Altsheler, Joseph - [Novel 09]

by In Hostile Red (lit)

  " We have them now ! " cried Marcel. " Their pistols are empty, and they cannot reload them while going at this pace ! "

  In truth they were doomed apparently to be our prisoners and that, too, speedily. Our horses were the swifter and stronger, and our loaded pistols were in our belts. The fugitives seemed helpless.

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  They looked back as if studying their chances, and I saw their faces clearly. When they had fired their pistols, the glimpse had been too fleeting, but I knew them now. They were Vivian and Belfort.

  My heart thrilled with various emotions. Vivian was our good friend, a man of whom we had the most pleasant memories. We could not fire upon him. Belfort was my enemy, yet I believed that I had triumphed over him, and surely one can afford to forgive the enemy from whom he has taken the victory. I could not fire upon him, in such a situa- tion, any more than I could fire upon Vivian.

  " Lower your pistol ! " I cried to Marcel. " Do you not see who they are ? "

  " I do see, and you are right, " said Marcel, as he replaced his weapon in its holster. We gradually checked the speed of our horses, and in a few moments the fugitives began to draw away from us. Five minutes later they galloped across the fields and to the safety of their own army. Whether they recognized us or not, I do not know.

  As we turned and rode back through the sub- urbs, a woman on horseback met us. It was Mary Desmond.

  " Why did you let them go ? " she asked, speak- ing to me, rather than to Marcel.

  "They were Vivian and Belfort," I replied. "Surely you would not have had us to fire upon either ? "

  "I should not have forgiven you, if you had," she replied.

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  American force, and she had seen part of our pur- suit. She, too, bore the flush of triumph upon her face, and in truth it was a great day for her as well as for us. She had done a man's work, and more than a man's work in the cause of her country.

  " Yes, I am glad you let them go," she repeated as we rode back together. " It is not likely that w*. shall ever see either again."

  We rode with her to her father's house, and then went to quarters. Jusfc about sunset a colored man came to us with a note from John Desmond, asking us to dinner at his house that night. No excuse would be accepted, he said, and as for leave, that had been granted already by our colonel. There was no probability that either Marcel or I would seek an excuse to stay away from John Desmond's house, and as soon as we could put our toilets in proper trim we went to his residence, a great square brick building, lighted with many lights. Some carriages stood in the street in front, yet we were badly prepared for a company of the extent and rank that we found assembled there, with General Washington himself at its head. In truth, we were somewhat abashed, thinking ourselves out of place with generals and colonels ; but the commander-in- ch ief shook our hands, and seemed to be in a gay humor, uncommon for him.

  " Mr. Desmond and his daughter were bound to have you," he said. " They told me that they met you first at a banquet under embarrassing circum- stances, and it is only fair to have you now at a dinner where everybody appears as what he is." 278

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  Mary Desmond came in presently, and never be- fore had I seen a woman so shine as she did that night She had dressed herself as for a triumph, and jewels glittered on her neck and in her hair. Her face was illumed by a great joy, all her reserve was gone, but the charm which had first drawn me to her cast a more potent spell than ever. If I had not already been deep in love with her, I should have become so then. I wondered why every man present was not eager to lay his heart at her feet. Perhaps I was not the only one present who was !

  Our dinner was brief, for the generals could linger only a little when an enemy must be pursued. In truth, the main army was already in pursuit, and it was known to only a few that General Washington was at John Desmond's house. His was but a flying visit. Yet the dinner was joyous. All be- lieved that this return to Philadelphia marked the swift rise of our fortunes. Presently wine-glasses were filled, and General Washington stood up.

  " I have heard of a toast that some drank in the presence of Sir William Howe," he said, " and I wish to return it. Let us drink to the health of John Desmond, one of our truest and most useful patriots."

  We drank, and the old man flushed deep with gratified pride.

  " And now," resumed the general, " let us drink to the best patriot of all, the daring messenger and horsewoman, Miss Marv Desmond. Happy the country that can claim her, and happy the man ! To Miss Mary Desmond'" 279

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  No toast was ever drunk with a better will.

  The commander-in-chief and the generals went away in a few minutes, but Marcel and I stayed a little longer.

  " We pursue the enemy to-morrow," I said to Mary Desmond as I bade her good-night, "and there will soon be a battle."

  She looked steadily into my eyes, but in a mo- ment a light flush swept over her beautiful face.

  "May you come back safely, Lieutenant Chester," she said.

  " Will you care ? " I asked.

  " I do care," she replied. I thought I felt her fingers quiver as she gave me her hand, but she withdrew it in an instant, and I came away.

  Our vanguard under Wildfoot, with Marcel and me by his side, began the pursuit of the British the next day.

