CHAPTER X.

'Tis sweet to die for one's country!—Old Maxim.

The alarm caused by the firing of the gun had entirely subsided, as nothing was discovered. Upon questioning the guard, he stated that he was suddenly seized, and thrown violently to the ground. But, before he could recover his surprise and fire, the form had disappeared among the trees. Some believed that spies were lurking about camp, while others attributed the alarm entirely to the imagination or fear of the guard.

The morning dawned, bright and beautiful. Hayward had entirely returned to consciousness; but was unable to converse, and appeared to notice nothing which transpired around him. He did not even speak to, or recognize, his fair attendant, Alibamo. At times his words were of home—his friends were called upon—and then he would remain silent.

The army took up its line of march. Hayward was transported as before, and at each night was kindly cared for by Alibamo and the other attendant, who still were permitted to remain with him. At last they reached the grand prairie, west of Springfield, and encamped for the night.

"Is Captain Hayward sufficiently recovered to converse?" asked Price of Branch.

"Oh! yes; he is rapidly recovering. His wound is not so serious as at first supposed. It is true he is quite weak from loss of blood, but still strong enough to be dangerous. It is my advice that he be removed from the main army, as his friends will spare no trouble to rescue him. We are to have a battle very soon, I suppose, and we may lose him, even if not defeated, as the body-guard will dash to the point where he is held, and attempt his rescue; and you know, general, we might almost as well attempt to meet lightning as that fanatical set of cut-throats. They are, I am told, the choicest men out of a hundred thousand, and fight for the mere love of the fun."

"Where can we remove Hayward, that he will be secure until he entirely recovers?"

"From this point to Springfield, and thence through Arkansas to Memphis."

"But he is a spy, and must hang!" replied Price.

"Such ought to be his fate, I confess. But policy dictates otherwise. He is much beloved by the army, and their revenge would be terrible."

"Do youfeartheir revenge, Captain Branch?"

"Not for myself, general, but for those of our army who might be taken prisoners. The federals would hang a thousand of our friends in retaliation. Besides, he is worth much more as an exchange than as a corpse."

"Your argument is logical, Captain Branch; but Hayward insulted me grossly, at one time, and my heart burns for revenge."

"True, but you can scarcely revenge yourself on such a man. Torture him, and his lip curls as if in very scorn of pain. Threaten him with death, and his proud eye flashes as he replies, 'My country will remember me!' Taunt him—spit upon him—and he does not notice it, except by a haughty air which seems to say, 'I despise you, and take nothing as an insult from those I loathe!'"

"Is there no way to humble him?" asked Price.

"No way! His proud spirit cannot be broken!"

"I will see! I shall visit him in a few moments, and if he accedes to my wishes, very well; if not, he shall be thrown into the dungeon, and there left to rot and die. As you say, sudden death would have no terrors to such a soul, but the damp and darkness of a prison cell will curb that proud spirit. Let me finish this dispatch, and then we will visit him."

Captain Hayward was sitting in his tent, his head bowed upon his hands, apparently buried in deep thought.

"Alibamo," said Hayward, raising his head, "what think you will be my fate?"

"I hope for a rescue!" replied the maiden.

"You are of a hopeful nature, my sweet girl, and I thank you for your words of encouragement. Thank! That is a poor word, Alibamo, for kindness such as yours. You have watched with me constantly, and, like a bright angel, have ministered to my wants. Your presence has cheered me in my sad hours, when pain and suffering had unmanned me. And I love you, Alibamo, almost as much as I love my own darling sister."

"Your sister!" repeated Alibamo, with evident pain. "Yes—I know you love her, for you have often spoken of her in your delirium."

"Have you received any word from our friends?"

"Not one word since that mysterious hand extended to me those words of hope the first night after your capture."

"Nettleton," said Hayward, addressing his attendant, "have you heard me spoken of among the soldiers?"

"Yes, captain, the darn skunks talk about you considerable."

"'What do they say?"

"Why, I heerd some on em say it was a darn shame that a bold feller like you should be——"

"Hung up like a dog! Why don't you finish the sentence?"

"Well, that's just what they did say. But I heerd one what ain't very far from you now, say, he'd be d——d if Captain Hayward should die any such way, and when he had waited till the last minute, if no help came, he would put a bullet right through your heart, and save you from the darn rope, anyway!"

"Brave boy! You have a noble heart," said Hayward, grasping his hand.

"No I hain't. Don't say so, captain, cos when you do, I can't keep these dam water-drops out of my eyes, cos I'm a darn skunk anyway, and ain't worth any such words from you."

"Nettleton, how have you managed to remain with me so long without being suspected?"

"O Lord! I'm such a darn skunk nobody would ever think of suspecting me! They think I don't know any more than a half-grown calf. And I spose I don't!"

"How did you get with me at all?"

"Why, after the fight was over I stood right still, and nobody noticed me, except one feller who said, 'Git out of my way, greeney.' And so I followed on after the rest of 'em, and managed to keep with you ever since. And if I can only do you some good, I shall think I ain't quite such a darn skunk after all."

"Nettleton, I wish you would not use that expression quite so often."

"What expression, captain?"

"Why, darn skunk!"

