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An Undivided Union

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by Oliver Optic


  CHAPTER X

  A TRIP ON A RAFT

  The talk of the three Confederates had filled the young major withinterest. Evidently they had belonged to the troops just defeated, andthey were now on their way to escape to the south of Rutherford Creek,as the main body on the retreat had gone.

  But this was not all. A raft had been mentioned, also some cases ofammunition, and something had been spoken of that sounded as if it mighthave been meant for a field-piece. This looked as if the threeConfederates intended to transfer some army property as well asthemselves to a safer locality for men and goods.

  It was too dark for either Deck or Life to make out the uniforms of theenemies, but they were inclined to believe that they belonged to someSouthern battery which Wheeler had brought along, but which theConfederate commander had been unable to bring into use. It instantlycrossed Deck's mind that it would be a big thing to bag the men, andeven a bigger thing to seize the ammunition and the field-piece.

  But now a difficulty arose--a difficulty which must be met and settledon the spot. One of the Confederates was coming toward them. What was tobe done with the man?

  Deck did not doubt but that Life and himself were more than a match forthe half-starved upholder of a mistaken cause. They could easily compelhim to surrender at the point of the pistol, or they might throw himdown and gag him before he had any chance to make an outcry.

  But would this be doing just the right thing, all circumstancesconsidered? Might not the loss of one of their number frighten off thetwo others, and if the cases of ammunition and the field-piece werehidden away, could Life and himself find the things in that woods,filled as it was with rocks and brush? More than likely the articles hadbeen hidden away with care, especially the boxes of ammunition.

  To Deck's way of thinking, the only thing to do was to escape theobservation of the fellow called Bolder, and then follow him up to wherethe army stores and the gun were hidden. After this it would be timeenough to close in on the enemy, bring them to terms, and confiscate allthey were in charge of that was of value.

  Doubtless Captain Knox's thoughts were similar to those of Deck's, foras the Confederate artillerist advanced, he looked inquiringly at hiscompanion, and uttered the monosyllable, "Well?"

  "We must not be discovered," whispered the major. "Turn to the left.Easy, Ceph, easy!"

  The horse understood the words of caution and moved off as silently as ashadow of the night, to another clump of bushes. Life followed, and hissteed, also well trained, made no more noise than did Ceph. The courseof the pair took them out of the semicircle Bolder had started to makearound the patch of woods, and the Confederate passed fifty or sixtyfeet to their left.

  "Now we will follow him," whispered Deck, when Bolder's back was partlyturned upon them. "Be on your guard against a surprise, Life; there maybe more Confederates in this vicinity."

  "I'm always on my guard," was the laconic reply, as both horses movedoff with care.

  The course around the woods was a rugged one, and the journey took thebest part of twenty minutes. At times they lost sight of Bolder, butnever more than for half a minute at a time. Once they caught theConfederate looking behind him and promptly disappeared from view into aditch, where flowed several inches of water.

  The detour on the part of the enemy having come to an end, Bolder struckout for the centre of the thicket. Here it was impossible to ridewithout making considerable noise, and the major and Life dismounted andfastened the animals to a tree.

  "Is that you, Bolder?" came in the voice of Lieutenant Blackrook, as thescout came into a clearing near the centre of the woods and at a pointwhere there was a fair-sized inlet from the creek.

  "Yes."

  "All clear?"

  "Not a soul in sight, Leftenant. I guess our boys are further up thestream, and the Yankees are below."

  "I don't care where the Yanks are--so long as they don't come here,"muttered the Confederate officer. "Hurry up, or we'll be all night atthis job."

  "Is the raft here?"

  "Yes, under yonder bushes. Help Peters carry down the three boxes ofammunition, and then the three of us can see what we can do with thefield-piece. I'm afraid it is pretty well stuck in the mud, and we mayhave to use a log or two to budge her."

  "How about hosses on the other side?" asked Bolder. "We can't drag thegun by hand, even if she is light."

  "We'll find horses, never fear. Come, get to work, and I'll take a handmyself."

