'Jenkins will be up within the half hour. Jones is right behind him. Duvall, you keep your men posted here.' Phil wearily nodded and saluted. 'Yes, sir.'
Stuart, realizing this man had done all that was possible, drew a deep breath then leaned over, offering his hand.
'You did good, Captain, real good. You did all you could. Now it's our turn. Give me an hour and we'll have that bridge back!'
CHAPTER NINE
Headquarters, Army of the Susquehanna
Near Greencastle, Pennsylvania August 25
7:10 A.M.
'Excuse me, sir, I thought you should know. It's started.'
Grant looked up at an excited Phil Sheridan standing at the entryway of his tent.
'Frederick?'
'Yes, sir. It was actually a reb dispatch, sent to Baltimore, but the line was open, and it was also transmitted up the B and O telegraph line to Harpers Ferry and also to Hager-stown. We had a Union man at the station there. He just dispatched it up to us here.'
'What did it say?'
'It was a rebel outpost reporting from Frederick. Said they were abandoning their post and would attempt to hold the railroad bridge at Monocacy. Brigade-strength Union cavalry, believed to be Custer, in pursuit.'
Grant sat back in his chair, rubbing his brow. The beginnings of a migraine were upon him, the tingling in the fingertips, a slight ringing in his ears. Why now?
He looked down at the map spread upon his desk.
'McPherson?'
'This morning's report, he's into Hagerstown, head of his column about five miles beyond.' 'Burnside?'
'Lagging a bit. McPherson pushed his men until midnight, Burnside had them fall out after dark. He's between here and Greencastle.'
'I'm going up.'
'Sir?'
'You have a problem with that, Sheridan?' 'Well, sir. I'm sort of a fifth wheel here. I could go forward for you.'
Grant studied him and yet again was glad of the decision to bring this man east. Sheridan wanted to go forward because he smelled a fight coming and wanted to be in the thick of it.
'No, Phil, you stay here for now. Dispatches and such are being routed to this position. Send a message back up the line for Ord and Banks and Hunt with the artillery to pick up the pace. I'm going forward. By the end of the day I should be into Frederick. I'm taking Ely Parker and my staff with me.'
He sat back for a moment, studying the map. It was beginning to look like a meeting engagement. He had hoped to be able to secure the Catoctin Pass, perhaps even move all four of his corps down into the plains in front of Frederick, before Lee caught wind of his maneuver. If now, after the triggering of this fight by Custer, Lee came up quickly, he could block the pass and in so doing secure a defensive barrier that would allow him to maneuver as he pleased, either to retreat across the Potomac or shift the bulk of his force back on Washington. That thought was chilling, especially given the agreement he and Lincoln had arrived at only yesterday.
Send a countermand to Lincoln, suggesting a change? It'd take at least a day for that to catch up. It would show, as well, a loss of nerve.
No, we have to take the pass first and hold it.
'Keep them moving, Phil, and then report to me in Frederick by the end of the day.'
Headquarters, Army of Northern Virginia
Baltimore, Maryland
7:10 A.M.
General Lee, there's action at Frederick.' Walter had allowed him to sleep hours past his usual time of rising. For that Lee was grateful, having been up half the night with Longstreet and Judah Benjamin analyzing the reports that increasingly confirmed that the so-called army coming down from the north was a sham, and that Grant was pulling a wide flanking march, either to cross the Potomac into Virginia or come out of the mountains at Frederick or Point of Rocks down on the Potomac.
Lee was already half-dressed, a servant helping him with his boots, when Taylor knocked on the door. He reached up, taking the dispatch Taylor was holding.
He scanned the message from the outpost at Frederick and put it down on his bed.
'Has General Stuart arrived there yet? What about the pontoon train?'
'Sir, a report came in about four this morning that the trains carrying the pontoon bridge were sabotaged. Wheels on the cars were not greased prior to leaving the depot and several caught on fire twenty miles east of Frederick. General Stuart got off the train and went on by horseback.' 'This is disturbing,' Lee said softly. 'I thought we would have that position secured by now.'
'Stuart's last report, sent by telegraph from about ten miles east of Frederick, a place called New Market, said he was riding up fast, the brigades of Jenkins and Jones were moving to secure the junction and hoped to secure the railroad bridge and the National Road bridge upon his arrival. He has two brigades of cavalry, compared to Custer's one light brigade.'
'What trains are readily available down at the depot?'
'We have a convoy of fifteen trains forming up now, sir. Scales's Division is loading up even now. General Longstreet rousted his corps out three hours ago, and they are already marching west.'
'But that will take two days for them to arrive.'
'Yes, sir. But we are forming a second convoy of twenty trains to move by midmorning with Johnson's boys loading up.'
'Good, Stonewall Division, excellent,' Lee whispered.
He stood up, leaning over the map. It was becoming clear now. Grant meant to move over the mountains into the central Maryland plains at Frederick.
Lee smiled slightly as he contemplated that. Grant will only have one road to do his maneuver, while I'll have the railroad, the main pike of the National Road, and numerous secondary roads.
We get into position ahead of him, it will be the classic position for destroying an opponent, with him feeding troops in piecemeal while we are already in place… if we can get there first.
'Walter, get down to the rail yard. I want a train ready to take me up as soon as possible. Pass word to Generals Longstreet and Beauregard to keep their men moving west. The railroad will move up Hood's Corps and our artillery, then once that is done will start shuttling back to pick up the infantry.'
'Sir, I'm concerned about this sabotage problem. It stopped our pontoon trains cold this morning. A few more acts like that could paralyze our movements.'
'Tell that man Longstreet appointed…'
'Cruickshank,' Walter prompted.
'Tell him to make sure every car, every engine, is inspected before departure. If there is a Yankee spy or agents working in that rail yard, men not in uniform, they are to be dealt with swiftly and harshly as spies and saboteurs.'
He hated to say that, it went against his nature, but at this moment half a dozen provocateurs could wreck the entire movement of his army.
Walter saluted and left the room.
Putting on his jacket, Lee gazed once more at the map. So it was beginning. He'd have liked to have had two