"Well I won't, captain, only I know that I am a darn skunk, any way."

"Captain," said Alibamo, "you spoke of your sister. Is she far from here?"

"Not far—merely in Ohio."

"If by chance you are rescued and removed to the Union camp, do you not wish her sent for?"

"No—not for the world!"

"Shewouldcome if sent for, would she not?"

"Yes, if shelivedto get here. But, do not think of such a thing. I shall never see her. But when I am dead, let her know it, but nothowI died. To know that Iamdead will break her heart."

Alibamo sobbed audibly.

"Why are you weeping, Alibamo."

"I was thinking of your sister?"

"I wish I could cease thinking of her, now that death is staring me in the face. I do not fear to die, but I do fear to let her know that she no longer has a brother. O Alibamo! if you could see her once, you would not wonder that I love her! Why, she would hang upon my neck, and listen to each word, as if her life depended on her hearing every sound. And when I parted with her for the wars, it seemed as if her soul left with me. She did not weep, but clung to me, while her little form trembled like the lily torn by the tempest's blast. And her last words were, 'Heavenmustreturn to me my brother!'"

"And if earth should not, heavenwill!" sobbed Alibamo.

"Well, I will talk no more of death. The grave looks cold and cheerless, and I shudder as I approach it in this manner. Nettleton, I shall give you some instructions which I know you will see faithfully carried out!"

"You may depend upon it, captain. But you ain't dead yet, and—"

"Major-General Sterling Price," was announced by an orderly.

Price entered the tent.

"Good evening, Captain Hayward. I am glad to see you so far recovered. I trust you will soon be able to receive and wear your sword again!" These words were spoken by Price in a tone of extreme kindness. Hayward looked up surprised, and replied:

"I do not comprehend you, general!"

"That is because you deem me your enemy!"

"And are you not so? If I remember rightly, when we met at your camp on the Osage, you expressed a desire to get Captain Hayward in your power. You have him, now."

"I did not know the man then. He was my enemy, but I can scarcely be an enemy to so brave a man. It is true I have much cause. You came to my camp in disguise, you deceived my orderly and obtained possession of important papers, you placed my scouts in the guard-house for your own safety; you visited and conversed with my officers, gaining all the intelligence you desired; you assisted a prisoner to escape, and meeting a party of my scouts you killed six with your own hand before you were shot down yourself. The papers which were on your person could not be found, and therefore they must have been sent by you to your general. All this was done with a boldness that wins my admiration, but still its punishment is death."

"Which I expect to receive at your hands," replied Hayward, coldly.

"Your lifemaybe spared!" said Price.

"Not a great boon," replied Hayward.

"Do you not wish to live for your sister's sake?" asked Branch.

Hayward started, and a tremor ran through his frame. But in an instant he recovered his self-possession, and said:

"I was conversing with General Price—not you, sir."

Branch bit his lips, but did not speak.

"Well, Captain Hayward, I must speak plainly, and I know you prefer I should do so. It is a pity such a man as you should die, and by the rope. I would much prefer to have met you on the battle-field, but it is too late now. The sentence of your crime is death, and but one thing can save you."

"You need not trouble yourself to name that one thing," said Hayward.

"I see, you understand me. But, the proposition I was about to make was not intended to insult you.Ihonestly believe that I am right, whileyoubelieve thatyouare. Both of us have sense and judgment. One of usmustbewrong. I believe I have thoroughly examined this matter, and I can but feel that if you would do the same, impartially and without prejudice, you would feel as I do. Understand, our interests at the South are different from yours at the North. We donotwish to interfere withyourgovernment or yourinterests. We only ask a government of our own, and that you should not interfere withourinterests. We do not march our armies intoyourterritories, and we feel that you have no right to march intoours. It will not damage the great North to permit the Southern States to form a government of their own, one that will correspond with their interests; and, so long as we could derive great benefit from it, why should you object? The North is prosperous, because its government is in accordance with its interests and institutions. The South isnotprosperous, because the North, governing the whole, has forced upon us a government antagonistic to our interests and institutions. Why not give us a chance for ourselves? But you will not; and so we are compelled to strike for our rights."

"If you truly feel as you speak, you are an honest enemy, at least. You may tell me what the proposition is which you wish to make."

"You are a brave man, and I would like your services and influence in our army and cause. I do not wish you to act against your feelings or principles; but, I heartily wish you could view our cause as I view it, and come with us. You shall have command of a regiment—perhaps of a brigade!"

"General Price," replied Hayward in a mild tone, "I thank you for the delicate manner in which you have made this proposition. I cannot deem it an insult, as your manner is that of a man who makes an offer, sincerely and in good faith, not as a bribe. But I cannot view this matter as you do, and consequently cannot accept your offer or entertain it for a moment. My country, my whole country, right or wrong, is my motto. There is but one flag, and that is the Stars and Stripes, for me."

"I regret it, as I reallydo notwish to see so brave a man die so young!"

"A truce to compliments, General Price. I have done that which I deemed my duty. If you have a duty to perform, and the performance of it calls for my blood, don't let 'my bravery' influence you!"

"Will you give your parole of honor never to take up arms against us again, if I release you?" asked Price.