  Deck was in hopes that the Confederates would bring forth theirammunition and the field-piece without delay; but such was not the case.They first went to work on the raft, a clumsy affair built of two logsand a dozen rough two-inch hemlock planks. The raft had become wedgedin under the brush overgrowing the bank of the inlet, and the triotugged and strained at a rope to bring her away. Evidently, like manyother Southerners, they were not used to work, and the task proceededwith many growls from all hands.

  The raft brought over to the inner end of the inlet, the threeConfederates took a breathing spell and passed around a bottle which thelieutenant carried. A plug of tobacco also went the round, eachwhittling off a piece to suit himself, with his jack-knife. Then thethree started along a dry gully just above the inlet. A thrashing aroundin some brush followed.

  "Here we are!" cried the lieutenant. "What a pity we didn't have achance to use that gun and the canister against the Yanks!"

  "Never mind, we'll use 'em another time," answered Peters. "Catch hold,Bolder," and he began to handle one of the ammunition cases.

  Deck had seen enough, and now he touched Life on the arm, and the tworetreated to a distance where it would be safe to talk. "We've spottedthe things," he said. "What do you advise as the next move to make?"

  "That is for you to say, Major."

  "See here, Life, don't major me so much. You used to call me Deck.Perhaps I had better address you as captain in the future."

  "Don't you do it, Deck," pleaded the Kentuckian. "I won't say majoragain, excepting when we are in the ranks."

  "All right. Now, what do you think? I want your advice."

  "Well, I reckon we want to capture the gun and the ammunition."

  "That goes without saying."

  "And we likewise want to take the fellows prisoners."

  "Certainly, if it can be done--and I think it can."

  "Then what more is there to say, Majo--, I mean Deck?"

  "Something quite important. Shall we move against them at once, or waituntil the gun and the ammunition are loaded on the raft?"

  Life Knox stared at the speaker for a moment in perplexity. Then a grinoverspread his good-natured face. "Reckon we'll let them do the work,seeing that the stuff will be better on the raft than off it. We can'tdo anything in the woods with such heavy luggage; but we might pole thatraft to some safe place in the Union territory."

  "Now you've struck it, Life--just what was passing in my own mind. Come,we'll watch the work, and I'll give the signal to open the ball withthem."

  When they reached their first point of observation, they discovered thattwo cases of ammunition had already been transferred to the raft. Thethird followed, and then a rope was attached to the field-piece, a smallaffair, but one capable of doing good execution in the hands of askilful gunner.

  The men strained and swore at the hard work, and Deck and Life were gladthey had concluded to let the enemy undertake it instead of themselves.To the rope two logs were added as implements by which to start thepiece, and at last it rolled over a rock in front of it, and they hauledit to the water's edge. Here arose another difficulty, and the piece wasnot placed on board until it had run the risk of dropping to the bottomof the inlet. The weight of the gun sent the top of the raft underwater, and the lower box of ammunition received a wetting. The others,having been placed on top of the first, remained uninjured.

  "Take the lieutenant and cover him well, Life!" whispered Deck; and itmust be confessed that he was growing excited. "I will cover the man wefollowed around the woo
ds. All ready?"

  "Wait till I take to the other side of the inlet," answered the captainof the seventh company of the Riverlawns. He moved off immediately.

  A low whistle told Deck when he was ready, and the major aimed hispistol at the Confederate lieutenant, who was assisting in casting offthe rope which held the raft to the shore. The man Life was coveringstood on the raft, with his comrade, ready to pole the craft out intothe creek.

  "Surrender!" The word rang out loudly, and its force covered up anynervousness Deck may have felt.

  The command took the three Confederates completely by surprise. One ofthem dropped his pole, and the lieutenant let go the rope andstraightened up.

  "What's that?" he queried, as if he had not heard aright.

  "Surrender!" repeated Life Knox, from the opposite side of the inlet."If you don't, every one of you is a dead man!"

  "Throw down your pistols," went on Deck, and the men turned again towardthe spot from which the first voice had come. Of course the major andthe captain kept themselves well concealed from view, and theConfederates saw nothing in the gloom.

  "Who are you?" questioned Lieutenant Blackrook, grating his teeth inchagrin.

