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Bowersox left the road with his detachment and made his way across the fields, over ditches, ravines and creeks, through the thickets and the brush, and at last came out on top of Missionary Ridge at the north side of Rossville Gap. With eager eyes they scanned the landscape of billowy mountains and hills to the east and south.
"A wasp-waisted West Pointer, raw from school; thinks he's learned all there's to know about war out of a book on triggernometry. Has no more feelin' for a private soljer than I have for a mule. Calls 'em 'my men, roared Jerry. "And as he's only a Second Lieutenant he'll have the first vote," sighed the Orderly. "And Lieut. Bowersox is to be the Judge-Advocate. He'll have to do the prosecuting.
Si had been quietly talking to the rest of the gang while this conversation was going on, and discovered a general willingness to exchange mechanical pursuits for those of a more martial character, and so when they left the train at Chattanooga, Lieut. Bowersox marched at the head of 130 recruits, instead of the 103 with whom he had crossed the Ohio River.
It can't mean nothin' else, or it wouldn't be addressed to you, pap. 'Hospital at Chattanooga. Chattanooga's near where the battle was fought. 'Badly wounded. That means Si's bin shot. 'E. C. Bower's ox. What in the world can that be?" "Bowersox?" said her father, catching the sound. "Why, that's the name o' the Lootenant Si and Shorty was under when they came home.
A fog obscured all the lowlands, but far out columns of thin smoke rising lazily on the still air showed where 150,000 men were marshaling for bloody conflict. "That Major I spoke to," said Lieut. Bowersox, as Si and Shorty looked anxiously in his face, "is on the corps staff, and he says the whole infernal Southern Confederacy is out there for blood.
At length the rebels fled, leaving the Indianians in possession of their colors and the hillside. "Some of you find Lieut. Bowersox, and bring him here," said Capt. McGillicuddy, sitting up, and beginning to twist a handkerchief around his thigh, to form a tourniquet. "Lieutenant, you all right?"
"The next case I have is that of Serg't Josiah Klegg, implicated in the same affair," said Lieut. Bowersox. "Since we have acquitted the principal, it would be foolish to try the accessory," said Maj. Truax. "Say the same thing to him. Now, let's get down to business. Bring in that man that skulked when the boys were going for that abatis.
"Say, pardner," said the man who ran the establishment, "I'd much rather board you for a day than a week. Rebels must've cut off the supply-trains where you've bin. You're not comin' this way agin soon, air you? I'm afraid I won't make 'nough this month to pay my rent." Lieut. Bowersox came in with a telegram in his hand. "We won't go on to Indianapolis," he said.
He therefore said, carelessly, without turning: "A man has a natural curiosity to know the names of new acquaintances. But no matter, I suppose the police know you," and rode away. Bowersox turned to Offitt and said, "Why in did you let him go? I could have knocked his head off and nobody knowed it." "Yes," said Offitt, coolly. "And got hung for it."
The man who had held the pistol, a black-visaged fellow with a red face and dyed mustache, after rubbing his knuckles a moment, said: "Let's take it out o' the whelp!" But another, to whom the rest seemed to look as a leader, said: "Go slow, Mr. Bowersox; we want no trouble here." Farnham at this addressed the last speaker and said, "Can you tell me what all this means?
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