"No, sir!" was the firm but mild reply.

"You are proud, Captain Hayward!"

"That is not to the purpose, General Price. I shall do nothing, excepting to escape if I can. I ask but one favor of you."

"What is that favor?"

"That you will tell me what is to be my fate!"

"I will do so. To-morrow you start for Springfield under a strong guard. The next day you will be sent forward on your way to Memphis, through Arkansas. At Memphis you will be imprisoned, and detained for the present. There will be little hope of exchange, however, as you are a spy, and must eventually suffer death."

"Why am I not at once executed?"

"Because the federal forces hold some of our prisoners, on whom they would retaliate."

"Will I be permitted to communicate with my friends or send them word where I have been taken?"

"That cannot be permitted," answered Price.

"Under whose charge am I to be sent?" asked Hayward.

"Under that of Captain Branch as far as Springfield. From there it is left to the captain to make further arrangements."

Hayward had started to his feet, and his eyes met those of Branch. There was lightning in that gaze, but it was met with equal sternness.

"Do you object to Captain Branch?" asked Price.

"Yes. I object to anyone who is so great a coward as to strike a wounded, senseless man, merely to revenge himself upon a woman!"

"What do you mean?" asked Price.

"I will tell you. This woman prisoner hates Branch, and I do not wonder. She taunts him, and what woman of spirit would not? He would strike her, if he dare, and because he dare not, he took the noble method of revenge, by striking me in the face with his sword-scabbard, when I was senseless and tied on my horse. He thoughtshewould suffer, because I did—the base, cowardly cur."

"Of this I knew nothing. Is it true, Captain Branch?" asked Price.

"It isnottrue, but false as hell, and Hayward knows it is false?" replied Branch, in a rage.

"Well, with this I have nothing to do. Good night, Captain Hayward. If you should make up your mind to accept my terms, let me hear from you."

Price left the tent with Branch.

"Let us sleep, friends, and prepare for to-morrow. God knows what it will bring for us. But still, let us hope. I am glad we go to Springfield."

The Departure—The Meeting—The Sister—The Breaking Hearts.

This is the heaviest blow of all.—Bulwer.

The morning dawned, and still Captain Hayward slept. Alibamo was seated by his side, gazing intently upon him. Nettleton was standing in the entrance of the tent. The reveille was beating, and all without gave evidence of preparation to continue the march. As the maiden gazed upon Hayward, she said in saddened tones:

"Would to God I knew the fate hanging over this poor man, or that, whatever it is, I might be permitted to share it with him. But, I fear we shall be separated to-day. That villain Branch will show no mercy when he is under no restraint. Nettleton!"

"Here, Miss Alibamo."

"Have you discovered nothing—no signs of friends?"

"Nothing, but I will not give up yet. We may expect aid at Springfield."

"I fear all is lost. Branch will not permit the captain to remain long in Springfield, as I am told the Union army is advancing. He will be hurried off South, and I suppose weshall be separated to-day. Very likely neither of us will be permitted to go with him."

"You will, miss."

"How do you know this?"

"I'll tell you. Last night I crept close to the tent of Branch and listened. I heard him giving directions to some one he was about to send forward. I heard him say you were to go with him, and that your room would be in the hotel at Springfield which is now used as the rebel hospital. And the captain is to be imprisoned in the cellar of the same building."

"Are you to go with us?"

"I shall go, but as soon as I find out what is to be done, I shall go somewhere else."

"You don't intend to leave the captain?"

"Yes, I do!"

"What! Forsake him now!"

"Who the devil said anything about forsaking him? There's a good deal of difference between leaving and forsaking, I take it."

"I know you will act for the best, my good fellow!"

"Strike tents!" echoed through the camp from without.

"Had we not better wake the captain, Miss Alibamo? It may be the only chance he will get to say anything."

"He is moving—he wakes!"

Captain Hayward opened his eyes, and gazed around. His face while sleeping had worn a smile, but it had faded.

"Good morning, dear friends," said Hayward. "You have been watching with me all night, I fear."

"We have slept, however—that is, I have slept," answered Alibamo.

"I fear but little. You must not do this, Alibamo; you will sink under the fatigues you impose upon yourself. You will require all your strength. And have you slept, Nettleton?"

"Do you think I'd be such a darn skunk as to sleep when I might be doing something? No, I ain't quite so mean as that."

"What have you been doing?"

"Making up my mind—that's all."

"And I have been dreaming, Alibamo. Oh! It was a heavenly vision!"

"What were you dreaming, captain?"

