We can well anticipate the result.
“Curse her!” yelled the Confederate as he looked in vain for the appearance of his victim; “she is spunky though!”
Then as the flames began to decrease and the walls fell he turned away.
“The fire has saved us further trouble. Come, men, follow me back to Dalton.”
Meanwhile the scout and Mara were pursuing their flight.
The path to the spring wound down the hill, and after going a few rods the view from the house was obscured by a thick growth of bushes.
“We have no further use for these buckets and little need we should encumber ourselves with them longer,” he said. “We must get as far as possible from here before our flight is discovered.”
Mara followed him in silence.
Darkness was fast coming on which promised to favor them in their escape.
The country was broken and their progress was necessarily slow, however.