Ride Proud, Rebel Part 13
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"Do I a.s.sume, suh, that you are part of General Morgan's command?" Sharp blue eyes studied Drew across the well-curried backs of the mules.
"Yes, suh."
The man gave a nod, which might have been for some thought of his own.
"We have heard some rumors of your coming, suh," the other continued.
"You, Nelson," he spoke to the Negro, "take this team up to the livery stable and tell Mr. Emory I want Hannibal saddled! Then you bring him back here and give him to this gentleman!"
"Yes, suh. Hannibal--wi' saddle--for this young gentlem'n."
"Hannibal, suh," the man said to Drew, "is a mule, but a remarkable one, riding trained and strong. I think you will find him quite usable. Do I understand we are about to be favored by a visit from General Morgan?"
Drew dismounted. Now he made a business of squinting up at the sun as if to tell time. "Not for a while, suh." He remained cautious; though he guessed that his questioner's sympathies were at least not openly Union.
There was a stir in the gathering crowd. Hart was leaning from his saddle, talking earnestly to two men flanking him on either side.
"May I offer you some refreshment, gentlemen. I am James Pryor, at your service--"
Automatically Drew responded to the manners of Red Springs. "Drew Rennie, suh. Anson Kirby, Boyd Barrett...." He looked around for Hart, only to see the other disappearing into an alley with his two companions from the crowd.
"Suh, that's a right heartenin' offer," Kirby said, smiling. "Trail dust sure does make a man's throat dryer'n an alkali flat!"
"Mark Hale over here has just the answer for that difficulty, gentlemen.
If you will accompany me--"
They left the glare of the sunlit street, following their host into a small shop where a quant.i.ty of strange smells fought for supremacy.
Kirby stared about him puzzled, but his look changed to an expression of pure bafflement and outrage as Pryor gave his order to the smaller man who came from a back room.
"Mark, these gentlemen need some of that good lemonade you make--if you have some cold and ready."
Drew heard Kirby's m.u.f.fled snort of protest and wanted so badly to laugh that the struggle to choke off that sound was a pain in his chest. Mr.
Pryor smiled at them blandly.
"M' boys, nothing better on a really hot day than some of Mark's lemonade. Nothing like it in this part of Kentucky. Ah, that looks like a draft fit for the G.o.ds, Mark, it certainly does!"
Hale had bobbed out of his inner room again, shepherding before him a Negro boy who walked with exaggerated caution, balancing a tray on which stood four tall gla.s.ses, beaded with visible moisture. There was a sprig of green mint standing sentry in each.
"Drink up, gentlemen." Under Mr. Pryor's commanding eye they each took a gla.s.s and a first sip.
But it was good--cool as it went slipping down the throat bearing that blessed chill with it, tart on the tongue, and fresh. Drew had sipped, but now he gulped, and he noted over the rim of his own gla.s.s, that Kirby was following his example. Mr. Pryor consumed his portion at a more genteel rate of intake.
"This allays that trail dust of yours, Mr. Kirby?" He inquired with no more than usual solicitude, but there was a faint trace of amus.e.m.e.nt in his small smile.
Kirby met the challenge promptly. "Ably, suh, ably!" He raised his half-filled gla.s.s. "To your very good health, suh. I don't know when I've had me a more satisfyin' drink!"
Pryor bowed. He was still smiling as he glanced at Drew.
"You have business in Cadiz, suh? Beyond that of swapping that firebreather of yours for another mount, I mean? Perhaps I can be of service in some other way...."
Drew cradled his gla.s.s in both hands. The condensing moisture made it slippery, but the chill was pleasant to feel.
"Do you have any news about the c.u.mberland River, suh?" he asked. Pryor might have usable information, and there was no reason to disguise that part of their objective. Short of turning about and fighting their way through about a quarter of the aroused Yankee army, the fugitives did have to cross the c.u.mberland and the Tennessee, and do both soon.
"The c.u.mberland, suh, is not apt to give you much trouble." Pryor sipped at his gla.s.s with a relish. "If, of course, you contemplate a try at the Tennessee--that will be a different matter. I trust your commander will be amply prepared for difficulties there. But General Morgan is not to be easily caught napping, or so his reputation stands. I wish you the best of luck."
"Is that your horse out there, young man?" the proprietor of the drugstore addressed Drew. "That big stallion?"
Drew put his gla.s.s on the counter and spun around. "What's he doin'
now?"
"Nothing," Hale returned quickly. "Ransome!" Out of nowhere Hale's servant appeared. "Get the saddlebags from that horse."
Surprised at this highhanded demand for his property, Drew waited for enlightenment. When Ransome returned with the bags, Hale took them, moved quickly to a cabinet, and unlocked it. By handfulls he took small boxes from the shelves inside, added some paper packets, and then buckled the straps tightly over the new bulge.
"I understand," he said in his dry, precise voice, "there is a pressing need for quinine, morphine, and the like in the South?"
Drew could only nod as Hale held out the bags.
"Give this to your surgeon, young man, with my compliments. There is little enough we can do, but this is something."
Drew stammered his thanks, knowing that those boxes and packets crammed into his bags meant a fortune to a blockade runner, but far more to men in the improvised hospitals behind the gray lines. Hale waved away Drew's thanks, adding only a last warning: "Keep your bags dry if you contemplate a river crossing! I would like to make sure that those drugs do reach the right hands intact."
"Rennie!" Hart hailed him from the door. "There's a boy here with a mule; he says it's for you."
Pryor put down his gla.s.s. "It's Hannibal. I think you will find him acceptable, suh. An even-tempered animal for the most part, and the surest-footed one I have ever ridden."
"Then you do _ride_ him?" Boyd spoke for the first time.
"Naturally he has been ridden--by me. I would not offer him otherwise, suh!" Pryor's flash of indignation was quick. "Hannibal's dam was Dido, a fine trotting mare. He's an excellent mount."
The mule stood in the street, ears slightly forward, eyeing King warily.
He was a big animal, groomed until his gray coat shone under the sun, wearing a well rubbed and oiled saddle and trappings. As Drew approached he lowered his head, sniffing inquiringly at the scout.
"Your new master, Hannibal," Pryor addressed the animal with the gravity of one making a formal introduction. "You are about to be mustered into the cavalry."
Hannibal appeared to consider this and then shook his big head up and down in a vigorous nod. Boyd laughed and Kirby offered vocal encouragement.
"Mount up an' see if you have to go smoothin' out any humps."
"If you're goin' to ride that critter, git on!" Hart called. His tone expressed urgency as if he had learned something in town which should send them out of Cadiz in a hurry.
Drew's previous experience with mules had not been as a rider. He had heard plenty about their sure-footedness, their ability to keep going as pack animals and wagon teams when horses gave out, their intelligence, as well as that stubbornness which lay on the darker side of the scales.
He advanced on Hannibal now a little distrustfully, settling into the saddle on the animal's back with the care of one expecting some unpleasant reaction. But Hannibal merely swung his head about as if to make sure by sight, as well as pressure of weight on his back, that his rider was safely aloft.
Relaxing, Drew saluted Pryor. "My thanks to you, suh."
"Think nothing of it, young man. Luck to you--all of you."
"That we can use, suh," Kirby returned. "Adios...."
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