Afterward6 it never seemed to the boy that he entirely7 lost consciousness. He could remember that there was a violent sidewise jerk at his neck, and then the sense of intolerable squeezing there ceased. But there was still an awful buzzing inside his head, and midnight blackness, shot with interlacing lines of crazy light, spread itself indefinitely about him.
Gradually he perceived that he was breathing again, and that he could feel his arms and legs once more to be parts of him. He knew that he was exceedingly tired and sleepy, and felt only that the one desirable thing was to lie still, just as he was. He mentally resolved that he would not stir nor open his eyes for anybody.
"How vas it mit you, Lafe?"
The words were undoubtedly8 in the air. He realized that, and lay very still, lazily confident that he would hear them again.
Things began to assort themselves in his brain. Foldeen and he had been on a big, overhanging rock, which had tumbled with them, and by some chance they hadn't both been killed, and now Foldeen was looking for him. But he would lie still and rest.
"Vake up! Lafe! Vake up!"
The boy heard these words, too. The heavy drowsiness10 upon him seemed to be lifting, and he felt some one fumbling11 at his breast, inside his shirt. On the instant he was awake and sitting up, wonderingly staring.
A tall figure had risen away from him as he opened his eyes. The sun had come out, and was falling warm and full upon the mass of young green which covered the hillside. This erect12 standing13 figure was for a moment or two very indistinct against the dazzling light. Then Lafe made out that this was Foldeen.
Almost in the same glance he saw that he was sitting among the heap of knapsacks and battle-field débris in the corner of the breastwork. Close beside him—so near that he felt he must have been lying upon him when he recovered consciousness—sprawled the burly figure of the bounty-jumper, face downward, and quite still.
Lafe was so contented14 with the spectacle on which his eyes rested that it did not occur to him to ask what had happened.
It was pleasanter to look at Foldeen's honest face, beaming satisfaction back into the boy's slow and inquiring regard. The German said nothing, but just smiled at Lafe.
As the boy's memory cleared itself, the fact that Foldeen had had no breakfast, and that he had left him in his covert15 on the hillside with very little compunction, rose above everything else.
Lafe pointed16 to the knapsacks, and attempted to speak. His throat and windpipe, the roots of his tongue and everything else involved in vocal17 sounds, seemed at the effort to shrivel up in pain. At first he thought he could not manage to utter a syllable18. Then, at the cost of some suffering, he forced out the words, "Bread—there." They sounded quite strange in his ears.
Foldeen nodded his head, still with the jubilant grin on his round, kindly19 face. "Ya vole," he said, in a matter-of-fact way. "But first I fix me up dis fellow dight."
He sorted out of the pile of stolen property two officers' sashes of knitted crimson20 silk, and kneeling down beside the outstretched form of the bounty-jumper, proceeded calmly to bind21 his legs together at the ankles with one of them.
Then, with some roughness, he dragged the prostrate22 man's arms together till their wrists met on the small of his back, and there tied them securely.
"He ain't dead, then?" commented Lafe, his throat feeling easier.
"Vell, maybe he is," said Foldeen. "I hit him shtraight by the top of his head mit dot gun-barrel, und he vent23 down like if he vas a tousand bricks. But it makes nodding. Ven he is dead, den9 he is good tied up. Ven he is alife, den he is much better tied up. Now ve eat us our breakfast in kviet. Bread, you say? Show me dot bread."
Foldeen needed no showing, but was on the instant wolfing huge mouthfuls from the half-loaf which the nearest haversack furnished. Lafe leaned back and watched him, his mind filled with formless emotions of thanksgiving.
In such intervals24 as he could spare from the bread, Foldeen lightly told what had happened. From his perch25 up on the hillside he had seen everything, and though beyond earshot, had been able to follow pretty well what was going on.
When the rascal26 drew the pistol, Foldeen slipped out from his hiding-place, and began letting himself noiselessly down the hill. He had entered the breastwork just at the critical moment, and had dealt Lafe's assailant a crushing blow on the skull27 with a gun he picked up. That was all. It was very simple.