"I was standing upon the margin of the lake near my own dear home. Far out on the waters I heard a sound, low and musical as angels' whisperings. I could not catch the words; still its melody enchanted me, and filled my soul with rapture. Nearer and nearer it approached, and louder and louder became those strains, until the mingling of ten thousand angel voices seemed to make the very waters dance with rapturous delight. My brain grew dizzy, and I sank upon the ground. I raised my eyes, and gazing through the mist, tinted with rainbow hues reflected from the rays of the golden sunset, I saw a thousand fairy forms gliding from point to point, and trilling forth their lays. And on the brow of each I saw emblazoned forth the magic word ofLiberty! The sight revived me, and springing up, I cried: 'Who are those lovely beings who come forth with my country's jewel glittering on their brow?' A voice replied: 'They are Columbia's daughters—their fetters have been broken—they are free again!' 'Let me embrace them—they are my sisters!' I cried, but at that moment I was seized by an iron hand, and borne from the spot. So rapidly was I whirled along that my senses fled. When I returned to consciousness, I found myself enveloped in a dismal cloud, while at my feet a thousand hissing serpents, which resembled lightning, coiled around, but could not harm me. I heard the dreadful thunders, as they burst over me, but still I feared not. I raised my eyes, and as a cloud rolled by it revealed to my astonished gaze the form of a man standing upon the very edge of a dark cloud, while below him was a precipice, millions of feet. My blood was chilled within me lest he should fall. I heard his cursings, and I saw him reaching forward. I looked farther, and upon another cloud I sawmysister standing. She was clothed in white, and on her brow a golden wreath was shining. The clouds were rolling fast together, and he, that fiend-like form upon the other side, was reaching forward, and exulting in the thought how soon he would have her in his grasp, and hurl her down that awful chasm. My brain was reeling, and my heart bursting within me as I gazed upon this scene. I tried to speak, but terror held me dumb. She was almost in his grasp, when my sister raised a dagger, I heard a voice exclaim, 'Hold fast that steel!' I looked, and emblazoned on its polished blade, read the wordvirtue! The villain saw it, and sprang back with a cry of terror. I saw the cloud on which he stood turning to blood, while that upon the other side was tinged with glorious beauty. The thunder rent the dismal pall, and breaking it in pieces, I saw the villain hurled into the depths below, while hideous fiends held their orgies around him. And then commenced the strains I heard upon the lake. My sister joined the chorus, and gazing on me, smiled. Columbia's daughters came and bore that loved one to my heart, and as I clasped her close, I woke, suffocating with excessive joy!"

"O captain!thatdream should make you happy—very happy. It fillsmyheart with joy!"

"Why so, Alibamo?"

"Because your troubles will end in the same manner. I feel sure they will."

"It cannot be!"

"And why not?"

"Because my sister was prominent in my vision, she can be in no manner connected with me here!"

"She may hear of your misfortune and visit you here."

"God forbid. No! she has no means of hearing from me. And, if she had, I would rather die a thousand deaths than have that angel sister gaze upon my sufferings. It would add to them a thousand fold, and that would drive me mad."

"Are you ready to depart?" asked Branch, who entered the tent at that moment.

"Quite ready. Am I to walk?" asked Hayward.

"No, you are to ride. Do you prefer a horse or a carriage?"

"It matters very little, as the distance is not far," answered Hayward.

"Then I will send a horse around to your tent. I intend also to grant you a great favor!"

"I shall decline any favors at your hands!" replied Hayward.

"You did not hear what that favor is to be!"

"Well, sir!"

"I intend to permit Alibamo to accompany you as far as Springfield. But to-morrow you are to take your last farewell of her. I have my plans for both you and her arranged."

Branch left the tent. In a few moments horses were brought, and Hayward, with some difficulty gained the saddle. Nettleton helped Alibamo into her seat. By this time Branch came up in company with some twenty horsemen, who were to act as the guard, and the party prepared to depart.

"Is not this young man to accompany us? He has attended to the captain's wounds, and appears familiar with the business. He is a poor, foolish fellow, and will be of little service as a soldier!" said Alibamo, pointing to Nettleton.

"Yes, he can go, if he will walk!" replied Branch.

"Will you go?" asked Alibamo.

"Well, I don't care much about it one way or t'other. But ifyouwant me to go withyouvery much, I will, Miss Alibamo," replied Nettleton.

The party set off, and Nettleton trudged along after them, with his usual rickety and unsteady motion, whistling as he proceeded.

They had proceeded about two miles from camp upon the Springfield road, when Branch ordered a halt.

"Where are those hand-cuffs?" he asked.

"Here, sir!" replied one of the soldiers.

"Place them on his hands. No! not that way. Chain his hands behind him! But wait. I will reserve them for future use. Leave his hands free."

Hayward spoke not. In the course of three or four hours they reached Springfield, and halted in front of the hotel building which had been used as a rebel hospital since the battle at Wilson's creek.

"Dismount!" said Branch, in a voice of excitement, mingled with hatred.

Hayward obeyed.

"Is Davis here?" asked Branch.

"Here, sir!" replied a soldier, stepping forward.

"Has the person I wrote for arrived?"

"Yes, she is in a room above!" was the reply.

"O my God!" groaned Alibamo.

"Take that woman away," said Branch, pointing toward Alibamo. Then he added, as she was being led away,

"You shall see your captain to-morrow. And I will show you an amusing sight. You knowit is Friday, hangman's day." Then turning to Hayward, he added:

"Now will I bend your proud heart. I will show you a pretty sight, presently,and to-morrow, at three o'clock, we will have a grand review in the fair ground! Come, follow me."

Hayward turned to speak with Nettleton, who had been standing beside him but a moment before, but he had disappeared.

"Why do you delay?" asked Branch.

"Because it pleases me to do so," replied Hayward.

