I will never give my consent,
NEVER!"
They looked at each other perplexedly and inquiringly, as if to ask
what should be done, when Perkins burst in at the back door of the
hallway shouting, "The Yanks!"
The girl sank into a chair and covered her burning face for an
instant. Deep in her soul she divined who her rescuer was, yet in
the midst of her hope she felt a certain consciousness of guilt and
fear. Mr. Baron, Dr. Williams, and the ladies, half-paralyzed, yet
drawn by a dreadful fascination, approached the open windows. Mad
Whately now played a better part. He was in full uniform and his
horse stood saddled without. He went to it, mounted with almost the
swiftness of light, and was just in time to see the Federals sweep
around the drive which led to the stables. Scoville had brought his
little force by the familiar way of Aun' Jinkey's cabin. Furious at
being forestalled, and in obedience to a headlong courage which none
disputed, Whately's sabre flashed instantly in the rays of the
sinking sun, and his command, "Charge!" rang clear, without a
second's hesitancy.
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