"I don't suppose we truly
realize yet, as Madison does, what war means," she concluded.
Mr. Baron soon sent up word that there was no special occasion for
further fears, and that the ladies might sleep, if they could, until
morning.
But there was no more sleep for Mad Whately. As soon as he reached
the spot where the prisoners had been kept he asked sharply, "Where
is that Yankee officer and Perkins?"
The man then on duty answered, "The sergeant I relieved said that
you took 'im away, sir, and that the man named Perkins followed
you."
"There's been treachery here," cried Whately in a rage. "Bring that
sergeant here."
The weary man was half dragged in his sleep to the officer and there
thoroughly awakened by a volley of oaths. He stolidly told his
story, concluding, "I cud a sworn it was you, and the overseer
followed less'n three minutes after you left."
"'I left'--curse you--don't say that again. You've been fooled or
was asleep and neglected your duty."
"Well, then, sir," was the dogged reply, "find that overseer who was
a watchin' the Yank like a cat.
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