Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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36 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE thru the woods along the road which leads to Gaines' Mill. No man could live thru such a trip. We're cut off, out-maneuvered ! ' ' "Colonel," said Harry, "may I go?" "Go!" gasped the Colonel, "and— and God — be — with you." With a swift salute Harry had dashed from the room, and the last words were lost to his ears. "Go!" One word is enough for a soldier. He pushed an orderly aside, and leapt into the soldier's saddle. The bullets whistled about him viciously as the horse's hoofs thudded on the yielding grass. The animal shied violently and nearly unseated him. A backward glance showed him that it had merely dodged the rock upon which Grace had sat when he poured out his love to her an hour before. A roar that seemed to be almost beside him deafened the rider for a moment. He flung up his arms in mad exultation, and spurred his horse to still greater speed. The noise slackened, and the road, wound in thru the trees. Back in the trenches the Union rifles spoke intermittently. The Confederates were gathering for another rush, and the Federal soldiers were saving their fire for the supreme moment, which meant defeat or victory. In front of the commanding General, Harry was eagerly voicing his request. "We've got 'em, I tell you," he HARRY ASKS FOR AMMUNITION CONFEDERATES BUILDING BONFIRES was saying, in violation of all rules of military etiquette. ' ' With another regiment, and another forty rounds, we've got 'em. They're beaten!" "I'll give you three wagons of ammunition, but I cant spare another man." "But, General " "Enough, sir! Take the ammunition!" Back again over the winding road thru the woods, lashing the teamsters ' horses into a frenzy, Harry galloped, urging on the flying wagons. But his flight had been seen and his purpose divined, and the crackle of Confederate rifles ahead brought the flying cavalcade to a stop. At the same instant the dry brush piled across the narrow road burst into tongues of flame. Who could drive ten thousand cartridges thru fire? A horse cut by a bullet bolted forward, dragging one of the ammunition wagons. His mates joined in the runaway. The teamster uttered a shriek of despair as the Confederates scattered* from about the blazing brushwood. The shriek was his last. With a thunderous roar the wagon was scattered high in the heavens. The licking flames had ignited the powder. Dazed for a moment by the force of the explosion, when Harry focused his eyes again on the scene before him he realized with a start of joy that it had nearly extinguished the fire. The blazing brush was scattered far and wide, and the road was clear save for the ugly rent where the first wagon had exploded.