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They wear the blue and the gray, and they are Tennessee cavalry," replied Milton. "Fronklyn was right." Deck had a field-glass slung over his shoulder, and he directed it to a point beyond the enemy; for he wished to ascertain if Tom Belthorpe's platoon was in pursuit; but the road was too crooked to enable him to see any distance, for it was bordered in places by walnut forests.
The furnace-doors were again opened to put in more fuel, and the scene was lighted by the blaze again. As a matter of prudence, the lieutenant lay down on his board, and the sergeant did the same. "Now, Fronklyn, I will make my way to the boat, and bring it down for you to get in; for both of us need not incur the risk of doing this work."
"What does all that mean, Warren?" asked Fronklyn in a whisper. "I don't know," replied the planter's son, as he cocked his rifle, and returned to the stable. "What are you about here?" he demanded. "Mars'r Warren!" exclaimed several of them. "What are you going to do with the horses, Phil?" asked Warren.
Fronklyn had used the heavy revolver of the trooper, reserving his carbine for more difficult practice. There was a pause, for no more victims were in sight. "You are in a dangerous position, Lieutenant Lyon," said the sergeant, as soon as Deck rushed into the hall. "Where are you, Sergeant?" asked the officer, as he retired from his exposed situation. "Behind the safe," replied Fronklyn.
"Ride back like a streak o' lightnin', and tell Leftenant Lyon that the gorrillas is cleanin' out a house over yender!" said Life in hurried speech. "How fur back is the platoon?" "Not more than half a mile," said Fronklyn. "Go it, and don't let the grass grow under your hoss's irons!" The other scout went off at the fastest gallop of his steed, and soon disappeared beyond a turn in the road.
The long line moved forward, at a walk, about half a mile, and halted forty rods in the rear of the disordered ranks of the enemy. Presently a sergeant rode across the field, passing to the left of the guerillas, and making his way to the centre of the first company. It proved to be Sergeant Fronklyn, who saluted the captain.
Fronklyn and Cuffy soon joined Deck, the negro putting all his strength into his lamentations for the loss of his boat. He did not seem to realize that four men had just passed into eternity; but Deck had more charity for him after he said he loved the flimsy craft, and reproached him no more. "Your boat is gone for the present, but you may find it again," said Deck with an effort to comfort him.
"It is the order of Major Lyon, Captain Gordon, that you send Sergeant Knox, with ten men, to the right of your line, to prevent the escape of any of the enemy to the swamp. Also, that you send Lieutenant Lyon to headquarters," said Fronklyn, delivering his message.
"Perhaps we may possibly do so," replied the lieutenant. "Impossible; I have looked into that creek before. It is wide near the river, and after the freshet of the last three days it is a rushing torrent, and the great river is not much better out in the middle," protested Fronklyn. "Well, we must do something," Deck insisted earnestly. "I am going to move over where there is something going on.
"Of course the major or captain in command of the cavalry does not know the country in this vicinity, though Cuffy says men have been sent to the top of the hill to obtain information," said Deck. "But they can see nothing, for there is another and higher hill between them and the enemy. With your permission, Sergeant Fronklyn and myself will join our company if they are in the road.
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