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The rebels were now concentrating their forces within an interior line of very heavy works immediately surrounding the city. There were, however, two strong forts outside of this line not yet captured by our forces Forts Gregg and Baldwin. Orden was directed to take Fort Gregg, and two of his brigades, commanded by Turnlee and Forest, made the assault.
"By the bye, Bishop," he enquired, "have you heard any rumours concerning the sudden disappearance of our young friend Julian Orden?" The Bishop for a moment was silent. A passer-by glanced at the two men sympathetically. Of the two, he thought, it was the man in spiritual charge of a suffering people who showed more sign of the strain. "I have heard rumours," the Bishop acknowledged.
"You tell us," Catherine said, mastering her emotion with an effort, "that Julian Orden, whom we now know to be `Paul Fiske', has escaped. Just what do you mean?" "I can scarcely reduce my statement to plainer words," Fenn replied, "but I will try. The danger in which we stood through the miscarriage of that packet was appreciated by every one of the Council.
"Stick to the point," Fenn enjoined morosely. "Now they've found out who Julian Orden is, they want him produced. They want to elect him on the Council, make him chairman over all our heads, let him reap the reward of the scheme which our brains have conceived." "They want him, eh? That's awkward." "Awkward for us," Fenn muttered.
Perhaps," Fenn added, with a slightly malicious smile, "you would like to try what you can do with him yourself?" The Bishop hesitated. "Julian Orden," he said, "is a young man of peculiarly stubborn type, but if I thought that my exhortations would be of any benefit, I would not shrink from trying them, whatever it might cost me." "Better have a try, then," Fenn suggested.
She had been a little awed by Miss Hugonin, the famous heiress a little jealous of her, I dare say, on account of Hugh Van Orden but now she kissed her very heartily in farewell, and said, "Don't forget you are to come to us as soon as possible," and was beyond any question perfectly sincere in saying it.
"Naturally," she assented, "and yet the greatest part of it is to come. Tell me about Mr. Orden?" "There is no change in the fellow's attitude. I don't imagine there will be until the last moment. He is just a pig-headed, insufferably conceited Englishman, full of class prejudices to his finger tips." "He is nevertheless a man," she said thoughtfully.
The mists were now rapidly clearing up, and in a short time the whole French army could be seen advancing. They moved towards the British left, and Wellington ordered the troops at once to retire. The British fell back in three columns, and marched for the Guarena, through Torrecilla de la Orden.
Every one has two votes, which must be for two different representatives. The cards should then be folded, and I propose that the Bishop, who is not a candidate, collect them. As I read the unwritten rules of this Congress, every one here is eligible except the Bishop, Miss Abbeway, Mr. Orden and Mr. Furley." There was a little murmur. Phineas Cross leaned forward in his place.
Orden and Griffith were marching rapidly to join Sherlin, and by marching all night reached Appomattox at 6 A.M. on the morning of the 9th, just as Laws was moving his head of column with the intention of brushing away Sherlin's cavalry and securing the supplies. Laws had no suspicion of infantry having joined our cavalry at Appomattox.
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