Kitabı oku: «The Boy Spies of Philadelphia», sayfa 15
"We shan't be able to do a great deal of fighting without weapons."
"By pulling the bed apart we can get what will answer as clubs, and unless there are a number of men in the house we ought to accomplish something."
"It is a bold scheme," Seth replied; "but I am not certain there isn't a fair chance for success in it."
"Unless the man of the house is well supplied with weapons, in which case our clubs would amount to very little."
"We'll do the best we can, and not discuss as to how we may be stopped. It was agreed when we began that this was to be done only for the purpose of helping pass the time."
Enoch's cheerfulness had a beneficial effect upon his companions, and during the next hour Jacob refrained from suggesting difficulties which might be encountered.
Then came the time when one end of the board was severed, it having been literally whittled apart.
It was Enoch who first accomplished his portion of the task, and Seth had so nearly finished that by bending this particular piece downward it was readily broken off.
Reaching through into the aperture, and exploring by sense of touch, Enoch announced that there was probably nothing between them and the apartment below save narrow strips of inch-thick lumber and plaster.
"By taking up one more board we shall have space enough, and I think it will be best to use this piece to pry the other out."
Owing to the woodwork at the side of the room this plan was found to be impracticable, and once more Enoch went to work with his knife.
Not until another hour had passed was the task finished, and then, regardless of the noise, the boys pried the board from its place.
When this had been done they waited in silence several moments, to ascertain if an alarm had been given, and, hearing nothing, Enoch set about dismantling the bed in order to get possession of the posts as weapons.
This was neither a difficult nor a lengthy task, and when he had given each of his comrades a stout oaken timber, from three to four feet in length, he exclaimed:
"Now we are ready, boys! Once we begin there must be no delay. Punch a hole through the ceiling, and then we'll drop down regardless of what may happen, fighting our best when we are once where anything of that kind is possible."
CHAPTER XVII.
IN SELF-DEFENSE
Although the youngest of the party, Enoch was looked upon as leader, probably because the idea was his and because he appeared so certain it could be carried through to a successful issue.
"We'll keep right at your back, no matter how foolhardy you may be," Seth whispered as Enoch hesitated.
"I know I can count on you fellows; but the thought has just come into my mind that perhaps one or more may be lamed by jumping through the hole after it has been made. What is to be done then? It seems to me important General Dickinson should know we cannot carry out his orders."
"So it is, and if one is disabled he who is in the best condition must push on to the camp. Two shall stay together here, and the third go back if possible."
"Are you ready?" Enoch asked nervously as he raised his weapon.
"As nearly now as we ever shall be," Seth replied, and in another instant there came a resounding crash as tiny particles of plaster rose in the air.
Enoch had struck the first blow, and his club opened a hole sufficiently large to admit daylight, thus rendering it possible for the boys to see each other.
Jacob and Seth followed his example, and only three blows were needed, for the barrier had been torn away to such an extent that there was ample space for all three of them to leap down at the same time.
"It isn't more than fifteen feet," Enoch said as he looked into the apartment below. "Of course there are chances we may come to grief; but we mustn't stop to think of them. There has been so much noise that the owner of the house cannot fail to know what is being done."
"We'll follow you," Seth replied.
Throwing his club down, Enoch followed, striking the floor with a thud that must have been heard throughout the building.
"Come on! It's all right!" he shouted.
Seth followed his example.
Jacob dropped his weapon, but hesitated before making the leap. The distance looked very great as viewed from above, and the landing-place particularly hard.
"Come on!" Seth cried excitedly. "We can't afford to waste time now, for the Tory is bound to know what is being done, and we must be out of this room before he gets here!"
Jacob was unquestionably afraid; but the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs told that it must be done quickly, or not at all, and he let himself down by the hands, dropping to his feet from that lessened height.
Enoch did not wait to learn if his comrade made the descent in safety; each instant the noise of the footsteps sounded louder, and, holding his club ready for immediate use, he threw open the door.
The same man whom they had seen the evening previous was in the hallway, running toward them.
He raised his hand, leveling a pistol full at Enoch's head.
"Get back there, you rebel spawn!" he cried in a rage. "Get back, or I'll fire!"
"Come on, Seth!" Enoch shouted, and he flung his club at the Tory, dropping to the floor instantly he did so.
The weapon was discharged at the same interval of time that its owner's arm was thrown upward by the club, and the odds were more even.
"Close in on him now!" Enoch cried as he leaped to his feet and darted forward.
