“What have I done?” she asked herself. “He is gone and I have told him nothing. God forgive me that I should so far have forgotten my duty. These tears ill become the garb that I wear. I thought that I had more self-control. I wonder if he is gone? He said to Buzzard’s Gap. That is a part of Sherman’s design. His plans are working well. I must act ere it is too late.”
While speaking thus she was brushing the tear drops from her eyes.
As soon as she had somewhat gained control of herself she peered out of the tent.
All was bustle and excitement.
“It is no use to look for him now. I must go to the commander’s headquarters.”
Acting upon this thought she boldly left the tent.
No one seemed to notice her and she breathed easier as she hurried on her way.
At last to her relief the quarters of General Johnston was reached.
The commander, however, was very busy and she had to wait what seemed to her a long time.
She was glad that it was night for in the semi-darkness she escaped in part the scrutinous gaze of the lookers-on.