"Th--"
There was a thud of horses' hoofs behind the stable, Bell's half-spoken word, and the sharp bark of Le Gaire's levelled derringer. I felt the impact of the ball, and spun half around, the pressure of my finger discharging my own weapon in the air, yet kept my feet. I was shocked, dazed, but conscious I remained unhurt. Then, with a crash, three horsemen leaped the low fence, riding recklessly toward us. I seemed to see the gray-clad figures through a strange mist, which gradually cleared as they came to a sharp halt. The one in advance was a gaunt, unshaven sergeant, lifting a hand in perfunctory salute, and glancing curiously at my uniform.
"Mornin', gentlemen," he said briefly. "Is this the Hardy house--Johnston's headquarters?"
The major answered, and I noticed now he had Le Gaire gripped by the arm.
"This is the Hardy house, and I am Major Hardy, but Johnston is not here. Who are you?"
"Couriers from Chambers' column, sir. He is advancing up this pike. Where will we find Johnston?"
"Take the first road to your right, and inquire. When will Chambers be up?"
"Within four or five hours. What's going on here? A little affair?"
Hardy nodded. The sergeant sat still an instant, his eyes on me as though puzzled; then evidently concluded it was none of his business.
"Come on, boys!" he said, and with a dip of the spurs was off, the two others clattering behind. Hardy swung Le Gaire sharply around, his eyes blazing.