It was as if the boy no longer gave heed to possible danger; the one idea in his mind was that General Dickinson must be told why his order was not obeyed, and he paid no attention to himself, but prayed that at least one of the party might succeed in leaving the house uninjured.
The infuriated Tory struck out with his fist, hitting the boy such a blow as sent him staggering against the wall; but Seth's prompt action turned the tide of battle.
As Enoch was forced back he rushed forward with upraised club, bringing it down on the Tory's arm before he could defend himself, while Jacob closed in with a vain attempt to deal a second blow.
The man retreated, but at the same time succeeded in gaining possession of the club Enoch had thrown, and appeared a most dangerous antagonist as he stood with his back to the wall near the head of the stairs, awaiting an opportunity to deal a murderous blow.
Enoch was out of the battle only a few seconds. The partition on that side of the hallway opposite where the Tory was standing had saved him from a fall, and he at once looked around for something that would serve as a weapon.
The pistol which had fallen from the man's grasp was on the floor, and although it would not be effective against a club, might do good service at close quarters.
"Jump in on him!" Enoch cried as he rushed toward the man. "It is only necessary one of us shall get clear – "
He ceased speaking as he was forced to halt.
The Tory brandished his weapon vigorously, holding open a space directly around him, and it was certain that the first who came within reach would be permanently disabled.
"Stay where you are!" the man shouted, furious with rage. "I will kill every one, and swear to those who come in search of you that I did so while defending myself against a murderous assault made without provocation!"
"Stand back from that staircase, and there will be no need of defending yourself! We only ask for an opportunity to leave this house."
"That is what can't be done while I'm alive! Do you suppose I don't know why you came? You have been sent ahead to spy out the condition of his majesty's troops, and shall never go back to make a report. Keep your distance, I say!"
Jacob had endeavored to creep closer, thinking the Tory was not looking at him, and barely escaped a murderous blow from the club.
Although Master Ludwick did not accomplish anything himself, he opened the way for another to do so, and the battle was soon ended.
When the Tory struck at Jacob he put all his strength in the blow, and the impetus, as the weapon swung in the air meeting with no obstruction, caused him to reel and turn partially around.
At that instant, while he was not in a position to defend himself, Enoch flung the pistol as if it had been a rock, and, fortunately, hit the man full on the head.
He fell like one suddenly stricken dead, and Enoch shouted as he leaped over the prostrate body:
"Come on, boys! Keep your clubs, for there's no telling whom we may meet downstairs!"
At the same instant he seized his former weapon, and in two or three bounds was in the hall below.
Seth and Jacob followed closely at his heels, and the latter at once set about unfastening the front door, which was not only locked, but bolted and barred.
The noise of the conflict had alarmed the other inmates of the house, and they came running into the hall with loud screams.
There was no man among them, and the boys breathed more freely.
"Keep back!" Enoch cried sternly as Seth and Jacob worked at the well-fastened door. "We have fought only for our freedom, of which that man would have deprived us, and shall strike even a woman if she attempts to prevent our leaving!"
"You have killed him!" some one shrieked, and the remainder of the group set up a series of the shrillest cries for help.
"He isn't dead!" Enoch shouted at the full strength of his lungs, forced thus to exert himself in order that his words might be heard. "He will recover his senses presently; but you are not to go to him yet," he added as two of the women attempted to pass him. "We don't intend to have another fight if it can be avoided, and it's better he lays where he is for awhile. Can't you open the door, boys?"
"There are more locks and bolts here than I ever saw before," Seth replied nervously. "This house must be a regular castle when it is closed and properly defended."
A second later, just when Enoch was beginning to fear he would really be forced to carry out his threat and strike some of the females to prevent them from going up the stairs, Jacob flung open the barrier.
"Come on!" he cried, leaping into the open air, and his comrades did not delay following his example.
As they emerged the boys could see, far away to the right, a moving column of redcoats, and understood that the enemy was even then passing in force between this house and the town of Mount Holly.
"It stands us in hand to hark back on our trail at the best pace possible, otherwise we may fall into the Britishers' hands!" Jacob cried, running at full speed in the direction from which they had come on the night previous.
They surely had good reason to leave that neighborhood far in the rear without loss of time, for there was cause to fear that scouting parties of the enemy might make prisoners of them, and also that the Tory, recovering from his wounds, would come in pursuit with a force sufficiently large to overpower them.
