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Major Hines's reports of the strength of the position on Sewell Mountain which the enemy had occupied, and my own reconnoissance of the intervening country, satisfied me that if we meant to advance on this line, we ought not to give the enemy time to reconsider and to reoccupy the mountain top from which he had retreated.
A party of the Confederates under Captain Hines had crossed into Indiana a few days before without orders from Morgan, being as independent of him, apparently, as he was of General Bragg. Hines's party had roused the militia of the State, and he had made a rapid retreat to the Ohio, reaching it just as Morgan entered Brandenburg.
It may be that the lucky daredeviltry of Hines's little raid fired his commander's heart to try a greater one; at any rate, Morgan forgave his trespass against his authority as he prayed to be forgiven by Bragg, and turned his attention to driving off the Indiana militia who had followed Hines to the bank of the river and now opened fire with a single cannon.
Hines's husky but assured voice trailed away into a miserable, thick whisper "as to what he said about her feet taking hold on hell I guess there was a time I guess about one more slip I guess I didn't run across her any too quick. But there never was a straighter, truer girl than Min was with me. I gotta get her planted right, Dominie. I gotta do it," he concluded with pathetic earnestness.
"I get you!" Mr. Hines's corded throat worked painfully. "You don't suppose the old goat would slip Min a blackball?" he gulped. "How can he? As an 'Inalienable' " "Yeh; I know. But wasn't there something about a clean record? I'll tell you, Dominie" Mr.
They didn't reach her father." "No: tell me," he persisted. "I gotta know." Because Mr. Hines had already impressed himself upon me as one with whom straight talk would serve best, I acceded. "Bartholomew Storrs said that her feet took hold on hell." Mr. Hines's face remained impassive. Only his hands worked slightly, perhaps kneading an imaginary throat.
Munn drew from his municipal clerkship. Hines's elegant coat rippled on his chest, above what may have been a shudder, as he looked about him. "It's crowded," he muttered. "We lie close, as we lived close, in Our Square. I am glad for her father's sake that Minnie wished to come back." "She said she couldn't rest peaceful anywhere else. She said she had some sort of right to be here."
Although the May day was cool and brisk with wind, his knuckles glistened when they descended. I began to suspect that, despite his stony self-command, Mr. Hines's nerves were not all that they should be. "Perhaps you'd like me to introduce you to Mr. Storrs," I hazarded. The cold and filmy eyes gleamed with an instant's dim warmth. "Dominie, you're a good guy," responded Mr. Hines.
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