"And mighty28 lucky for me, too!" was the boy's heartfelt comment. "Foldeen, do you know what this fellow here's been doing?"
"I haf some brains on my head. I haf seen his business. He is a dief."
"He got these things together here," said Lafe, "and he told me there was a lot more over on the other side of the creek29. He was going to make me help him bring them here. That was what he had the pistol out for. But what beats me is, what did he expect to do with them? A man can't get out of the lines with a load of traps like this, even if he could carry 'em."
For answer Foldeen rose, and turned the sprawling30, inert31 form of his captive over on its back. The pallor of the thief's face, contrasted with the coarse, sandy hair and stubble of beard, made it seem more repellent than ever.
The German bent32 over to examine this countenance33 more carefully.
"By jiminy priest! I bet me anydings I know dot man!" he exclaimed, staring downward intently. "Vake up dere, you!" he called out, pushing the recumbent figure with his foot. "I know you, Red Pete! Dot's no use, your making out you vas asleep! Vake up, kvick now!" and he stirred him with his boot again.
"I bet he's dead," said Lafe.
No! The man half opened his eyes and moved his head restlessly. The color came back into his face, the muscles of which were drawn34 now into an angry scowl35 by pain. He fell back helpless after an instinctive36 effort to lift himself to a sitting posture37. Then, shifting his head, he discovered the two friends, and fixed38 upon them a stolid39, half-stupefied stare.
"How you like him, dot Red Pete, eh?" Foldeen burst forth40, with exultation41, never taking his jubilant glance from the face of the wretch42 on the ground. "Dots a beauty, ain'd it? Dot's a first-glass Ghristmas bresent, eh, to find in your shtocking! Or no, he is too big. Ve hang him on a dree, eh? A nize Ghristmas-dree, all by ourselves, eh? O Red Pete, you vas git the best place by dot dree, right in front, on the biggest branch!"
The man on the ground had been staring upward at the speaker in a puzzled fashion. He had slowly taken in the situation that he was disabled, bound hand and foot, and at the German's mercy. At last he seemed to recall who it was who was talking to him.
"I never done you no harm!" he growled43.
"So-o!" ejaculated Foldeen, with loud sarcasm44. "Dot vas no harm, eh, dot vas only some little fun, eh, to make me on fire und burn me up mit the rest in dot shteam-boat? Just some funny joke, eh? Veil, den, now I will haf me my funny liddle jokes mit you."
Speaking with such swift volubility that Lafe followed with difficulty the thread of his narrative45, Foldeen unfolded a curious tale. Before the war he had drifted about in the South a good deal, playing in orchestras in New Orleans some of the time, and then for whole seasons travelling up and down the Mississippi in the bands of the old passenger steamers.
This man, Red Pete, was a well-known character on the river, too well known all the way from Cairo to the last levee. Sometimes he was in charge of a squad46 of slaves, sometimes travelling on his own account as a gambler, slave-buyer, or even for a trip as minor47 boat officer—but always an evil-minded scoundrel.
One night, when they were lying at the wharf48 under the bluff49 at Natchez, the cabins of the steamer had been robbed, and fire set to the boat in several places. Those on board barely escaped with their lives, and when they found that Red Pete was missing, every one knew well enough that he was the thief and would-be murderer.
Foldeen believed there had been some search for him, but those were rough times, and he was never tracked down. Then the war came, and Foldeen perforce went into the band of an Arkansas regiment—until the opportunity of making his escape to the union lines occurred.
During that period of reluctant service with the band which played "Dixie" and "The Bonnie Blue Flag," he had more than once heard of Red Pete as a sort of unattached guerrilla, who, like many other river ruffians, played for his own hand between the lines.
"Und now it looks like dot game of his vas pretty near blayed out, eh?" Foldeen concluded with a chuckle50.
