“Sir! what?”

“Yes, I had recommended you for promotion and the order has come.”

“If zeal in your service, sir”—­began the scout flushing proudly.

“Yes, yes, I understand all that.  I remember the men who serve me well.  As soon as you’re able to start out in the same direction again I would like you to do so.”

“I’m able now,” said Scoville eagerly, and then he briefly related the situation of affairs at The Oaks, concluding, “If I had twenty-five men I believe I could not only prevent the marriage but capture all the Confederates with their information.  They have been scouting up toward us just as we were toward the enemy.”

“All right,” said the general, laughing.  “Perhaps the marriage may come off yet, only with another groom.”

“No, sir,” said Scoville, gravely.  “The girl befriended me in my sore need.  She is as good and innocent as a child, and I would shield and respect her as I would my own sister.”

“That’s the right spirit, Lieutenant.  I was not sure how far matters had gone—­in fact, was only jesting.”

Scoville made a hearty breakfast, and within an hour, at the head of over a score of men, was rapidly retracing his steps, Chunk following in a state of wild elation.  They both had been furnished with fresh horses, and the tough, elastic sinews of the newly-fledged officer were tense with an unwonted excitement.  If those tearful blue eyes of Miss Lou should welcome him as deliverer this would be the most memorable day of his life.

CHAPTER XII

A WHIRLWIND OF EVENTS

Whately returned wearing a rather gloomy and angry aspect.  He had threatened his negroes and stormed at them; they had listened in sullen silence.  The overseer had said, “Hit’s the old story.  They have heard that the Yanks are near and may come this way.  Fact is, one doesn’t know what they haven’t heard.  They hold together and keep mum.  You can see that all discipline is at an end among ’em.”

Whately could only give the man such directions as the emergency dictated, obtain some valuables, and return chafed and all the more bent upon securing out of the possible wreck the one object he most coveted.  But Miss Lou puzzled him and perplexed them all.  She had taken refuge in almost absolute silence, and was as unresponsive to Mrs. Whately’s endearments as to her uncle and aunt’s expostulations, while toward Whately she was positively freezing in her coldness.  Troubled and inwardly enraged, he was yet more than ever determined to carry out his purpose.  His orders to his men were given sharply and sternly, and his mood was so fierce that there was no longer any affectation or assumption on his part.  The girl’s heart fluttered with nameless fears, but she had the strength of will to maintain the cold, impassive demeanor she had resolved upon.  She felt that it would be useless to make further effort