第50章 Little Darby(16)

The sun came up and warmed him as he trudged along, and the country grew flatter and flatter, and the road deeper and deeper.

They were passing down into the bottom.On either side of them were white-oak swamps, so that they could not see a hundred yards ahead;but for several miles Darby had been watching for the smoke of the burning bridge, and as they neared the river his heart began to sink.

There was one point on the brow of a hill before descending to the bottom, where a sudden bend of the road and curve of the river two or three miles below gave a sight of the bridge.Darby waited for this, and when he reached it and saw the bridge still standing his heart sank like lead.Other eyes saw it too, and a score of glasses were levelled at it, and a cheer went up.

"Why don't you cheer too?" asked an officer."You have more to make or lose than anyone else.""We ain't there yit," said Darby.

Once he thought he had seen a little smoke, but it had passed away, and now they were within three miles of the bridge and there was nothing.

What if, after all, Vashti had failed and the bridge was still standing!

He would really have brought the raiders by the best way and have helped them.

His heart at the thought came up into his throat.He stopped and began to look about as if he doubted the road.When the main body came up, however, the commander was in no doubt, and a pistol stuck against his head gave him to understand that no fooling would be stood.So he had to go on.

As to Vashti, she had covered the fifteen miles which lay between the district and the fork-road; and had found and sent a messenger to give warning in the city; but not finding any of the homeguard where she thought they were, she had borrowed some matches and had trudged on herself to execute the rest of Darby's commands.

The branches were high from the backwater of the fork, and she often had to wade up to her waist, but she kept on, and a little after daylight she came to the river.Ordinarily, it was not a large stream;a boy could chuck a stone across it, and there was a ford above the bridge not very deep in dry weather, which people sometimes took to water their horses, or because they preferred to ride through the water to crossing the steep and somewhat rickety old bridge.Now, however, the water was far out in the woods, and long before the girl got in sight of the bridge she was wading up to her knees.When she reached the point where she could see it, her heart for a moment failed her;the whole flat was under water.She remembered Darby's command, however, and her courage came back to her.She knew that it could not be as deep as it looked between her and the bridge, for the messenger had gone before her that way, and a moment later she had gone back and collected a bundle of "dry-wood", and with a long pole to feel her way she waded carefully in.As it grew deeper and deeper until it reached her breast, she took the matches out and held them in her teeth, holding her bundle above her head.It was hard work to keep her footing this way, however, and once she stepped into a hole and went under to her chin, having a narrow escape from falling into a place which her pole could not fathom; but she recovered herself and at last was on the bridge.

When she tried to light a fire, however, her matches would not strike.

They as well as the wood had gotten wet when she slipped, and not one would light.She might as well have been at her home in the district.When every match had been tried and tried again on a dry stone, only to leave a white streak of smoking sulphur on it, she sat down and cried.For the first time she felt cold and weary.

The rays of the sun fell on her and warmed her a little, and she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked up.The sun had just come up over the hill.It gave her courage.She turned and looked the other way from which she had come -- nothing but a waste of water and woods.Suddenly, from a point up over the nearer woods a little sparkle caught her eye;there must be a house there, she thought; they might have matches, and she would go back and get some.But there it was again -- it moved.

There was another -- another -- and something black moving.

She sprang to her feet and strained her eyes.Good God! they were coming!

In a second she had turned the other way, rushed across the bridge, and was dashing through the water to her waist.The water was not wide that way.The hill rose almost abruptly on that side, and up it she dashed, and along the road.A faint curl of smoke caught her eye and she made for it through the field.

It was a small cabin, and the woman in it had just gotten her fire well started for the morning, when a girl bare-headed and bare-footed, dripping wet to the skin, her damp hair hanging down her back, her face white and her eyes like coals, rushed in almost without knocking and asked for a chunk of fire.The woman had no time to refuse (she told of it afterward when she described the burning of the bridge);for without waiting for answer and before she really took in that it was not a ghost, the girl had seized the biggest chunk on the hearth and was running with it across the field.In fact, the woman rather thought she was an evil spirit; for she saw her seize a whole panel of fence --more rails than she could have carried to save her life, she said, and dashed with them over the hill.