Lafe gazed down with loathing51 upon this burly and powerful desperado, lying in such utter helplessness. He told Foldeen in turn how he had seen this very man in the Fifth Corps52 "quod" only last winter, condemned53 to death.
"So-o!" exclaimed the German. "I remember dot. All five deserters und bounty-chumpers dug deir vay out, und gilled a sentinel, und skipped in the night. So-o! Ve don't have us dot private Ghristmas-dree, after all. Ve make Red Pete a bresent to Cheneral Boyce, instead."
"Yes, but where shall we find General Boyce?" Lafe put in.
Moved by a common impulse, the two turned their backs on their prisoner, and went outside the earthwork.
The sky was overcast54 with shifting clouds again, and gave no hint as to the points of compass. The little valley, strewn with motionless, blue-clad figures, lay wrapped in such silence that they could hear the murmur55 of the rivulet56 beyond. On both sides the hills rose steeply, covered with thick, tangled58 verdure.
Behind and before them the valley lost itself a hundred yards away in dense59 thickets61. A sharp wind had risen, under which the tree-tops moaned. Above the noises of the gathering62 gale63, faint sounds of distant firing could be heard.
"We'd better stay where we are," the boy suggested. "There's been rough-and-tumble fighting all around here, and there's no way of figuring out where our people are. I guess they don't know themselves. If we go hunting round, we're as likely as not to walk into a hornets' nest. I tell you what we'll do. If we can find a piece of white cloth, we'll put it up on a pole out here, and we'll bury these men of ours. Nobody'll touch us, if they come along and find us doing that. Besides, it's the right thing to do."
They turned back into the breastwork, and Lafe, rummaging64 among the knapsacks, speedily found a roll of bandage-linen which would serve his purpose. He got out more bread as well, and found a scrap65 of fried bacon. The two ate standing; now that they had a plan, they were all eagerness to put it into operation.
Red Pete had closed his eyes again, and was lying perfectly66 still. The excitement of his capture having died away, they now scarcely gave him a glance.
"I wonder what time it's got to be," Lafe remarked, as they were finishing the last mouthful. "Oh, I forgot—he's got a gold watch in his pocket, and I think it's going."
Foldeen knelt, and feeling about for it, drew the watch from Red Pete's trousers pocket. "By jiminy priest! it's near four o'clock!" he exclaimed. Then rising, he looked more attentively67 at the watch, turning it over in his hand admiringly, and prying68 open the back of the case with his nail.
There seemed to be an inscription69 on the inside of the cover, and Foldeen held the watch sidewise to decipher this more readily, while Lafe peered over his shoulder to look.
"It's in writing," he said; "let me take it. I can make it out easier, perhaps."
The legend inside the gold case was delicately engraved70 in small running script. Lafe, reading with increasing surprise, discovered it to be this:—
Presented to
Lieut. Lyman Hornbeck,
January 22, 1864,
by his friends and admirers
Of St. Mark's Church,
Cleveland.
"Say, Foldeen," Lafe burst forth, "I bet that's a relation of mine. I've got an uncle——"
"So everybody has got some ungles," put in the musician.
"No, but look here," the boy insisted. "That says 'Lyman Hornbeck.' Well, my father's brother was Lyman Hornbeck. I've heard talk about my Uncle Lyme ever since I could remember. He left home years ago, before I was born. They always said he was out West, somewhere. I bet it's the same man. At any rate, I'm going to take a look around. You fix up the pole and the white flag outside here, and bring out the shovels71. I'll be back again and help."
Lafe's eyes sparkled with a new excitement as he made his way across the pasture to the bank of the creek, noting as he strode along that all the lifeless forms on the grass wore the uniforms of privates.
He walked along the shelving edge of this bank from one end of the clearing to the other, to make sure that the winding72 bed of the stream below did not hold what he sought for. There was no sign, anywhere in the open, of an officer.
He remembered now that Red Pete had spoken of the other side of the creek, which lay so much lower than the bank on which he stood that it could not have been raked by the fire from the breastwork. It was swampy73 ground, covered heavily with high, bushing willows74 and rank growths of tall marsh75 grass. No path leading into it was discernible, perhaps because the wind blew the reeds and flags so stiffly sidewise.
