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"
Oh
,
yes
!
Yes
!
Please
,
Rhett
,
let
's
hurry
.
The
horse
is
n't
tired
.
"
"
Just
a
minute
.
You
ca
n't
go
down
to
Jonesboro
on
this
road
.
You
ca
n't
follow
the
train
tracks
.
They
've
been
fighting
up
and
down
there
all
day
from
Rough
and
Ready
on
south
.
Do
you
know
any
other
roads
,
small
wagon
roads
or
lanes
that
do
n't
go
through
Rough
and
Ready
or
Jonesboro
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
cried
Scarlett
in
relief
.
"
If
we
can
just
get
near
to
Rough
and
Ready
,
I
know
a
wagon
trace
that
winds
off
from
the
main
Jonesboro
road
and
wanders
around
for
miles
.
Pa
and
I
used
to
ride
it
.
It
comes
out
right
near
the
MacIntosh
place
and
that
's
only
a
mile
from
Tara
.
"
"
Good
.
Maybe
you
can
get
past
Rough
and
Ready
all
right
.
General
Steve
Lee
was
there
during
the
afternoon
covering
the
retreat
.
Maybe
the
Yankees
are
n't
there
yet
.
Maybe
you
can
get
through
there
,
if
Steve
Lee
's
men
do
n't
pick
up
your
horse
.
"
"
I
can
get
through
?
"
"
Yes
,
YOU
.
"
is
voice
was
rough
.
"
But
Rhett
--
You
--
Are
n't
going
to
take
us
?
"
"
No
.
I
'm
leaving
you
here
.
"
She
looked
around
wildly
,
at
the
livid
sky
behind
them
,
at
the
dark
trees
on
either
hand
hemming
them
in
like
a
prison
wall
,
at
the
frightened
figures
in
the
back
of
the
wagon
--
and
finally
at
him
.
Had
she
gone
crazy
?
Was
she
not
hearing
right
?