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  THE troop, led by Wildfoot, numbered not more than fifty horsemen, but all were strong and wiry, and bore them- selves in the easy alert manner that betokens experience, and much of it. Moreover, they were well mounted, a point of extreme im- portance. Marcel and I deemed ourselves fortunate to be included in such a band, and that we were high in the partisan chiefs favor, we had good evi- dence, because before we started he brought us two exceptionally fine horses and bade us exchange our mounts for them, temporarily.

  " You must do it, as you are likely to need their speed and strength," he said, when we showed reluctance, for good cavalry horses were worth their weight in silver, at least in those days, and we did not like to take the responsibility of their possible loss.

  " Then you mean to give us some work, I take it," said Marcel.

  " Not much to-day," replied the partisan, " as I operate best in the dark ; so shall I wait until sun- down, but I hope that we shall then get through with a fair night's work." 281

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  Wildfoot's men seem to trust him absolutely. They never asked him where they were going or what they were expected to do, but followed cheer- fully wherever he led. The partisan himself con- tinued in the great good humor that had marked him when we entered Philadelphia. He sang a bit under his breath and smiled frequently. Whether he was happy over deeds achieved or others to come, I could not tell. But I saw that our duties were to be of a scouting nature, as was indicated clearly by the character of the force under his command.

  We rode for a while in the track of the British army, a huge trail made by the passage of sixteen thousand troops, and a camp train twelve miles long. Many Tories, too, not fortunate enough to secure passage on the ships down the river, had fol- lowed the army, filled with panic and dreading re- taliation from the triumphant patriots whom some of their kind had persecuted cruelly in the days when our fortunes were lower.

  It was easy enough for us to overtake the British army, which was dragging itself painfully over the hills and across the fields. A body of fifteen or twenty thousand men can move but slowly in the best of times, and in the terrible heat which had suddenly settled down, the British forces merely crept towards New York. Soon we saw their red coats and shin- ning arms through the trees, and heard the murmur of the thousands. However we bore off to one side, passing out of sight, and made a wide curve, apparently for the purpose of examining the country, and to see whether the British had sent out skir-
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  raishing or foraging parties. But we saw neither, and shortly after sunset our curve brought us back to the enemy's army, which had gone into camp for the night, their fires Baring redly against the background of the darkness. We stopped upon the crest of a little hill, from which we could see the camp very well and sat there for a few minutes, watching. Being in the darkness we were invisible, but many blazing heaps of wood shed their light over the hostile army.

  " They seem to be taking their ease," said Wild- foot. " It ought not to be allowed, but we will not disturb them for the present"

  Then he withdrew our men about a mile, and, halting them in a thick wood, ordered them to eat of the food in their knapsacks. But Marcel and me he summoned to go with him on a little journey that he purposed to take.

  " We shall not be gone more than an hour or two," he said, " and we will find the men waiting for us here when we come back."

  We curved again as we rode away. In truth, we had been making so many curves that it was hard for me to retain any idea of direction. In a half hour we saw a light, and then the house from which it came, a low but rather large building of heavy logs, standing in a small clearing in the forest.

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  from his horse there, we did likewise, and waited to see what he would do next.

  " We will tie our horses here," he said. " No one will see them, and as they are old campaigners, they are too well trained to make a noise."

  Again we imitated his example, and tethered our horses to the boughs of trees.

  " Now," said Wildfoot, when that was done, " we will call on a lady."

  The moon was shining a little, and I thought I saw a faint smile on his face. I was full of curiosity, and Marcel beside me uttered a little exclamation. The name of woman was always potent with this South Carolina Frenchman ; but we said nothing, content, perforce, to be silent and wait.

  " She is not so handsome as Miss Mary Desmond," continued Wildfoot, smiling again a little, and this time at rne. " Few are ; but as she finds no fault with it herself, none other should."

  But Marcel had begun to brush his uniform with his hands, and settle the handsome sword, which was liis proudest adornment, a little more rakishly by his side.

  W T e walked to the door and knocked, and when some one within wished to know in a strong voice who was there, Wildfoot responded with a question.

  " Are you alone ? " he asked.

  " Yes," said the voice. " Who is it ? "

  " Wildfoot and two friends."

  The door was opened at once, and we entered, beholding a woman who seemed to be the sole 284

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  occupant of the house. At least none other was visible.

  " I hope you are well, mother," said Wildfoot, and the woman nodded.

  But I saw at once that she was no mother of his, although old enough. She, too, was large and pow- erful, almost masculine in build, but there was no similarity whatever in the features.