"Bring a set of chains. Put them on his ankles!" The order was obeyed.

"Drag him along!"

"I will follow you, sir," replied Hayward.

He soon reached the main hall of the building, and, as Hayward followed his captor, the chains clanked heavily upon the floor, and echoed dimly throughout the building.

"You shall behold a friend now, and you will think better of my generosity!" said Branch, as he threw open a side-door. Hayward entered.

A wild scream rang through the room, and a lovely female sprang forward, into the arms of Hayward.

"My brother! O my brother!" were the only words spoken, and she became unconscious.

"Mamie—Mamie—Great God! why are you here? Mamie—sister, look up—speak to me—speak, or I shall die—Mamie—O God! she is dead—dead!"

And Hayward sank to the floor, still holding his sister to his heart, and burst into tears.

"Ah! ha! ha! ha! Humbled at last!" cried Branch, as he left the room.

The War Scout—The Discovery.

Softly—softly as the creeping panther.—De Soto.

We left Fall-leaf, Margrave, and Johnson, as they were following the party who had recaptured Hayward and Alibamo. As they descended the mountain, the rear of the rebel army were in sight. At night-fall it halted, and upon the broad prairie, near an oak grove, the camp was soon formed.

"Can you distinguish the rebel general's headquarters?" asked Margrave.

"I was trying to do so," replied Johnson, and his eyes wandered from point to point.

"Do you remember the style of his tent?"

"Perfectly. It is of the pattern known as thewall-tent, but of large size. And near it should be about a dozen others of the same description. There it is!"

"Those in the centre—near the grove?"

"Yes—don't you see the rebel ensign waving over it?"

"Very distinctly now. But I do not believe Alibamo, or the captain, will be placed near headquarters. They are the prisoners of that fellow, Branch."

"What shall we do, Johnson?" asked Margrave.

"We must enter their lines to-night, and ascertain where our friends are, and listen to the conversation of the officers, and, if possible, learn what is to be their fate," replied Johnson.

"And we must remember that Captain Hayward is not to be forgotten. He is not dead, or he would have been left on the other side of the mountain, and the drops of blood which we frequently saw along the line of march, isevidence that some wounded person or persons are with the rebels. This brave captain risked his life for my sister, and I shall risk my life a thousand times for him."

"We must first creep near the sentinels, and when the nine o'clock relief is marched out, we can listen, and gain possession of the countersign. This will be of some assistance to us in case of challenge."

"No—no! White brother stay here! Indian go—creep—softly!" said Fall-leaf.

"No, my brother, you are suffering too severely with your wounds. We cannot permit you to do this, while we remain inactive."

"Look out for the pickets. There is one of their fires," said Margrave, as they approached the oak grove. The party verged their course, and, in a few moments, were within a hundred yards of the camp, concealed almost entirely by the thick wood through which they were passing. Here they paused.

"The darkness favors us!" remarked Margrave. "The moon which was shining so brightly last night, is now entirely obscured by thick clouds. We must wait until after tattoo, and then enter the camp in different directions."

"No—me alone!" replied Fall-leaf. "You—you—me, go—allget kill—no help Alibamo! Me go now!Iget kill—yougo. You get kill,yougo. I no get kill, come back. I no come back,yougo!"

"The Indian means to express himself to the effect, that it is more safe for one to go alone, and if he should get killed or taken, another could go the next night, and another the next? or, that, if two of us should be killed, the third could return and procure more assistance for Alibamo, when he had learned their final destination. We will let the Indian go first. I will write a few words upon a bit of paper, and he may get an opportunity to give it to my sister."

The drums had beat the tattoo, and the relief had passed its rounds. The party listened attentively, but failed to get the countersign, which was given in a whisper. The camp became quiet, and the lights were mostly extinguished.

"Me go now! softly—softly," said the Indian.

"Fall-leaf, give this paper to my sister if you can get an opportunity. If you are discovered, and compelled to fly, we will all meet at yonder rock."

The Indian, without replying, took the bit of paper, and started for the camp. Softly as the creeping panther he worked his way along. He passed the outer row of tents unperceived, and was now fairly within the rebel camp. With cat-like stealth he crept along from tent to tent, listening at each, but not a sound was heard save the deep breathing of the sleepers within. At length the Indian reached a wide avenue, which ran along before a better class of tents than those he had previously passed, and from which were streaming lights. He listened, and could plainly distinguish voices within, but there appeared here a difficulty. Directly in front of the one he wished to reach, a sentinel was stationed, and, if he attempted to cross the broad avenue at that point, it could not fail to attract the watchful guardian's attention.

Just at that moment two forms emerged from the tent, and came directly toward him. It was but the work of an instant for the Indian to conceal himself in the long prairie grass, which fortunately had not been entirely trodden down at this point. He was passed unobserved, and he distinctly heard the name of "Hayward" spoken. He watched, and saw them enter a tent, some twenty rods from that from which they had emerged.