  "We're a detachment of Union troops--true blue Kentucky cavalry--andeach man a crack shot. Do you surrender, or do you prefer to be boredfull of holes?"

  "For Heaven's sake, don't shoot me down like a dog!" burst out Bolder,whose name belied his nature.

  "Shut up, Bolder!" yelled the lieutenant. "How many of you out there?"he went on, and at the same moment leaped on the raft with the evidentintention of hiding behind the boxes of ammunition.

  "Halt! I'll give you five seconds in which to throw down your arms,"went on Deck, and began to count off the seconds. More frightened thanever, Bolder flung his pistol in the brush at Deck's feet, and, seeingthis, Peters did the same, and followed the pistol up with a sword hecarried.

  The Confederate lieutenant, however, was game, and dodging behind theboxes of ammunition made a leap from the inlet into the creek proper.Deck immediately fired at him, but owing to the darkness, the major'saim was poor and the bullet passed harmlessly by. Life Knox also took ashot, with no better result. Listening, they heard the lieutenant comeup and strike out for the opposite shore. But he kept as far under thesurface as his necessary breathing allowed, and the darkness speedilyhid him entirely from view.

  Satisfied that Bolder and Peters had no other weapons than those throwndown, Deck and Life came out into the open. As they did this, however,Deck turned back, as if speaking to others in the brush. "You fellowskeep back until I tell you to come out," he said, and the twoConfederates immediately felt certain that a detachment of at leasteight or ten Yankees had surrounded them.

  "Are you willing to submit quietly?" demanded the major, approachingPeters, for he felt sure Bolder would do nothing of his own account.

  "Can't help myself, Cap'n," answered Peters, who had not yet discoveredthe young officer's rank.

  "Are there any more of your kind about here?"

  "I don't reckon there are, Cap'n."

  "Where have the others gone?"

  "Don't know as I kin answer that question, Major. Say, this is a righthandsome bit of work for an officer as young as you, Major."

  "I want to know how close your nearest troops are to us?"

  Before Peters could answer, a pistol cracked out from the opposite shoreof the creek. The ball whistled through the trees over Deck's head.

  Crack! It was Life Knox's weapon in reply, but whether or not any damagewas done could not be determined.

  "We must leave this spot, Deck!" cried the tall Kentuckian. "Whoeverfired that shot has our range here."

  "It must be that lieutenant," answered Deck, and he was right.Lieutenant Blackrook had swum directly across the creek and was nowfiring as rapidly as possible.

  "Tell the rascal to stop, or he may hit you," said Life to the twoConfederates.

  "Stop that firing!" roared Bolder. "Don't hit your friends!"

  "Take to the water, you cowards!" came in the lieutenant's voice, and hefired again, a shot that both Deck and Life returned.

  Nobody was touched, and now Deck ordered the Confederates to pole theraft into the creek and down that watercourse, as he remembered what hadbeen said about the Southern forces being further up. All he desired atpresent was to get out of reach of the enemy, and remain so until hecould get reenforcements.

  Inside of two minutes the raft was out of the inlet, and the trip downthe stream began. The flow of the current was in their favor, and soonthe woods was left behind, and they came out between meadow banks onboth sides. The Confederates remained passive enough, and Deck gave hiswhole attention to discovering a suitable landing place--one which mightput him within easy call of assistance.

  As has been said, it had grown dark, and now a fog began to creep overthe meadows and the creek, gradually shutting every object but thoseclose at hand, from view. The fog was very penetrating, and all on boardbegan to shiver with the cold.

  "Where are you goin' to take us?" asked Bolder, presently.

  "To a safe place, my man," answered Life. "Better not ask any morequestions."

  "We are booked for a Northern prison, I reckon," said Peters, gloomily."If those prisons are as bad as I've been told they are, I'd rather beshot than taken to one."

  "All right; we'll shoot you if you say so," rejoined the Kentuckian; andthen the Confederates relapsed once more into silence.

  "There seems to be a bend here--" began Deck, a moment later. "The fogis so thick I can't see if we are turning to the left or the right. Ifwe--"

  He got no further, for a shock told him that the raft had grounded. Acry of consternation escaped his lips. They were on the Confederate sideof the swollen stream.

 

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