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As
the
last
of
the
soldiers
were
passing
,
a
small
figure
in
the
rear
rank
,
his
rifle
butt
dragging
the
ground
,
wavered
,
stopped
and
stared
after
the
others
with
a
dirty
face
so
dulled
by
fatigue
he
looked
like
a
sleepwalker
.
He
was
as
small
as
Scarlett
,
so
small
his
rifle
was
almost
as
tall
as
he
was
,
and
his
grime-smeared
face
was
unbearded
.
Sixteen
at
the
most
,
thought
Scarlett
irrelevantly
,
must
be
one
of
the
Home
Guard
or
a
runaway
schoolboy
.
As
she
watched
,
the
boy
's
knees
buckled
slowly
and
he
went
down
in
the
dust
.
Without
a
word
,
two
men
fell
out
of
the
last
rank
and
walked
back
to
him
.
One
,
a
tall
spare
man
with
a
black
beard
that
hung
to
his
belt
,
silently
handed
his
own
rifle
and
that
of
the
boy
to
the
other
.
Then
,
stooping
,
he
jerked
the
boy
to
his
shoulders
with
an
ease
that
looked
like
sleight
of
hand
.
He
started
off
slowly
after
the
retreating
column
,
his
shoulders
bowed
under
the
weight
,
while
the
boy
,
weak
,
infuriated
like
a
child
teased
by
its
elders
,
screamed
out
:
"
Put
me
down
,
damn
you
!
Put
me
down
!
I
can
walk
!
"
The
bearded
man
said
nothing
and
plodded
on
out
of
sight
around
the
bend
of
the
road
.
Rhett
sat
still
,
the
reins
lax
in
his
hands
,
looking
after
them
,
a
curious
moody
look
on
his
swarthy
face
.
Then
,
there
was
a
crash
of
falling
timbers
near
by
and
Scarlett
saw
a
thin
tongue
of
flame
lick
up
over
the
roof
of
the
warehouse
in
whose
sheltering
shadow
they
sat
.
Then
pennons
and
battle
flags
of
flame
flared
triumphantly
to
the
sky
above
them
.
Smoke
burnt
her
nostrils
and
Wade
and
Prissy
began
coughing
.
The
baby
made
soft
sneezing
sounds
.
"
Oh
,
name
of
God
,
Rhett
!
Are
you
crazy
?
Hurry
!
Hurry
!
"
Rhett
made
no
reply
but
brought
the
tree
limb
down
on
the
horse
's
back
with
a
cruel
force
that
made
the
animal
leap
forward
.
With
all
the
speed
the
horse
could
summon
,
they
jolted
and
bounced
across
Marietta
Street
.
Ahead
of
them
was
a
tunnel
of
fire
where
buildings
were
blazing
on
either
side
of
the
short
,
narrow
street
that
led
down
to
the
railroad
tracks
.
They
plunged
into
it
.
A
glare
brighter
than
a
dozen
suns
dazzled
their
eyes
,
scorching
heat
seared
their
skins
and
the
roaring
,
cracking
and
crashing
beat
upon
their
ears
in
painful
waves
.
For
an
eternity
,
it
seemed
,
they
were
in
the
midst
of
flaming
torment
and
then
abruptly
they
were
in
semidarkness
again
.
As
they
dashed
down
the
street
and
bumped
over
the
railroad
tracks
,
Rhett
applied
the
whip
automatically
.
His
face
looked
set
and
absent
,
as
though
he
had
forgotten
where
he
was
.
His
broad
shoulders
were
hunched
forward
and
his
chin
jutted
out
as
though
the
thoughts
in
his
mind
were
not
pleasant
.
The
heat
of
the
fire
made
sweat
stream
down
his
forehead
and
cheeks
but
he
did
not
wipe
it
off
.
They
pulled
into
a
side
street
,
then
another
,
then
turned
and
twisted
from
one
narrow
street
to
another
until
Scarlett
completely
lost
her
bearings
and
the
roaring
of
the
flames
died
behind
them
.
Still
Rhett
did
not
speak
.
He
only
laid
on
the
whip
with
regularity
.
The
red
glow
in
the
sky
was
fading
now
and
the
road
became
so
dark
,
so
frightening
,
Scarlett
would
have
welcomed
words
,
any
words
from
him
,
even
jeering
,
insulting
words
,
words
that
cut
.
But
he
did
not
speak
.
Silent
or
not
,
she
thanked
Heaven
for
the
comfort
of
his
presence
.
It
was
so
good
to
have
a
man
beside
her
,
to
lean
close
to
him
and
feel
the
hard
swell
of
his
arm
and
know
that
he
stood
between
her
and
unnamable
terrors
,
even
though
he
merely
sat
there
and
stared
.
