CHAPTER X.
The Departure—The Meeting—The Sister—The Breaking Hearts.
This is the heaviest blow of all.—Bulwer.
The morning dawned, and still Captain Hayward slept. Alibamo was seated by his side, gazing intently upon him. Nettleton was standing in the entrance of the tent. The reveille was beating, and all without gave evidence of preparation to continue the march. As the maiden gazed upon Hayward, she said in saddened tones:
"Would to God I knew the fate hanging over this poor man, or that, whatever it is, I might be permitted to share it with him. But, I fear we shall be separated to-day. That villain Branch will show no mercy when he is under no restraint. Nettleton!"
"Here, Miss Alibamo."
"Have you discovered nothing—no signs of friends?"
"Nothing, but I will not give up yet. We may expect aid at Springfield."
"I fear all is lost. Branch will not permit the captain to remain long in Springfield, as I am told the Union army is advancing. He will be hurried off South, and I suppose we shall be separated to-day. Very likely neither of us will be permitted to go with him."