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Updated: June 5, 2025
I did what every one should do when there exists any doubt about a matter, I hastened forward to solve the mystery. No sooner did they see me than Klitz dropped his muskets, and Barney, letting go the handles of his wheel-barrow, stood gazing at me with open eyes and outstretched hands.
He seemed to be a jolly, merry fellow notwithstanding, as he showed by breaking into a hearty laugh as Klitz, stumbling over a log, fell with his long neck and shoulders on the one side, and his heels kicking up in the air on the other. The last man was evidently a son of Erin, from the few words he uttered in a rich brogue, which had not deteriorated by long absence from home and country.
"I am under his orders, and will conduct you to him." Klitz elongated his visage on hearing this, but Barney took the matter with his usual good-humour. In consideration of the dangers the men had gone through, and their conduct in the defence of the farm, the lieutenant treated them kindly.
Our great object now was to find a secure camping-ground; so we pushed on, and I led my companion across the stream by a ford somewhat further up. But still we saw nothing of Klitz or Gillooly, while the waning light prevented me from discovering their trail, had they crossed where we did.
"I can afford you two hands, at all events," he answered, and I saw a twinkle in his eyes. "They know the place, and perhaps you may get more work out of them than I can; only take care they do not run away." I guessed to whom he alluded; nor was I mistaken. We went out together, and he summoned Klitz and Barney, who were slowly working away with pick, axe, and spade.
Uncle Jeff was to dash out first, Bartle and Gideon were to follow, they understanding that I should keep between them, while Klitz and Gillooly were to bring up the rear. "Now open the door!" cried Uncle Jeff. Just as he spoke I looked around, and discovered that neither Klitz nor Gillooly was behind me.
"Sure, your honour, a military life disagreed intirely wid me health, and I thought it best to take French leave, to save me comrades the trouble of burying me," answered Barney. "Sure, I niver dreamed of deserting." "And you, Mr Klitz, what have you to say?" asked the lieutenant. "Dat I could not let dis fellow, like one big baby, go alone," answered the German; "so I went to take care of him."
"I am under his orders, and will conduct you to him." Klitz elongated his visage on hearing this, but Barney took the matter with his usual good-humour. In consideration of the dangers the men had gone through, and their conduct in the defence of the farm, the lieutenant treated them kindly.
But we had to call a halt at noon, by the side of a stream, in order to water our animals and let them feed; while we ourselves took some of the provender which we had brought in our wallets. Klitz and Barney sat down opposite to us, by the orders of the lieutenant, and ate their meal in silence. They bore their disappointment very well.
He seemed to be a jolly, merry fellow notwithstanding, as he showed by breaking into a hearty laugh as Klitz, stumbling over a log, fell with his long neck and shoulders on the one side, and his heels kicking up in the air on the other. The last man was evidently a son of Erin, from the few words he uttered in a rich brogue, which had not deteriorated by long absence from home and country.
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