"And you thought he was in England, safe and comfortable, and learning his lessons?"
"I did, and thanked G.o.d for it."
"Now, I would offer thanks for the other things. If I were an American it would gladden my heart to have a son like that. The young man thinks he has been doing his duty; be a little proud of him. I"ll be bound he deserves it. Who arrested him?"
"Some soldiers from the Highland regiment."
"How did they happen to know? Could Macpherson have informed? Oh, impossible! What am I saying? Where was he taken?"
"At Elder Semple"s landing."
"You confound me, Bradley. I will stake my honor on the Semples"s loyalty--father and son both. What was he doing there?"
"He had the old reason for calamity--a woman. He is in love with the Elder"s granddaughter, and Agnes thinks he must have landed hoping to see her."
"You mean, he had a tryst with her?"
"I only surmise. I can tell nothing surely."
"I will go with you to court, Bradley. Can you send a man with a message to Colonel Pennington?"
This done they went out together, and many looked curiously at the lord and the saddler walking the streets of New York in company. For in those days the lines of caste were severely drawn. When they entered the courtroom the case of the Semples was being heard; but Harry sat a little apart, on either side of him a soldier. The father fixed his eyes upon him, and a proud flush warmed his white face at the sight of the lad"s dauntless bearing and calm, almost cheerful, aspect.
Lord Medway looked first toward the Semples, and conspicuously bowed to both of them. The Elder was evidently sick, fretful, and suffering. Neil was wounded in every fiber of his proud nature. The loyalty, the honor, the good name of the Semples had been, he believed, irrevocably injured; for he was lawyer enough to know that it is nearly as bad to be suspected as to be guilty. And, small as the matter seemed in comparison, he was intensely mortified at the personal disarray of his father and himself. The men who arrested them had given them no time to arrange their clothing, and Neil knew they looked more suspiciously guilty for want of their clean laces and the renovating influences of water and brushes.
The a.s.sistant magistrate, Peter DuBois, was just questioning Elder Semple.
"Look at the prisoner taken on your premises, Mr. Semple. Do you know him?"
"I never saw him in a" my life before his arrest."
"Did you know he was using your landing?"
"Not I. I was fast asleep in my bed."
"Mr. Neil Semple, what have you to say?"
"I was sitting partially dressed, reading in my room. I have no knowledge whatever of the young man, nor can I give you any reason why our landing should have been used by him."
Mr. Curtis then spoke eloquently of the unstained loyalty of the Semples, and of their honorable life for half a century in the city of New York. But Peter DuBois held that they were not innocent, inasmuch as they had been so careless of His Majesty"s interests as to permit their premises to be used for treasonable purposes.
"The Court must first prove the treasonable purposes," said Mr. Curtis.
"The Court proposes to do so," answered DuBois. "Henry Deane, stand up!"
and as he did so Bradley uttered a sharp cry and rose to his feet also.
In this hour Harry looked indeed a son to be proud of. He showed no fear, and was equally free from that bl.u.s.ter that often cloaks fear, but raised a face calm and cheerful--the face of a man who knows that he has done nothing worthy of blame.
"Henry Deane," said DuBois, "is there anyone in New York who knows you?"
_"I do!"_ shouted John Bradley. "He is my son! My dear son, Henry Deane Bradley;" and with the words he marched to his son"s side and threw his arms about his neck.
"Oh, father! father, forgive me!"
"Oh, Harry! Harry! I have nothing to forgive!" and he kissed him in the sight of the whole court, and wept over him like a mother.
The whole affair had been so sudden, so startling and affecting, that it was not at once interrupted. But in a few moments the examination proceeded, DuBois asking, "Do you know the Semples?"
"I have seen them often. I have never spoken to either of them in all my life."
"What took you to their landing, then?"
"I know it so well. When I was a little boy I used to borrow Elder Semple"s boat if I wished to fish or row, because I knew they were busy in the city and would not miss it. So I got used to their landing years ago."
"Had you any special reason for going there last night?"
"Yes. It was a good place to wait until the moon rose."
"No other reason?"
"Habit."
"Nothing to get there?"
"Nothing at all."
"No one to see there?"
"No one."
Lord Medway sighed heavily. The words were a tremendous relief. If the young man had named Maria it would have been shameful and unbearable. He began now to take more interest in him.
"You refused to tell last night," said DuBois, "to whom you were carrying the clothing and _the saddle_ that was in your boat. Will you now name the person or persons?"
"No. I refuse to name them."
"From whom did you receive or purchase these articles?"
"I refuse to say."
"Perhaps from the Semples?"
"Certainly not. I never received and never bought a pin"s worth from the Semples."
In fact, no evidence of complicity could either be found or manufactured against the Semples, and Mr. Curtis demanded their honorable acquittal.
But they were good subjects for plunder, and DuBois had already intimated to Judge Matthews how their purses could be reached. In pursuance of this advice, Judge Matthews said:
"The loyalty of Alexander Semple and of his son, Neil Semple, cannot be questioned; but they have been unfortunately careless of His Majesty"s rights in permitting their premises to be of aid and comfort to rebels; and therefore, as an acknowledgment of this fault, and as a preventative to its recurrence, Alexander Semple is fined two hundred pounds and Neil Semple one hundred pounds. The prisoners are free upon their own recognizances until the fifteenth day of November, when they must appear in this court and pay the fines as decided."