protested.
But she only shook her head. Carefully she held the letter close to the heat until it grew warm to the touch. She bent over, peering at it, then cried, âThatâs it!â
âThatâs what?â he asked in bewilderment. âLook, Pa!â Leah held up the letter, and he pulled out his spectacles. Putting them on his nose, he leaned forward. âWhy, whatâs that between the lines?â
âThatâs our secret code. Itâs written in lemon juice, and when you heat it, it comes out all nice and brown. See?â
âWell, I never heard the like of that! What does it say?â
Leah had to peer closely to read the secret writing.
Leah, me and Tom will be leaving soon. Weâre going to some place called Fort Donelson in Tennessee. Word is here that some Yankee general, somebody called Grant, is going to try to take it, and weâre going to have to stop him. Donât tell anybody about this. I guess weâll be in fighting, so if you want to pray for me and Tom, itâll be all right. Weâre still the best of friends
.
Leah looked up and whispered, âWe canât tell anybody about this, Pa, or weâd be spies.â
âNo, and I guess you better burn that letter.â
âNo, I wonât do that, but Iâll hide it so nobody will ever find it.â Leah clutched the letter tightlyand whispered, âFort DonelsonâI donât even know where that is.â
âWell, I do. Itâs on a river in Tennessee, and itâs not good for us.â
âWhy not, Pa?â
âBecause, Pet, thatâs where your brother, Royal, has been sent, him and some of the troops to reinforce General Grant.â
Leah looked startled. âOh, thatâs awful! Why, that could mean that Royal and Tom could be shooting at each other.â
âThatâs what it means, all right. Weâre going to have to trust God to keep them from doing that.â
8
General Forrest
Saves the Day
B y the time the Richmond troops arrived at Fort Donelson, Jeff and Tom were worn out. They had ridden part of the way on flat cars but walked the last forty miles. Now, as they sat wearily around a campfire, hugging it for warmth, Jeff said with chattering teeth, âI donât see why we had to come all the way down here, Tom. Seems to me thereâd be plenty of fighting going on around Richmond.â
âI reckon this is more important than you know, Jeff.â
Jeff stared at the old crumbling fort perched on the banks of the Tennessee River. âIt donât look like much to me. Whatâs so all-fired important about it?â
Tom blew on his hands, then held them close to the flickering yellow flames. âWell, look here â¦â Picking up a stick, he began to draw in the dirt. âYou see, right hereâthis is the Confederate line. Here it comes across bluegrass country and all the way across Missouri and on to Indian Territory, several hundred miles long. Now all this is under the command of General Albert Sidney Johnston.â
âIâve heard of him!â Jeff exclaimed. âThey say President Davis puts a lot of stock in him.â
âThatâs right. He said once he didnât know about other generals but he knew he had one, and that was Albert Sidney Johnston.â
âHe ainât as good as Robert E. Lee, I bet,â Jeff said loyally. He looked around again. âWhat about this fort?â
Tom drew more wavy lines. âWell, hereâs the Tennessee River, and hereâs the Cumberland. You see, they run side by side until they come toward the Ohio. Now, right here at the Ohio the Union gunboats have been a threat to our line.â
âI donât see what difference that makes. A few gunboats couldnât whip all of us Confederates stretching across here, could they?â
âNo, but hereâs what happens. You see this area hereâhereâs where we been getting
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