He waited until all the cavalrymen had gone away with their horses, and then he crawled cautiously out of the stream. His limbs were cold and stiff, but his enforced exercise in crawling soon brought back their flexibility. He passed between the pickets again, and, when he was safely beyond their hearing, he rose and stretched himself again and again.
The sergeant greatly preferred walking to crawling. Primitive men might have crawled, but to do so made the modern man’s knees uncommonly sore. So he continued to stretch, to inhale great draughts of air, and to feel proudly that he was a man who walked upright and not a bear or a pig creeping on four legs through the bushes.
He reached his own army not long afterward, and, walking among the thousands of sleeping forms, reached the tree under which Colonel Winchester slept.
“Colonel,” he said gently.
The colonel awoke instantly and sat up. Despite the dusk he recognized Whitley at once.
“Well, sergeant?” he said.
“I’ve been clean over the ridge to the rebel camp. I reached the next creek and lay on the heights just beyond it. I’ve seen with my own eyes and I’ve heard with my own ears. They’ve only two divisions there, though they’re expectin’ Polk to come up in the mornin’ an’ Bragg, too. Colonel, I’m a good reckoner, as I’ve seen lots of war, and they ain’t got more `n fifteen thousand men there on the creek, while if we get all our divisions together we can hit `em with nigh on to sixty thousand. For God’s sake, Colonel, can’t we do it?”
“We ought to, and if I can do anything, we will. Sergeant, you’ve done a great service at a great risk, and all of us owe you thanks. I shall see General McCook at once.”
The sergeant, forgetting that he was wet to the skin, stretched himself in the dry grass near Dick and his comrades, and soon fell fast asleep, while his clothes dried upon him. But Colonel Winchester went to General McCook’s tent and insisted upon awakening him. The general received him eagerly and listened with close attention.
“This man Whitley is trustworthy?” he said.
“Absolutely. He has had years of experience on the plains, fighting Sioux, Cheyennes and other Indians, and he has been with me through most of the war so far. There is probably no more skillful scout, and none with a clearer head and better judgment in either army.”
“Then, Colonel, we owe him thanks, and you thanks for letting him go. We’ll certainly bring on a battle to-morrow, and we ought to have all our army present. I shall send a messenger at once to General Buell with your news. Messengers shall also go to Crittenden, Rousseau, and the other generals. But you recognize, of course, that General Buell is the commander-in-chief, and that it is for him to make the final arrangements.”
“I do, sir,” said the colonel, as he saluted and retired. He went back to the point where his own little regiment lay. He knew every man and boy in it, and he had known them all in the beginning, when they were many times more. But few of the splendid regiment with which he had started south a year and a half before remained. He looked at Dick and Warner and Pennington and the sergeant and wondered if they would be present to answer to the roll the next night, or if he himself would be there?
The colonel cherished no illusions. He was not sanguine that the whole Union army would come up, and even if it came, and if victory should be won it would be dark and bloody. He knew how the Southerners fought, and here more so than anywhere else, it would be brother against brother. This state was divided more than any other, and, however the battle went, kindred would meet kindred. Colonel Kenton, Dick’s uncle, a man whom he liked and admired, was undoubtedly across those ridges, and they might meet face to face in the coming battle.
It was far into the morning now and the colonel did not sleep again. He saw the messengers leaving the tent of General McCook, and he knew that the commander of the division was active. Just what success he would have would remain for the morrow to say. The colonel saw the dawn come. The dry fields and forests reddened with the rising sun, and then the army rose up from its sleep. The cooks had already prepared coffee and food.