenton, but he’s a queer man! You’d never take any notice of him, if you didn’t know who he was, but I’d rather have one flash of approval from those solemn eyes of his than whole dictionaries of praise from all the other generals I know.”

      “I saw him at Bull Run, when he saved the day.”

      “So did I. The regiment that I was with didn’t come up until near the close, but our baptism of battle was pretty thorough, all the same. Hark! did you think you heard anything, Kenton?”

      Harry listened attentively.

      “Yes, I hear something,” he replied. “It’s very soft, but I should say that it’s the distant beat of hoofs.”

      “And of many hoofs.”

      “So I think.”

      “Then it’s our friends of the North, coming to take what we want to keep. A few minutes more, Kenton, and they’ll be here.”

      They slipped back toward the warehouse, and Harry’s heart began to throb heavily. He knew that Sherburne’s words would soon come true.

      CHAPTER II. THE FOOT CAVALRY

      Captain Sherburne told Captain McGee that the invaders were coming, and there was a stir in the ranks of the defenders. The cavalrymen, disciplined and eager, said nothing, but merely moved a little in order to see better along the road over which the enemy was advancing. The original defenders, who were infantry, talked in whispers, despite commands, and exchanged doubts and apprehensions.

      Harry walked up and down in front of the warehouse with Captain Sherburne, and both watched the road.

      “If we only had a little artillery, just a light gun or two,” said Sherburne, “we’d give ‘em such a surprise that they’d never get over it.”

      “But we haven’t got it.”

      “No, we haven’t, but maybe rifles and carbines will serve.”

      The hoofbeats were fast growing louder, and Harry knew that the head of the Northern column would appear in a minute or two. Every light in the warehouse or about it and all in the village had been extinguished, but the moonlight was clear and more stars had come into the full sky.

      “We can see well enough for a fight,” murmured Captain Sherburne.

      Everybody could hear the hoofbeats now, and again there was a stir in the ranks of the defenders. The dark line appeared in the road three or four hundred yards away and then, as the horsemen emerged into the open, they deployed rapidly by companies. They, too, were trained men, and keen eyes among their officers caught sight of the armed dark line before the warehouse. The voice of the trumpet suddenly pealed forth again, and now it was loud and menacing.

      “It’s the charge!” cried Sherburne, “and I can see that they’re all you said, Kenton! A magnificent body, truly! Ready, men! Ready! For God’s sake don’t fire too soon! Wait for the word! Wait for the word!”

      He was all the leader now, and in the excitement of the moment СКАЧАТЬ