"Runned away?" answered Big Sam. "No'm, us ain' runned away. Dey done sont an' tuck us, kase us wuz de fo' bigges' an' stronges' han's at Tara." His white teeth showed proudly. "Dey specially sont fer me, kase Ah could sing so good. Yas'm, Mist' Frank Kennedy, he come by an' tuck us."
"But why, Big Sam?"
"Lawd, Miss Scarlett! Ain' you heerd? Us is ter dig de ditches fer de wite gempmums ter hide in w'en de Yankees comes."
Captain Randall and the occupants of the carriage smothered smiles at this naive explanation of rifle pits.
"Cose, Mis' Gerald might' nigh had a fit w'en dey tuck me, an' he say he kain run de place widout me. But Miss Ellen she say; Tek him, Mist' Kennedy. De Confedrutsy need Big Sam mo' dan us do.' An' she gib me a dollar an' tell me ter do jes' whut de w'ite gempmums tell me. So hyah us is."
"What does it all mean, Captain Randall?"
"Oh, it's quite simple. We have to strengthen the fortifications of Atlanta with more miles of rifle pits, and the General can't spare any men from the front to do it. So we've been impressing the strongest bucks in the countryside for the work."
"But --"
A cold little fear was beginning to throb in Scarlett's breast. More miles of rifle pits! Why should they need more? Within the last year, a series of huge earth redoubts with battery emplacements had been built all around Atlanta, one mile from the center of town. These great earthworks were connected with rifle pits and they ran, mile after mile, completely encircling the city. More rifle pits!
"But -- why should we be fortified any more than we are already fortified? We won't need what we've got. Surely, the General won't let --"
"Our present fortifications are only a mile from town," said Captain Randall shortly. "And that's too close for comfort -- or safety. These new ones are going to be farther away. You see, another retreat may bring our men into Atlanta."
Immediately he regretted his last remark, as her eyes widened with fear.
"But, of course there won't be another retreat," he added hastily. "The lines around Kennesaw Mountain are impregnable. The batteries are planted all up the mountain sides and they command the roads, and the Yankees can't possibly get by."
But Scarlett saw him drop his eyes before the lazy, penetrating look Rhett gave him, and she was frightened. She remembered Rhett's remark: "When the Yankees push him out of the mountains and onto the flatter land, he'll be butchered."
"Oh, Captain, do you think --"
"Why, of course not! Don't fret your mind one minute. Old Joe just believes in taking precautions. That's the only reason we're digging more entrenchments. ... But I must be going now. It's been pleasant, talking to you. ... Say good-by to your mistress, boys, and let's get going."
"Good-by, boys. Now, if you get sick or hurt or in trouble, let me know. I live right down Peachtree Street, down there in almost the last house at the end of town. Wait a minute --" She fumbled in her reticule. "Oh, dear, I haven't a cent. Rhett, give me a few shinplasters. Here, Big Sam, buy some tobacco for yourself and the boys. And be good and do what Captain Randall tells you."
The straggling line re-formed, the dust arose again in a red cloud as they moved off and Big Sam started up the singing again.
"Go do-ow, Mos-es! Waaa-ay, do-own, in Eeejup laa-an!
An' te-el O-le Faa-ro-o
Ter let mah -- peee-pul go!"
"Rhett, Captain Randall was lying to me, just like all the men do -- trying to keep the truth from us women for fear well faint. Or was he lying? Oh, Rhett, if there's no danger, why are they digging these new breastworks? Is the army so short of men they've got to use darkies?"
Rhett clucked to the mare.
"The army is damned short of men. Why else would the Home Guard be called out? And as for the entrenchments, well, fortifications are supposed to be of some value in case of a siege. The General is preparing to make his final stand here."
"A siege! Oh, turn the horse around. I'm going home, back home to Tara, right away."
"What ails you?"
"A siege! Name of God, a siege! I've heard about sieges! Pa was in one or may
be it was his Pa, and Pa told me --"
"What siege?"
"The siege at Drogheda when Cromwell had the Irish, and they didn't have anything to eat and Pa said they starved and died in the streets and finally they ate all the cats and rats and even things like cockroaches. And he said they ate each other too, before they surrendered, though I never did know whether to believe that or not. And when Cromwell took the town all the women were -- A siege! Mother of God!"