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The man who had followed all the way from Dorothy's residence not only was waiting, but remained on Garrison's trail. At a quarter of ten Garrison ensconced himself in a train for Branchville. His "shadow" was there in the car. The run required fifty minutes. Hickwood, a very small village, was passed by the cars without a stop. It was hardly two miles from the larger settlement.
Even when her lashes fell, at last, the silence was maintained. After a time Garrison spoke again, returning to earth and the unfinished labor before him. "I must go," he said, consulting his watch. "I hope to catch a train for Branchville in order to be there early in the morning." "On our this business?" she inquired.
Another road on which the government was bending all its energies to complete, but failed for want of time, was a road running from Columbia to Augusta, Ga. This was to be one of the main arteries of the South in case Charleston should fail to hold out and the junction of the roads at Branchville fall in the hands of the enemy.
The army is in splendid health, condition, and spirits, though we have had foul weather, and roads that would have stopped travel to almost any other body of men I ever heard of. Our march, was substantially what I designed straight on Columbia, feigning on Branchville and Augusta.
With your veteran army I hope to get control of the only two through routes from east to west possessed by the enemy before the fall of Atlanta. The condition will be filled by holding Savannah and Augusta, or by holding any other port to the east of Savannah and Branchville. If Wilmington falls, a force from there can co-operate with you.
The army is in splendid health, condition, and spirits, though we have had foul weather, and roads that would have stopped travel to almost any other body of men I ever heard of. Our march, was substantially what I designed straight on Columbia, feigning on Branchville and Augusta.
Garrison, alone, at nine o'clock, had an impulse to hasten off to Branchville. In the brief time of lying unconscious on the floor when Wicks struck him down, he had felt some strange psychic sense take possession of his being, long enough for the room that Hardy had occupied in Hickwood to come into vision, as if through walls made transparent.
You furnished Theodore Robinson with information concerning my movements and, in addition to your burglary at Branchville, you have made yourself accessory to a plot to commit a willful murder." "I didn't! By Heaven, I didn't!" Tuttle answered. "I didn't have anything to do with that." "With what?" asked Garrison. "You see you plunge into every trap I lay, almost before it is set."
"How did you come by this letter," she inquired. "You didn't really steal it?" Garrison answered: "The letter was certainly stolen. My suit-case was rifled the night of my arrival at Branchville. These gentlemen hired a thief to go through my possessions." "I've been protecting my rights!" the old man answered fiercely.
Had Eradicate been strictly honest with himself, he would have confessed that he could not read any writing, or printing either. His education had been very limited, but one could show him, say, a printed sign and tell him it read "Danger" or "Five miles to Branchville," or anything like that, and the next time he saw it, Eradicate would know what that sign said.
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