And I saw also, standing on the corner of the platform in front of
him, a soldier with rifle in hand, and on the end of it glistening in
the moonlight was a long bayonet! I had lived with troops long enough
to know that the bayonet would not be there unless the soldier was a
sentry guarding somebody or something. I naturally turned toward Faye,
but was held back by Mr. Davis, and that made me indignant, but Faye
at once said quietly and in a voice just loud enough for me to hear,
"Get in the ambulance and ask no questions!" And still he did not move
from the corner. By this time I was terribly frightened and more and
more puzzled. Drawn up close to the farther side of the platform was
an ambulance, also an escort wagon, in which sat several soldiers, and
handing my trunk checks to Mr. Davis, I got, into the ambulance, my
teeth chattering as though I had a chill.
The very instant the trunks were loaded Faye and the sentry came, and
after ordering the corporal to keep his wagon and escort close to us,
and telling me to drop down in the bottom of the ambulance if I heard
a shot, Faye got on the ambulance also, but in front with the driver.
Leaning forward, I saw that one revolver was in his hand and the other
on the seat by his side. In this way, and in perfect silence, we rode
through the town and until we were well out on the open plain, when we
stopped just long enough for Faye to get inside, and a soldier from
the wagon to take his seat by the driver.
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