Under the cover of darkness he
returned, and experienced grim satisfaction when he discovered the
hated Union officer among the prisoners.
As Whately was making his final arrangements for the night, Perkins
touched his arm saying, "Leftenant, I'll help watch that Yank thar"
(pointing to Scoville). "They say he's ez slip'ry ez a eel."
"Do so, Perkins. We both have a heavy score to settle with him. At
daylight I'll send him where he won't fare as well as he did on this
plantation."
"Is your arm woun'ed?"
"No, only sprained, but it pains like the devil. Watch that Yank
well. I'd rather they all got away than he."
"He'll never get away alive," was the ominous reply.
As was true after the first skirmish recorded in this history, Mrs.
Whately now again appeared to the best advantage. Relieved from
overwhelming anxiety in regard to her son, her heart overflowed with
pity for the injured. From the outer darkness, limp, helpless forms,
in bloodstained garments, were borne in. Groans and half-stifled
cries began to resound through the house.
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