"I intend to permit Alibamo to accompany you as far as Springfield. But to-morrow you are to take your last farewell of her. I have my plans for both you and her arranged."
Branch left the tent. In a few moments horses were brought, and Hayward, with some difficulty gained the saddle. Nettleton helped Alibamo into her seat. By this time Branch came up in company with some twenty horsemen, who were to act as the guard, and the party prepared to depart.
"Is not this young man to accompany us? He has attended to the captain's wounds, and appears familiar with the business. He is a poor, foolish fellow, and will be of little service as a soldier!" said Alibamo, pointing to Nettleton.
"Yes, he can go, if he will walk!" replied Branch.
"Will you go?" asked Alibamo.
"Well, I don't care much about it one way or t'other. But if you want me to go with you very much, I will, Miss Alibamo," replied Nettleton.
The party set off, and Nettleton trudged along after them, with his usual rickety and unsteady motion, whistling as he proceeded.
They had proceeded about two miles from camp upon the Springfield road, when Branch ordered a halt.
"Where are those hand-cuffs?" he asked.
"Here, sir!" replied one of the soldiers.