The Indian crept cautiously along. About half-way between the two tents to which his attention had been thus especially drawn, he found the lights extinguished, and he succeeded in crossing the avenue unobserved. He was now in the rear of what he supposed to he the general commanding and his staff officers' quarters. He soon came near the tent into which he had seen the two persons enter, and bending his ear to the ground, he distinctly heard the voices of those within, but could not distinguish the words spoken. He drew nearer, but saw that a guard was stationed on every side, and that it would be impossible to approach nearer without being discovered. He could now hear the voices plainly, and was not long in discovering that both Alibamo and the captain were confined there. Some stratagem must be resorted to, in order to attract the attention of the guard in another direction. The Indian had already torn up the long prairie-grass, and wrapped it around him in such a manner that he would not easily be seen, so nearly did he resemble the earth around him. He remained perfectly quiet for a moment, as if deeply thinking. At length he commenced a search upon the ground around him. He raised a stone about the size of a large apple, and hurled it toward the woods, in the rear of the last row of tents. It struck against the tree-tops and then fell to the ground, making considerable noise. The guard instantly turned his attention in that direction. He listened, but hearing nothing more, he started with cautious steps toward the wood, his gun at a ready. The Indian at once took advantage of his absence from his post, and darted unseen, close behind the tent. He prostrated himself upon the ground, and drawing the grass around him, and the tent-flap partially over his form, he was safe from detection so long as he did not move. The guard discovering nothing, returned to his post, but the Indian remained quiet, listening to all the conversation within. He became convinced that Nettleton was a friend, and finally attracted his attention, he being seated back of the couch upon which Hayward was lying, and very near Fall-leaf. The Indian waved the paper in his hand, and then let it fall upon the ground. In an instant he sprang to his feet, and dashing the guard to the ground, darted for the woods. He leaped the fence just as the sentinel fired upon him, but the ball whistled by without harming Fall-leaf.

He made all haste to join his friends whom he found awaiting him. It was decided to make no further attempts to enter camp, but they determined to follow on, hoping the prisoners might be left at some point under a small guard, which could be attacked and overcome.

On the morning the squad under the command of Branch left the main army, our friends were well satisfied that their destination was Springfield, and Johnson determined to hasten back to the Union army, and try to procure assistance. Margrave and Fall-leaf followed on, and saw his sister Alibamo and Captain Hayward, enter the rebel hospital. As both were well known in Springfield, Margrave having escaped from that place but a short time previous, assisted by the Indian, their situation was by no means an enviable one. But they mingled with the loungers, and soon learned that ahangingwas to come off the next day at three o'clock. The great event was to take place in the Fair-Ground.

Hanging Day—The Friends—The Plot—The Attack.

There is no pang in thy sharp wedge of steel,After that parting.—Pythias.

There is no pang in thy sharp wedge of steel,

After that parting.—Pythias.

For some hours, Hayward and his sister were permitted to remain alone. Night was fast approaching. Nothing was heard without, but the coarse laugh and jests of the soldiers. As Hayward held his sister in his arms, he murmured:

"Would to God she could ever remain unconscious, or die to-night. I feel that a fate far worse than death awaits her, when I am gone, and to-morrow will surely be the fatal day. Oh, may God in his mercy protect this darling one!"

"Have I been dreaming?" she sobbed, as she returned to consciousness, and opened her eyes. "I saw my brother in chains, and I heard their dreadful clankings upon the floor."

Her eyes met those of her brother, and with a shudder, she buried her face in his breast, as if she would shut out some terrible vision.

"Mamie—darling sister, don't you know me?" asked Hayward.

"Oh! yes," she cried, starting up. "It is my brother. He is with me, and I am safe and happy. O brother, I met such rude men here, I cannot remain. Let us go at once." She started toward the door.

"Come back, sister, I wish to talk with you, and I wish you to listen calmly."

"Calmly! What do you mean by that word? Ah! those chains! I have not been dreaming! It is a terrible reality. What means this, brother?"

"Come here, Mamie, come close to my heart, and let me talk with you."

She obeyed, but as Hayward placed his arms around her, she said:

"Oh! that iron is so cold—it chills my heart. Let me remove those chains, brother."

"No, sister. Let them alone, and listen to me!"

"First answerme! Are these men your friends?"

Hayward could not reply. His feelings almost overcame him, and he did not wish his sister to discover any emotion on his part.

"You are silent. These men arenotyour friends, and you are a prisoner! Oh! my heart will break!" and she sobbed convulsively.

"Don't weep so, dear sister. Don't weep."

"I cannot help it. Oh! let me weep—let me rest upon your heart, brother, and weep my life away! It will be sweet to die here!"

"You mustnotdie, Mamie, but live for me. I hope to-morrow I shall be free. I have friends who will not forsake me!"

"And you are a prisoner!" she sobbed.

"Yes, but try and compose yourself. I have much to say to you!"

"Yes, I will be calm—I will listen, for I feel that a terrible fate hangs over you, my brother. Oh! I am glad that I am here. I'll weep no more, but I will comfort you. There, do not look so pale, your little sister is with you, and will share your fate, whatever it may be."

Hayward bowed his head, while a convulsive tremor shook his frame.

"Come, I'll weep no more—I'll comfort you. Think, brother, it can only be death, and your spirit will scarcely have taken its flight to that better world, ere mine will meet you there. Oh! we shall not long be separated."

