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Crenshaw had traveled the road before, but I never had; we had traveled several miles on the mountain, when we passed near a great precipice; just before we passed it, Crenshaw asked me for my whip, which had a pound of lead in the butt; I handed it to him, and he rode up by the side of the South Carolinian, and gave him a blow on the side of the head, and tumbled him from his horse; we lit from our horses and fingered his pockets; we got twelve hundred and sixty-two dollars.
Then he called a cavalryman from the outpost. "Britton," he said, "show this gentleman in to General Dana's headquarters." Crenshaw lashed his horse and away we went. "That boy thinks he is a guide, not a guard," said he. "You are all right. We can easily get rid of him." This proved true. We stopped by a saloon and bought a bottle of whisky.
When Yancy reached the Cross Roads, Crenshaw gave him a disquieting opinion as to the probable contents of his letter, for he himself had heard from Bladen that he had decided to assume the care of the boy. "So you reckon it was that " said Yancy, with a deep breath. "It's a blame outrage, Bob, fo' him to act like this!" said the merchant with heat.
Crenshaw sat before the flat-topped mahogany desk in the center of the room with several well-thumbed account-books open before him. Bladen, in riding dress, stood by the window. "I suppose you will buy in the property when it comes up for sale?" the latter was saying. Mr.
Harleston looked at it long enough to fix in his mind the penmanship and to mark the little eccentricities of style. Then he folded it and put it in Crenshaw's outside pocket. "Thank you!" said he, with an amused smile. "You forgot to look in the soles of my shoes?" Crenshaw jeered. "Someone else will do that," Harleston replied. "Someone else?" Crenshaw inflected.
"No, certainly not; the boy was merely left with Yancy because Crenshaw didn't know what else to do with him." "Get possession of him, and if I don't buy land here I'll take him West with me," said Murrell quietly. Bladen gave him a swift, shrewd glance, but Murrell, smiling and easy, met it frankly.
Then I told them who I was, and all became excitement for the next day's adventure. We drove down to the Federal outpost. Crenshaw that was the name of the cotton buyer showed his pass to the officer in command, who then turned to me. "Captain," I said, "I have no pass, but I am a nephew of Mrs. General Dana. Can you not pass me in without a pass?" He was very polite.
Crenshaw, the general appreciates this courtesy, but regrets that he is unable to see you, sir. After that it wa'n't long in getting about that the general was a changed man. Other folks came here to welcome him back and he refused to see them, but the reason of it we never learned.
The name of the woman, and the episode of the cab are none of your affair; nor do the names of parties, whether personal or government, concern you in the least." "Very well. We'll close up the cards and play the game. The first thing in the game, as I said a moment ago, Crenshaw, is not to squeal when you are in a hole and losing." A knock came at the door. Harleston crossed and swung it open.
Did you telephone me at the Chateau about six-thirty?... You didn't?... You were on your way home at that hour.... Yes, exactly; it was a plant.... Do you know Crenshaw escaped from my apartment.... Yes, I saw him in the Chateau this evening.... What?... Yes, better look up Whiteside at once.... Yes, in the Collingwood.... Very good; I'll meet you there.... All right, I'll tell the sergeant."
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