"We should at least have brought pistols," Jacob said ten minutes later, when they halted at the brow of a hill to regain breath. "The idea of scouting around where there are plenty of enemies, with nothing but a bedpost as a weapon."
"We didn't have as much as that when we left camp," Seth replied with a laugh.
"I won't be caught in such a mess again, even if I am obliged to go against positive orders," and Master Ludwick was once more allowing his rage to become the master.
"We are bound to obey orders, no matter what the command may be," Enoch said earnestly. "But it is foolish to spend time in getting angry, when we've such a long road ahead of us. Come on, boys, and now that we have so much of a start we can afford to walk instead of run; but must not halt again until we are in camp."
It was destined, however, that the discomfited scouts should not be forced to make a long journey.
After an hour's rapid traveling they were met by a squad of Continental scouts, and told that General Dickinson's force was bearing down on Mount Holly.
"Where is the general now?" Seth asked anxiously.
"Not more than two miles in the rear. Have you seen the enemy?"
"The Britishers are between here and the town."
"Did you see the whole force?"
"We didn't stop for such a critical examination," Seth replied grimly. "Just at that time we were doing our best to escape from the house of a Tory, where we'd been kept prisoners over night, and – "
"Was it a big building on the right-hand side of the road, with four poplar trees in front?" one of the men asked.
"Yes, and the door is painted green."
"I know the house well. A rank Tory by the name of Plummer lives there, and I only hope we may be given orders to pay him a visit. I've had some dealings with that fellow myself."
Seth would have questioned the soldier as to what "dealings" he had had, but for the fact that Enoch whispered:
"We mustn't wait here to talk; the general will expect us to come to him as soon as possible."
Then, asking for and receiving more explicit directions as to where General Dickinson would be found, the boys hurried forward, and, half an hour later, were detailing their experiences to the commander.
"Not very successful on your first scout, eh?" he said with a smile when the story was finished.
"We have at least learned where the Britishers are," Seth replied grimly, "and, what is more, know that the man Plummer is not a friend of the cause."
"I think it will be a good idea to call on him when we have time. We shall bivouac here tonight, for the sun will set in less than an hour, and you boys are excused from further duty to-day. Early to-morrow morning Master Ball will report to me personally."
"I suppose that means I am to be sent back to the main army," Enoch said just a trifle petulantly when they were so far away from General Dickinson that he could not overhear the remark. "I had begun to hope I might be allowed to stay with you fellows."
"It is better to be an aid on the commander-in-chief's staff than running around the country with the risk of being caught again as we were last night," Jacob replied, and once more he was showing unmistakable signs of envy.
"I had rather be with you, and have a chance to earn the sword you are always talking about. Just think how I shall feel if I am sent riding back and forth over the country when a battle is going on."
Seth put an end to the conversation by insisting that they find a comfortable place in which to spend the night, and after he had seen to it that his horse was not suffering from lack of care, Enoch was ready and willing to take advantage of the opportunity to sleep.
The troops were awakened an hour before daylight next morning, and as the boys obeyed the summons to "turn out," they heard the more experienced soldiers talking about the fight which was imminent.
"Is there to be a battle?" Enoch asked of a veteran.
"Hardly that yet awhile, lad; but we've been sent down here to harass the enemy, an' this 'ere early call looks as if we was about to begin our work. I reckon we can count mighty sartin on swappin' shots with the Britishers before nightfall."
"And I am to go back just when it is possible I might do something!" Enoch exclaimed to his comrades, "You will have a chance to distinguish yourselves, while all I can do is to ride where there is no danger."
"Wait till you've seen as much service as I have, lad, an' then you'll bless your lucky stars that you're to be out of the scrimmage. It's well enough to talk 'bout the glory to be won on a battlefield while there's no enemy near; but when you see fifteen thousand or more agin your five or six hundred, the glory don't seem so great."
Master Ludwick looked as if he agreed perfectly with this remark of the veteran's.
Enoch knew he was not warranted in standing there pouring forth his complaints when he had been ordered to report at headquarters, and after such a toilet as it was possible to make, he went to the general's camp.
It seemed to his comrades that he had but just left them when he returned looking unusually glum.
"What's the matter?" Jacob asked. "Ain't you going?"
"That's just the trouble; I am going, and with no time to spare. It's simply a case of carrying this letter, a job that could be done as well by any girl who can ride."
"Don't make so certain of that, my son," the veteran said with an admonitory shake of the head. "There's plenty of danger in scurryin' 'round the country now, when the redcoats are scouting in every direction, and if you are overhauled there's none to help you out. Every man's duty is important in times like these, even though he may never so much as smell burning powder."
