Chapter 7
With Mendenhall’s supplies tucked away in his haversack, Andy slipped from the surgeon’s tent and kept to the edges of the camp, away from the dying light of the fires to avoid being seen. He kept his lantern close to his body, shielding the light with his haversack, and walked with his head down to avoid confronting anyone. The last thing he needed was Wiley or McNair to stop him, or one of the pickets to call him out…
As he neared the camp’s perimeter, he crouched down in the bushes and moved as quietly as he could. The men would still be jumpy, and Andy didn’t relish the questions his second leaving might arouse. But the hour had grown later than he thought, and as Andy approached, he could hear the pickets changing duty. The new soldiers were busy picking on Lovelace for h