With a running jump Lafe cleared the bed of the stream, and pushed his way into the morass76. It was not so wet underfoot as he had expected, but the tangle57 of vines and undergrowth made his progress slow and troublesome. It was easy enough to see that no portion of the brigade had passed this way; there were no indications that wild nature here had ever been disturbed. The boy pressed on until, finding the swamp-jungle getting worse with every yard, and the shadows deepening about him, it was clearly useless to go farther.
Turning, he fancied he knew from which direction he had advanced into this maze77. There was no use in merely retracing78 his steps. He settled his bearings as well as might be, and struck off to the left, to work his way diagonally out to the clearing.
When he had floundered on over what seemed twice the distance of his first direct line, and halted, hot, tired, and out of breath, he could detect no open space ahead. The wind was blowing hard from up above, and the noise of its impact upon the wilderness79 was in itself enough to confuse the senses. It was undoubtedly growing dark.
"Hello—Hornbeck!" Lafe shouted.
The wind seized the shrill80 cry and scattered81 it into fragmentary echoes. It was worse than useless to call out. He must push doggedly82 on. Lafe turned a little to the right, and crushed his way forward through the brush and bracken, with a step to which dawning fears of being lost lent added vigor83.
He was traversing slightly higher ground now. The willows and marsh grass had given place to a more orderly second growth of firs, with dry moss84 underfoot, and open spaces overhead. In one of these breathing-places of the thicket60, he came suddenly upon the blue-clad figure of a man sitting propped85 up against a stump86, his head hanging on his breast.
He was young and fair-haired, and Lafe's glance took in the glint of gilt87 straps88 on his shoulders as he hurried toward him. Almost in the same instant the boy, kneeling at his side, saw that this was the young Ohio officer he had spoken with at sunrise, and that he was alive.
As he sought to waken the wounded man, and make out how badly he had been hurt, it grew suddenly, strangely dark. Looking upward, Lafe saw above the treetops nearest him, piling skyward on the wind, a great writhing89 wall of black smoke.
It mounted in huge, waving coils as he looked, and came nearer, bending forward in a sinister90 arch across the heavens. His startled ears dimly heard a sullen91, roaring sound, newly engrafted upon the whistling of the wind.
The woods were on fire!
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fumbling
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scrap
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perfectly
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| adv.完美地，无可非议地，彻底地 | |
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| adj.爱打听的v.打听，刺探（他人的私事）( pry的现在分词 )；撬开 | |
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inscription
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| n.（尤指石块上的）刻印文字，铭文，碑文 | |
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shovels
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winding
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swampy
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| adj.沼泽的，湿地的 | |
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willows
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| n.柳树( willow的名词复数 )；柳木 | |
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marsh
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morass
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maze
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| n.迷宫，八阵图，混乱，迷惑 | |
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retracing
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| v.折回( retrace的现在分词 )；回忆；回顾；追溯 | |
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wilderness
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shrill
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| adj.尖声的；刺耳的；v尖叫 | |
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scattered
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| adj.分散的，稀疏的；散步的；疏疏落落的 | |
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doggedly
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| adv.顽强地，固执地 | |
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vigor
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| n.活力，精力，元气 | |
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moss
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propped
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| 支撑，支持，维持( prop的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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stump
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| n.残株，烟蒂，讲演台；v.砍断，蹒跚而走 | |
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gilt
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| adj.镀金的；n.金边证券 | |
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straps
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| n.带子( strap的名词复数 )；挎带；肩带；背带v.用皮带捆扎( strap的第三人称单数 )；用皮带抽打；包扎；给…打绷带 | |
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writhing
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| （因极度痛苦而）扭动或翻滚( writhe的现在分词 ) | |
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sinister
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sullen
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| adj.愠怒的，闷闷不乐的，(天气等)阴沉的 | |
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