  " Lieutenant Chester and Lieutenant Marcel of the American army, good friends of mine and trusted comrades," said Wildfoot, "and this, gentlemen," he continued to us, " is Mother Melrosc, as loyal a patriot as you can find in the Thirteen Colonies, and one who has passed many a good bit of information from the British army in Philadelphia on to those who needed it most. Mother, can't you find us some- thing to eat while we talk ? "

  The woman looked pleased with his praise, and speedily put upon a table substantial fowl, which we attacked with the zest that comes of hard riding. Yet from the first I studied the room and the woman with curiosity and interest.

  The note of Mother Melrose's manner and air was self-reliance. She walked like a grenadier, and her look said very plainly that she feared few things. She must have been at least sixty, and perhaps was never beautiful. I surmised, from the complete un- derstanding so evidently existing between her and Wildfoot, that she helped him in his forays, warning him of hostile expeditions, sending him news of wagon trains that could be cut off, and otherwise serving the cause. There were many such brave 285

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  women who gave us great aid in this war. But I wondered at a fortitude that could endure such a lonely and dangerous life.

  " Do you know that the British army is encamped near you, mother ? " asked Wildfoot, as we drank a little wine that she brought from a recess, probably captured by Wildfoot himself from some wagon train.

  " I know it," she replied, her old eyes lifting up, " and glory be to God, they have been forced to run away from Philadelphia at last ! "

  She passed presently into a rear room which seemed to be a kitchen, and Marcel said :

  " A fine patriot, but has she no sons, nobody to help her here and to protect her, maybe? "

  " She can protect herself well enough," replied Wildfoot, " and there is nobody else in this house except a serving lad, who, I suspect, is in the kitchen helping himself to a little extra supper. But she has sons, three of them. They 're in our business, and far away from here."

  " Three for the cause," I commented. " That is doing well."

  " Two fight for the Congress and one for the king," said Wildfoot. " The one who serves the king is her youngest and best beloved. Nothing can change that, dthough, as far as her power goes, the king has no greater opponent than she."

  " Strange ! " said Marcel.

  But it did not seem so very strange to me.

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  more, and Wildfoot's questions disclosed that his ob- ject in coming to the house was to see if she had any better information than he had been able to pick up. But she could tell him of no hostile party that he might cut off.

  Our conversation was ended suddenly by a shock of red hair thrust in at the door, and a voice, coming from somewhere behind the red hair, announcing that some one was coining. It was the serving boy who gave ua the timely warning.

  " It must be the enemy," said Wildfoot. " No Americans except ours are near here, and they would not come contrary to my express order. How many are they, Timothy ? "

  " Three men on horseback, and they are British," replied Timothy.

  " You can go out the back way and escape into the forest without any trouble," said the woman.

  " I don't know that we want to escape," replied Wildfoot, " especially as we are three to three. Neither are we looking for a skirmish just now ; so, by your permission, mother, we will step into the next room, and wait for your new guests to disclose themselves."

  Mother Melrose offered no objection, and we entered a room adjoining the one in which we had been eating. It was unlimited, but the house seemed to have been a sort of country inn in more peaceful times, and this apartment into which we had just come, was the parlor.

  " Leave the door ajar an inch or two, that we may see," said Wildfoot, and the woman obeyed. A 287

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  minute later there was a heavy knock, as if who- ever came, came with confidence. Mother Melrose opened the door in an unconcerned manner, as if such knocks were a common occurrence at her house, and three British officers entered, that is, two were Englishmen, and the third was a Hessian. The faces of the Englishmen were young, open, and at- tractive, but that of the Hessian I did not like. We did not dislike the English officers in this war, who were mostly honest men serving the cause of their country ; but we did hate the Hessians, who were mere mercenaries, besides being more cruel than the British, and when I say "hate," I use the word with emphasis.

  They, too, seemed to have taken the place for a sort of country inn, and sat down at the table from which Mother Melrose had hastily cleared
the dishes of our own supper.

  " Can 't you give us something to eat, mistress ? asked one of the Englishmen. "We are tired of camp fare, and we pay gold."

  " Provisions are scarce," replied Mother Melrose ; " but I am willing to do my best, because you travel in such haste that I may never have another chance to serve you."

  "She has pricked you very neatly, Osborne," laughed the other Englishman, "but I am free to confess that we would travel faster if the weather were not so deucedly hot. We don't have such a Tophet of a summer in England, and I'm glad of it. Any rebels about, mistress ? "

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  of the British army rather than behind it, and we were not expected in this quarter; but Mother Melrose never flinched. "No, you are safe," she replied.

  " That 's for you, Hunston," said Osborne, laughing in his turn, " but I would have you to know, good mistress, that we are giving up Philadelphia to your great Mr. Washington out of kindness, pure kind- ness. He starved and froze, out there at Valley Forge, so long that we thought he needed a change and city comforts, and as there is plenty of room for all of ours in New York, we concluded, and again I say it was out of the kindness of our souls, to give him Philadelphia."