Do everything Captain Butler says.
Scarlett, take the lamp."
Scarlett went forward and took the lamp, holding it in both hands to keep from dropping it.
Ashley's eyes had closed again.
His bare chest heaved up slowly and sank quickly and the red stream seeped from between Melanie's small frantic fingers.
Dimly she heard Archie stump across the room to Rhett and heard Rhett's low rapid words.
Her mind was so fixed upon Ashley that of the first half-whispered words of Rhett, she only heard:
"Take my horse . . . tied outside . . . ride like hell."
Archie mumbled some question and Scarlett heard Rhett reply:
"The old Sullivan plantation.
You'll find the robes pushed up the biggest chimney.
Burn them."
"Um," grunted Archie.
"And there's two--men in the cellar.
Pack them over the horse as best you can and take them to that vacant lot behind Belle's--the one between her house and the railroad tracks.
Be careful.
If anyone sees you, you'll hang as well as the rest of us.
Put them in that lot and put pistols near them--in their hands.
Here--take mine."
Scarlett, looking across the room, saw Rhett reach under his coat tails and produce two revolvers which Archie took and shoved into his waist band.
"Fire one shot from each.
It's got to appear like a plain case of shooting.
You understand?"
Archie nodded as if he understood perfectly and an unwilling gleam of respect shone in his cold eye.
But understanding was far from Scarlett.
The last half-hour had been so nightmarish that she felt nothing would ever be plain and clear again.
However, Rhett seemed in perfect command of the bewildering situation and that was a small comfort.
Archie turned to go and then swung about and his one eye went questioningly to Rhett's face.
"Him?"
"Yes."
Archie grunted and spat on the floor.
"Hell to pay," he said as he stumped down the hall to the back door.
Something in the last low interchange of words made a new fear and suspicion rise up in Scarlett's breast like a chill ever-swelling bubble.
When that bubble broke--
"Where's Frank?" she cried.
Rhett came swiftly across the room to the bed, his big body swinging as lightly and noiselessly as a cat's.
"All in good time," he said and smiled briefly.
"Steady that lamp, Scarlett.
You don't want to burn Mr. Wilkes up.
Miss Melly--"
Melanie looked up like a good little soldier awaiting a command and so tense was the situation it did not occur to her that for the first time Rhett was calling her familiarly by the name which only family and old friends used.
"I beg your pardon, I mean, Mrs. Wilkes. . . ."
"Oh, Captain Butler, do not ask my pardon!
I should feel honored if you called me
'Melly' without the Miss!
I feel as though you were my--my brother or--or my cousin.
How kind you are and how clever!
How can I ever thank you enough?"
"Thank you," said Rhett and for a moment he looked almost embarrassed.
"I should never presume so far, but Miss Melly," and his voice was apologetic, "I'm sorry I had to say that Mr. Wilkes was in Belle Watling's house.