As she watched,the boy's knees buckled slowly and he went down in the dust.Without a word,two men fell out of the last rank and walked back to him.One,a tall spare man with a black beard that hung to his belt,silently handed his own rifle and that of the boy to the other.Then,stooping,he jerked the boy to his shoulders with an ease that looked like sleight of hand.He started off slowly after the retreating column,his shoulders bowed under the weight,while the boy,weak,infuriated like a child teased by its elders,screamed out:“Put me down,damn you!Put me down!I can walk!”
The bearded man said nothing and plodded on out of sight around the bend of the road.
Rhett sat still,the reins lax in his hands,looking after them,a curious moody look on his swarthy face.Then,there was a crash of falling timbers near by and Scarlett saw a thin tongue of flame lick up over the roof of the warehouse in whose sheltering shadow they sat.Then pennons and battle flags of flame flared triumphantly to the sky above them.Smoke burnt her nostrils and Wade and Prissy began coughing.The baby made soft sneezing sounds.
“Oh,name of God,Rhett!Are you crazy?Hurry!Hurry!”
Rhett made no reply but brought the tree limb down on the horse's back with a cruel force that made the animal leap forward.With all the speed the horse could summon,they jolted and bounced across Marietta Street.Ahead of them was a tunnel of fire where buildings were blazing on either side of the short,narrow street that led down to the railroad tracks.They plunged into it.A glare brighter than a dozen suns dazzled their eyes,scorching heat seared their skins and the roaring,crackling and crashing beat upon their ears in painful waves.For an eternity,it seemed,they were in the midst of flaming torment and then abruptly they were in semidarkness again.
As they dashed down the street and bumped over the railroad tracks,Rhett applied the whip automatically.His face looked set and absent,as though he had forgotten where he was.His broad shoulders were hunched forward and his chin jutted out as though the thoughts in his mind were not pleasant.The heat of the fire made sweat stream down his forehead and cheeks but he did not wipe it off.
They pulled into a side street,then another,then turned and twisted from one narrow street to another until Scarlett completely lost her bearings and the roaring of the flames died behind them.Still Rhett did not speak.He only laid on the whip with regularity.The red glow in the sky was fading now and the road became so dark,so frightening,Scarlett would have welcomed words,any words from him,even jeering,insulting words,words that cut.But he did not speak.
Silent or not,she thanked Heaven for the comfort of his presence.It was good to have a man beside her,to lean close to him and feel the hard swell of his arm and know that he stood between her and unnameable terrors,even though he merely sat there and stared.
“Oh,Rhett,”she whispered clasping his arm,“what would we ever have done without you?I'm so glad you aren't in the army!”
He turned his head and gave her one look,a look that made her drop his arm and shrink back.There was no mockery in his eyes now.They were naked and there was anger and something like bewilderment in them.His lip curled down and he turned his head away.For a long time they jounced along in a silence unbroken except for the faint wails of the baby and sniffles from Prissy.When she was able to bear the sniffling noise no longer,Scarlett turned and pinched her viciously,causing Prissy to scream in good earnest before she relapsed into frightened silence.
Finally Rhett turned the horse at right angles and after a while they were on a wider,smoother road.The dim shapes of houses grew farther and farther apart and unbroken woods loomed wall-like on either side.
“We're out of town now,”said Rhett briefly,drawing rein,“and on the main road to Rough and Ready.”
“Hurry.Don't stop!”
“Let the animal breathe a bit.”Then turning to her,he asked slowly:“Scarlett,are you still determined to do this crazy thing?”
“Do what?”
“Do you still want to try to get through to Tara?It's suicidal.Steve Lee's cavalry and the Yankee Army are between you and Tara.”
Oh,dear God!Was he going to refuse to take her home,after all she'd gone through this terrible day?
“Oh,yes!Yes!Please,Rhett,let's hurry.The horse isn't tired.”
“Just a minute.You can't go down to Jonesboro on this road.You can't follow the train tracks.They've been fighting up and down there all day from Rough and Ready on south.Do you know any other roads,small wagon roads or lanes that don't go through Rough and Ready or Jonesboro?”
“Oh,yes,”cried Scarlett in relief.“If we can just get near to Rough and Ready,I know a wagon trace that winds off from the main Jonesboro road and wanders around for miles.Pa and I used to ride it.It comes out right near the MacIntosh place and that's only a mile from Tara.”
“Good.Maybe you can get past Rough and Ready all right.General Steve Lee was there during the afternoon covering the retreat.Maybe the Yankees aren't there yet.Maybe you can get through there,if Steve Lee's men don't pick up your horse.”
“I—I can get through?”
“Yes,you.”His voice was rough.
“But Rhett—You—Aren't you going to take us?”
“No.I'm leaving you here.”
She looked around wildly,at the livid sky behind them,at the dark trees on either hand hemming them in like a prison wall,at the frightened figures in the back of the wagon—and finally at him.Had she gone crazy?Was she not hearing right?
He was grinning now.She could just see his white teeth in the faint light and the old mockery was back in his eyes.
“Leaving us?Where—where are you going?”
“I am going,dear girl,with the army.”
