During
the last shower a reconnoitring party was sent out stealthily, a few
of the rear-guard captured, from whom it was learned that the Union
column had been on the march for hours.
Mrs. Whately was wakened and helped her disabled son to dress in
haste. Little did Miss Lou know about the term ALIBI, but she had
the shrewdness to show herself and to appear much alarmed. Opening
her door, she gave a glimpse of herself in night attire with her
long hair hanging over her shoulders, and cried, "Oh, oh, are we
attacked?"
"If we are you may have sad reason to wish that you had obeyed me
this morning," replied her cousin sternly. "You no more understand
your folly and danger than a child. Now I'm compelled to look after
my prisoners first," and he rushed away.
"Come in my room, Louise," said her aunt. "Whatever happens, it is
best that we should be together." The girl was so agitated, fearing
that in some way her adventures might be discovered, that she had no
occasion to feign alarm. Mrs. Whately sought only to soothe and
quiet, also to extenuate her son's words.
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