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"The ten one-dollar bills that you left behind you?" "They wasn't mine," said Blenham quickly, his hand hard about the whiskey glass, his manner vaguely nervous. "I tol' Dan to give 'em back to you." Steve smiled. "Funny," he said carelessly. "Hodges said " "I made a mistake," called Hodges sharply. "I got Blenham mixed up with some other guy. I don't know nothin' about this here."
They then spoke of Leonard, who had remained above with his master, of his blighted hopes, and seemingly incurable affliction. "His is true love, indeed, doctor," sighed Mrs. Bloundel. "Pity it is that it could not be requited." "I know not how it is," rejoined Hodges, "and will not question the decrees of our All-Wise Ruler, but the strongest affection seldom, if ever, meets a return.
While this fellow was enumerating the Universalists in neighboring towns who had turned from their errors on their death-beds, some one exclaimed, "John Hodges! why, he isn't dead, he's alive and well." Whereat there was a roar of laughter.
"What would you do with it?" Virginia lowered her voice. "Hodges goes through the lines to-morrow night. I should send it to Clarence." "But you have no idea where Clarence is." "Hodges can find him." "Pshaw!" exclaimed her aunt, "I would not trust him. How do you know that he will get through the Dutch pickets to Price's army?
The plague, at length, came to my rescue, and I have reason to be grateful to it; for it has not only delivered me from him, but has brought me to you." "I must now impose silence upon you," interposed Hodges, laying his finger on his lips; "further conversation will be hurtful." "One question more, and I have done," replied Nizza. "How came Bell with you and where is my father?
So wild and white and stricken was this man's face that Evans, who was exchanging some words with a gentleman on the basement floor, happening to catch sight of it, interrupted himself and hallooed from below, "What, is there anything the matter, Hodges?" Hodges made no reply. The man seemed to have lost his speech for some time past.
Then Packard had spoken a little about Red Creek, asking his few questions and had learned that Blenham had his friends in "Packard's Town" where Dan Hodges of the Ace of Diamonds saloon was an old pal, that "Whitey" Wimble of the Old Trusty saloon across the street hated both Hodges and Blenham like poison. "Us boys," added Barbee, "always hung out at the Ace of Diamonds, bein' Packard's men.
Besides, "Old Man Stebbins owns nigh onter six eighties in the deestrick, an' pays more school tax nor ary other man in Dundas township, an' it hain't no more nor fair 'at ef he wants to send the hull family, he orter be 'lowed ter, coz he hain't sent no one ter school fur more 'n ten year, only one winter, when Si Hodges done chores fer him fer his board, an' went ter school," explained old Uncle Billy Wetzel to a company of objecting neighbors, as they all stood together by a hitching post in front of the church, waiting for "meetin' to take up," whittling and discussing local affairs meantime.
"What's up, Fingy?" inquired a voice. "Wekusko," replied the man on the box, in the husky, flesh-smothered tones of the person who had entered last into the cabin. "Another dead one up there, eh?" persisted the same voice. "No. Maps 'n' things f'r Hodges, up at the camp. Devil of a hurry, ain't he, to order us up at night? Tell to hustle out with the bottle, will you?"
This, taken with the fact that our retreat was cut off, made us feel a good deal as though we were prisoners. At 6 a. m. Capt. Hodges, brigade-quartermaster on Gen.
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