"Mamie, we will talk no more of death. I do not believe such will be my fate. I have already been informed that friends are at work. I shall be rescued from this place, and if I am not, my sentence is not immediate death. So weep no more, but listen. How came you here, Mamie?"

"I received a letter telling me that my brother had been wounded in battle, and that you wished me to come direct to Springfield. I saw by the papers that the Union army were marching for this place, and I supposed you were with them, and that I should arrive here about the same time you did. I did not hesitate a moment, but came forward according to my directions to Rolla. I was there met by two men who brought me to this place."

"Ah! I see it all now. That villain Branch must have taken your letter from my pocket while I was insensible, and thus learning your address, sent for you!"

"But to what end, brother? He is not your friend or you would not call him villain!"

"I cannot tell, dear sister. But let me enjoin on you to be firm whatever may occur. Even though you see me march upon the scaffold, be firm, and hope. Remember what you said; it willonlybe death! If my enemies wish to torture me, the more keenly feel, the more they will exult. Hark! Some one approaches. We shall not long remain in ignorance. Remember, darling, let not a word or even a tear betray more than ordinary emotion."

The door was thrown open, and Branch entered. Hayward seated himself upon a rude box and Mamie knelt by his side.

"How is your wound, captain?" asked Branch.

"It troubles me very little, sir!" was the reply.

"I do not believe you. You say that to spare your sister pain. You are suffering, and you know it!" growled Branch.

Hayward frowned, but did not speak. His sister crept close to his breast.

"Do you know the federal army are within two days march of this place?" continued Branch.

"I did not know it!" answered Hayward.

"Don't you wish they would come upon us to-night? We have only twenty-two hundred men here, and they with forty thousandmightdefeat us, and rescue you and your lovely sister."

Hayward made no reply.

"Oh! I will open your mouth presently. You saw the Fair-Ground as we passed? You won't speak? Well, I will. If you could only look inside the high board enclosure, you might discover a platform, surrounding a large tree. From one of the limbs a rope is hanging. It is for your neck. You are to die to-morrow at three o'clock."

Hayward did not move a muscle, but Mamie, with a groan of agony, half suppressed, threw her arms around her brother's neck, and clung the closer.

"It will be interesting to die thus, noble captain, knowing that your friends are but a few miles distant. And those lovely arms which now encircle you, will not wish to clasp your neck when you are cold in death. They shall be removed to mine!"

Mamie had started to her feet, and staggering forward, she knelt before the wretch, and sobbed:

"Oh! spare my brother!"

"Mamie!" shrieked Hayward. "Up!"

The maiden started, and sprang into her brother's arms again.

"Forgive a moment of weakness, my brother!" she said, as she caressed him.

"Miss Hayward," said Branch, "Your brother's life may be saved. General Price offered him a pardon, if he would accept a commission in our army. Persuade him to accept it."

Miss Hayward glanced at her brother, and then turning to Branch, she replied:

"And become companion with such as you?"

"Is not that preferable to death?"

"I'll answer you no more!" said Mamie, turning to her brother.

"Well, I will leave you to pleasant reflections. To-morrow at one o'clock you will leave this place, and have the pleasure of a cart ride as far as the gallows. Your sister may remain with you to-night, and enjoy the ride with you to-morrow. After that I shall take charge of her."

Branch left the room.

"It is all over now, brother!"

Miss Hayward could no longer restrain her feelings, but sinking down, groaned in agony of soul. The tears burst forth, and long and bitterly she wept. She could not be consoled. Her brother assured her that he felt confident he would be rescued, if his friends were at that time so short a distance from him. And they might be much nearer. But she could not be comforted. At times her sobs became almost shrieks, and then they would cease, as if from very exhaustion. It seemed as if her very heart was made of tears. Nature could bear but little more. At last she sank into a fitful slumber, resting upon her brother's bosom. Ever and anon she would start, a wild cry would break from her lips, and she would cling with all the power of madness about his neck, and beg him not to leave her. Her starts, her sobs, her groans, her screams, were terrible, and thus the night wore slowly on mid dark and gloom. Hayward slept not. Occasionally he pressed his lips to his sister's forehead, which now was icy cold, now burning with a feverish heat. Sometimes her breath would appear entirely to have stopped, and then her brother, in a voice of agony, would call Upon her name; but a sob or groan would tell him she yet lived. Toward morning she grew more quiet, and her repose seemed sweet, and undisturbed by frightful dreams. At length she started up and cried "They are coming! See, brother!"

"Who are coming, dear sister?" asked Hayward.

"Oh! I have been dreaming, but it was sweet. Are you here, brother? It is so dark I cannot see you!"

"Yes, Mamie, I am here. But, what have you been dreaming?"

"Where are we, brother? Oh! I remember that bad man. I saw him in my dream. He was hurled to destruction from a terrible precipice. He was standing upon a cloud, dark and massive, but the thunders broke it, and he fell!"

"Go on!" cried Hayward.

"I saw you, brother. You were standing on a golden cloud, just by his side. The lightnings flashed around your head, but did not harm you. And when I called you, ten thousand fairy forms appeared, and bore you to my arms. And then I saw all your friends advancing, and they smiled upon you."

