Lacy tore off his coat and vest, and threw them on the wharf1, saluted2 the general and stepped into the boat. Some one in the group lifted a lantern. The flickering3 light fell on the pale faces of the determined4 men.
"Good-by, sir," said Beauregard. "You, at least, are an officer, a soldier of whom the South is proud. Remember the flagship is your game. She lies at anchor right off the Main Ship Channel. Good luck to you. A colonel's shoulder straps5 await you here if you come back. God bless you all!"
He wrung6 the major's hand, watched him step into the David and whisper an order to his men, heard him call out "Good-by, sir. If we don't come back, don't forget us," and that was all.
The little boat was shoved away from the wharf by willing hands and in a moment was lost in the darkness of the bay. There was no moon, and the night was dark. There was no light save from the stars. The torpedo7 boat slipped through the water without making a sound. She became entirely8 invisible a hundred feet away. The officers rubbed their eyes as they stared in the direction where they had last seen her, almost fearing that she had again sunk beneath the sea. They stayed there perhaps five minutes, at least until the blockade-runners, none of them showing a light of any description, could get under way in obedience9 to a lantern signal from the general and noiselessly slip down the bay in the wake of the frail10 little craft which it was hoped would be able to clear the path for them.
"Now," said Beauregard, turning away at last, "for Mr. Sempland. I do not understand it. I never thought him a coward."
"Nor am I, sir!" panted a voice out of the darkness, as a pale and breathless man burst through the group surrounding the general.
"Mr. Sempland!"
"For God's sake, sir, am I in time? The boat?"
"Gone."
"How long? Call her back!"
"It is too late. She has been gone ten minutes. Where were you, sir?"
"Who took her out?"
"Major Lacy. Answer my question, sir!"
"He! My God! I am disgraced! Dishonored! And she—"
"Where were you, sir?"
"I—I—"
The young man hesitated.
"Why don't you answer? Do you realize your position? You begged this detail. Why were you not here?"
"Oh, General Beauregard—"
"How could you forget your honor, the South? Where were you, I say? Answer, or I will have you shot in the morning!"
"I—I—was detained, sir. I—"
"Is that your only excuse, sir?" sternly.
Sempland was in a fearful predicament. To have restrained him by force was an act of high treason. He could only explain himself by implicating11 the woman he loved. The consequences in either case were dreadful. Fanny Glen a traitor12 to the South? Beauregard was a stern, inexorable soldier. He would not condone13 such an offence as hers. That she had failed in her effort to prevent the expedition would mean nothing to the general. Fanny Glen, the pride of Charleston, the woman who had done more for the South than any other woman in the Carolinas, perhaps, to be disgraced, certainly to be punished, it might be—shot!
She had ruined him, but he had kissed her. He could not say the word which would incriminate her and leave him free. He was disgraced already, he would be cashiered. Well, what mattered it? His chance was gone, the woman did not love him. His heart was hot against her. Yet he remembered the scene in the strong room—had she indeed returned his kiss? He closed his lips firmly and said nothing. He would not, he could not betray her, even to himself.
"You do not answer, sir! What excuse have you to offer?"
"None."
"You sought this detail. You forced yourself into the expedition. Have you nothing to say for yourself?"
"Nothing."
"You are under arrest, sir, for disobedience of orders, for dereliction of duty! By heavens!" said the general, striking his left hand with his right, "for cowardice14!"
"For God's sake, not that, sir!"
"For cowardice, sir! You knew the expedition was one of extreme hazard. You have no excuse to offer for not having been here. What else is it?"
"Not that, sir! Not that!" pleaded the lieutenant15. "Anything but that!"
"A traitor, a coward, I say!"
"General Beauregard!" cried a high-pitched voice out of the darkness, shrill16 and unnatural17 with terror and fatigue18. The next moment Fanny Glen herself, bareheaded, panting from her rapid run, white-faced in the light cast by the lantern held by the staff officer, pushed through the group surrounding the general.
"Where is Mr. Sempland, sir?" she asked.
"Here, under arrest. He failed to arrive in time. Can you explain it?"
"The boat?"
"Gone."
"Gone? Then who—"
"Major Lacy took it out."
"And the Wabash?"
"Will be blown up, please God, if all goes well."
The girl put her face in her hands as if to shut out some dreadful picture. She kept them there for a few seconds, then she lifted her head and looked unsteadily from the severe face of the general to the cold, disdainful countenance19 of Sempland. The man she loved shrank away from her.
"Useless! Too late!" she murmured, then fell fainting at their feet.
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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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绞( wring的过去式和过去分词 ); 握紧(尤指别人的手); 把(湿衣服)拧干; 绞掉(水) | |
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