“I would offer you Brutus, as was my intention, except that I know you would not take him,” again he added, grimly, “and Brutus would run away from you.”

“No, Major,” said Chad, sadly, “I would not take Brutus,” and he stepped down one step of the porch backward.

“I tried to tell you, Major, but you wouldn’t listen.  I don’t wonder, for I couldn’t explain to you what I couldn’t understand myself.  I—­” the boy choked and tears filled his eyes.  He was afraid to hold out his hand.

“Good-by, Major,” he said, brokenly.

“Good-by, sir,” answered the Major, with a stiff bow, but the old man’s lip shook and he turned abruptly within.

Chad did not trust himself to look back, but, as he rode through the pasture to the pike gate, his ears heard, never to forget, the chatter of the blackbirds, the noises around the barn, the cry of the peacock, and the wailing of the ploughman: 

Trouble, O Lawd! 
 Nothin’ but trouble—­

At the gate the little mare turned her head toward town and started away in the easy swinging lope for which she was famous.  From a cornfield Jerome Conners, the overseer, watched horse and rider for a while, and then his lips were lifted over his protruding teeth in one of his ghastly, infrequent smiles.  Chad Buford was out of his way at last.  At the Deans’ gate, Snowball was just going in on Margaret’s pony and Chad pulled up.

“Where’s Mr. Dan, Snowball?—­and Mr. Harry?”

“Mars Dan he gwine to de wah—­an’ I’se gwine wid him.”

“Is Mr. Harry going, too?” Snowball hesitated.  He did not like to gossip about family matters, but it was a friend of the family who was questioning him.

“Yessuh!  But Mammy say Mars Harry’s teched in de haid.  He gwine to fight wid de po’ white trash.”

“Is Miss Margaret at home?”

“Yessuh.”

Chad had his note to Margaret, unsealed.  He little felt like seeing her now, but he had just as well have it all over at once.  He took it out and looked it over once more—­irresolute.

“I’m going away to join the Union army, Margaret.  May I come to tell you good-by?  If not, God bless you always.  Chad.”

“Take this to Miss Margaret, Snowball, and bring me an answer here as soon as you can.”

“Yessuh.”

The black boy was not gone long.  Chad saw him go up the steps, and in a few moments he reappeared and galloped back.

“Ole Mistis say dey ain’t no answer.”

“Thank you, Snowball.”  Chad pitched him a coin and loped on toward Lexington with his head bent, his hands folded on the pommel, and the reins flapping loosely.  Within one mile of Lexington he turned into a cross-road and set his face toward the mountains.

An hour later, the General and Harry and Dan stood on the big portico.  Inside, the mother and Margaret were weeping in each other’s arms.  Two negro boys were each leading a saddled horse from the stable, while Snowball was blubbering at the corner of the house.  At the last moment Dan had decided to leave him behind.  If Harry could have no servant, Dan, too, would have none.  Dan was crying without shame.  Harry’s face was as white and stern as his father’s.  As the horses drew near the General stretched out the sabre in his hand to Dan.