"And that dream has given you hope, has it not?"

"Yes, it has, dear brother!"

"It is very strange!" said Hayward.

"That I should dream thus, brother?"

"No, but that last night I had the very same dream!"

"O brother, God is good!"

Hayward told her the particulars of his own dream.

"I shall hope to the last!" replied Miss Hayward, evidently cheered by the vision.

The morning dawned. Hayward looked pale and haggard. The chains had galled him, and he was faint and weak. This he endeavored to hide from his sister, but she observed it, and tried to cheer him with consoling words.

At length some coarse food was brought, and placed just within the door. But it remained untouched. As the day advanced, Hayward said:

"Mamie, what will you do in case of the worst?"

"If you die, do you mean, brother?"

"Yes, darling!"

"Don't trouble yourself as to what I will doafteryou are dead, for if this must be so, I shall go with you."

The door was thrown open and Branch entered.

"It is twelve o'clock," he said. "Make ready!"

"Weareready, sir!" answered Hayward.

"It is a pity you should die, Hayward. Itell you what I will do. Let me marry that lovely sister of yours, and I will set you free!"

"Dog!" echoed Hayward.

"What do you say, Miss Hayward?"

"I repeat my brother's word most heartily!" replied Mamie.

"Oh! you scornful little devil, you are a copy of your brother. But you will both repent your words. What ho! guards!"

Four of the guard entered the room.

"Take them along," said Branch.

"We will walk," replied Hayward. As he led his sister from the room he said:

"Think of our dreams!"

Hayward walked erect, almost carrying, rather than leading his sister. When he reached the street he said:

"Branch, my sister will not be able to endure this scene. Let her remain here!"

"No, no," begged Mamie, "let me go with you, brother—I will be very calm—see I can walk alone." But that pale face and trembling form seemed little calculated to undergo the terrible scenes which must follow.

Alibamo was already seated in a rough cart which stood before the door. Hayward assisted his sister into it, and then entered himself, but stood erect, while the females were provided with seats. As they were driven onward, Branch rode by their side upon his horse. A crowd were following after them, and taunts and jeers were heard on every side.

"Oh! that I had a sword within my grasp, and was free from these shackles for a moment, I would teach those curs civility," cried Hayward.

"Oh! it won't matter to you long," said Branch.

The procession had proceeded about a mile from Springfield on the road running west. They were ascending the hill, upon the summit of which was a thick wood, when Hayward said:

"Do you see those lines of infantry just within that grove. They are rebel soldiers; it is the guardnecessaryat the execution ofoneman! Branch, don't you fear that these two half-fainting women will rescue me?"

"They might do it—they are the only ones who can!" replied Branch.

The cart had passed the wood through a line of soldiers formed on either side, and reaching the Fair-Ground, it was driven within the enclosure, and halted near the scaffold. Miss Hayward had been hopeful until this moment, but her feelings gave way, and throwing her arms around her brother, she cried:

"Oh! is there no way in which you can escape this terrible fate?"

"Yes," said Branch. "Accept my terms."

"Dog, still!" replied Hayward, his eyes flashing with indignation.

"Hayward, I will save you, if possible," said Alibamo. "Branch, you say you love me. Release Captain Hayward, and I will become your wife."

"Alibamo!" shrieked Hayward, "unsay those words or I will give you my dying curse! Would you killyourbrother? He loves you as dearly as I lovemysister. If I thought, Alibamo, that you would marry that vile wretch, with these chains I would dash your brains out!"

"Drag him upon the scaffold!" shouted Branch.

"Farewell, Mamie—farewell!"

Hayward clasped his sister, but was torn from her, and dragged upon the scaffold, where his chains were removed.

"She has fainted—thank God!" said Hayward, as they placed the fatal noose about his neck.

"The Body-guard! The Body-guard!"

"What shouts are those?" yelled Branch.

At that moment a horseman dashed up, and cried:

"The Body-guard are upon us!"

"Quick!" yelled Branch. "String him up!"

"No, I be d——d if you do, you darn skunks!" cried Nettleton, as he sprang from among the thick branches of the tree, after having severed the rope.

"Spring, captain, for your life," cried Nettleton.

Hayward sprang from the scaffolding. At that moment there was an explosion just beneath it, which threw the masses in every direction, and caused such a dense smoke, that the soldiers surrounding the scaffold could not distinguish the rescuer, and consequently could not fire.

"Alibamo's brother and the Indian were under the scaffold and laid that plot, captain," said Nettleton. "But here comes Adjutant Harry Hinton!"

The adjutant dashed forward, and seeing the captain alive, he fairly yelled with delight He embraced his friend, and then remounting, cried:

"But come, boys, we have work to do," and off he dashed at a rapid rate.

"Come, Nettleton, I must seek my sister," said Hayward, as he started to the point where he had last seen her. He met the brother of Alibamo, and having been informed by Nettleton who he was, Hayward inquired:

"Where are our sisters?"

"I cannot tell, Captain Hayward. The ground became deserted in a moment after it was known the guard were coming. I suppose Fall-leaf, one of our friends, has removed them to a place of safety, away from the fight They will be found when the fate of the battle is decided."

Charge of the Body-guard.

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