Enoch was silenced by this remark, and, after a hurried good-by to his comrades, set off in search of his horse.
General Dickinson ordered him to ride to Valley Forge, and knowing the general direction after crossing the river, he hastened on without remembering Greene had told him the army had moved.
The result of this carelessness was that he found the winter camp deserted, and was forced to ride further in search of information.
After some difficulty he learned that General Washington's force had been put in motion immediately after Generals Maxwell and Dickinson left with orders to harass the enemy, and had intended to cross at Coryell's Ferry.
It was not until the morning of the 23d that he entered the American camp at Hopewell, and delivered the written message to the commander.
General Washington, who was riding away from the encampment, received the document without remark, and after reading it turned to one of his staff as if such a person as Enoch had never existed.
There was no opportunity for the boy to explain why he had been delayed, and he fell back to the rear of the officers, regretting more than ever that he was not a regularly enlisted private, serving in the same company with Seth and Jacob.
"I ain't fit to do such work as this, and never should have tried," he muttered to himself. "Here I am of about as much service as a second tail would be to a dog, and shall only bungle the next thing I am called upon to do, if indeed General Washington is willing to trust me with anything else."
"Hello, lad! You're looking uncommonly glum this morning, even though you are riding when the rest of us are obliged to foot it, and carry our own trunks in the bargain."
A cry of glad surprise burst from Enoch's lips as he saw, on turning, Greene the spy.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, reining in his horse and leaping to the ground.
"Trying to do my duty, though it ain't no ways pleasant while the weather is so scorching hot."
"I didn't know you were in the ranks with the others."
"Why not? I'm only a private, even though I did work 'round Philadelphia during the winter, and haven't succeeded in being given a place on the staff of the commander-in-chief."
"That's exactly what was troubling me when you spoke," Enoch cried. "I am not fit for such a place, and it's lucky I'm not really an aid. I can't even ride from one town to another without making a mistake."
Then Enoch, glad of an opportunity to free his mind, told Greene of all that had happened to him, and the latter said cheerily when the story was finished:
"I don't understand you've got any good cause to complain. That you went to Valley Forge was Dickinson's mistake, even though I did tell you the army had moved."
"But General Washington didn't even ask me why I was so long getting here, and most likely thinks I'm a regular fool."
"I'll guarantee it hasn't so much as come into his mind, or you may be positive he'd said something. I allow you'll hear from it before night."
"Is the army to remain in camp?"
"It seems that way; but it don't stand to reason we shall be idle very long. Colonel Daniel Morgan and six hundred of his command were sent yesterday to reinforce Maxwell, which looks like business, and I allow we shall all be headed for the Britishers before we're many hours older. You say Dickinson was getting ready for business when you left?"
"That is what I heard. We were called an hour before daylight, and the men were not in line when I came away."
"There's no question but that Maxwell and Dickinson will pepper Clinton in good shape before his force gets very far on their way, and when everything is to General Washington's liking we shall fall upon them."
"But what am I to do in the meanwhile, Mr. Greene?"
"Stay where you are, and mess with me, if it so happens that you're not sent for to come to headquarters."
"But I want to be in the ranks where I'll have a chance to help in the fighting."
"My boy," and now Greene was very grave, "don't fret; you'll have all of such work you could wish for, whether acting as aid or making a poor show as a private. It is your duty to take things as they come, without finding fault. Let's get back to camp and see that your horse is fed, for there's no knowing how soon you may call on him for a spell of hard work."
General Washington and his staff had disappeared in the distance, and Enoch acted upon the spy's advice at once.
The horse was given a generous breakfast, and while he was eating it the boy sat down by the side of the spy to hear what the latter had been doing since the two parted at General Arnold's headquarters.
"It isn't much of a story, lad. My work in Philadelphia being finished, I came back here to rejoin my company, but found they had left camp, therefore am forced to hang on with the others until we overtake General Dickinson, which I'm hoping we shall do before the battle – "
"Is this the boy who brought a message from Dickinson?" an officer asked as he came toward the two rapidly.
"It is," Greene replied.
"He is wanted at headquarters immediately."
The officer turned on his heel, having discharged his duty, and the spy said triumphantly to Enoch:
"What did I tell you, lad? It seems you haven't been forgotten yet. Go on, and I'll wait here in order to see you before you leave us again, for I allow your work as aid isn't finished."
