With the decision, some of her fear fell away and there remained only a congealed feeling in her breast, as if all hope and fear had frozen. As she stood there, she heard from the avenue the sound of many horses' feet, the jingle of bridle bits and sabers rattling in scabbards and a harsh voice crying a command: "Dismount!" Swiftly she bent to the child beside her and her voice was urgent but oddly gentle.
"Turn me loose, Wade, honey! You run down the stairs quick and through the back yard toward the swamp. Mammy will be there and Aunt Melly. Run quickly, darling, and don't be afraid."
At the change in her tone, the boy looked up and Scarlett was appalled at the look in his eyes, like a baby rabbit in a trap.
"Oh, Mother of God!" she prayed. "Don't let him have a convulsion! Not—not bef
