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Updated: May 29, 2025
"I'm glad thet my hands can put inter yours the means ter avenge him." Harry tried in vain to make an appropriate response. "I'll clean hit up for ye," she said to Harry, as she saw Fortner beginning to furbish up his own rifle for the next day's duties. That she was no stranger to the work was shown by the skill with which she addressed herself to it.
Yes, there they are," he continued, as two or three galloped around a turn in the road, followed at a little interval by others. The metallic clang of the rapid hoof-beats on the rocks rang through the somber aisles of the forest. Noisy fox and aniphonal wildcat stopped to listen to this invasion of sound. "Quick! let's get in cover," said Fortner.
She went to a rude cupboard in the farther part of the room, whence the note of colliding crockery soon gave information that she was busy. Fortner took a bunch of tow from his pouch, and with it wiped off every particle of dampness from the outside of his rifle, after which he laid the gun on two wooden hooks above the fireplace, and hung the accouterments on deer horns at its breech.
I'm sure thet ef I thot the Rebels war gwine ter whip our men I'd never want ter see the sun rise ter-morrer. Good-by; we're all in the hands o' Him who seeth even the sparrer's fall." Fortner led the mare a little ways, to where he could get a good view, and then said: "Thet second line o' fires which ye see over thar is our lines them fires I mean which run up inter the woods.
As he could not walk without pain he took his seat in a slat-bottomed chair by the side of the hearth, and Aunt Debby, knitting in hand, occupied a low rocker nearly opposite. "Where's Mr. Fortner?" asked Harry. "Jim got up, arly, an' arter eatin' a snac said he'd go out an' take a look around mebbe he mout go ez fur ez the Ford."
Fortner turned and waved Harry back as he heard him approach, but Glen had apparently exhausted all his capacity for fearing, in the march upon Wildcat, and he was now calmly desperate. The Colonel rode out from the throng toward the level spot at the base of the ledge upon which the two were concealed.
"She'll go," he added to himself. "I'm not fooled a mite on thet 'ere stock. I'll jest go to headquarters an' git things ready for her." He was right. The prospect of doing an important service on a grand occasion was stimulous enough for Rachel's daring spirit, to make her undertake anything, and when Fortner returned in the afternoon he found her eager to set out upon the enterprise.
Gratification showed itself in little lines that coursed about her mouth, and her eyes illumined as when a light shines through a window. "Yes," answered Fortner. "Like hounds, and run clean ter the Ford, whar they're now a-fouten an' strugglin to git acrost, and drowndin' like so many stampeded cattle." "Glory! Thank God!" said Aunt Debby.
Hit's mouty hard crossin' at enny time, but hit's awful now, fur the Rockassel's boomin'. The big rains hev sent her up kitin', an' hit's now breast-deep thar in the Ford. We'll git round whar we kin see hit all." Another wide detour to keep themselves in the concealment of the woods brough Fortner and Harry out upon an acclivity that almost overhung the ford, and those gathered around it.
On the steep slope on the other side glimmered numbers of little fires where those who were lucky enough to get across were warming and drying themselves. "Heavens!" said Harry with an anticipatory shudder, "if our men should come up, the first cannon shot would make half these men drown themselves in trying to get away." Fortner heeded him not.
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