"No," denied the girl. "I did n"t want to listen by stealth, but since I did, I"m no tale-bearer."
Raising the hand he held by the wrist, Charles kissed it.
"I should have known you were no eavesdropper, Miss Janice," he said, releasing his hold.
"But--Oh, what is it you are going to do?" asked Janice.
"I have your word that it goes no further?"
"Yes."
"A secret letter came to the Brunswick Committee yester-morn from General Washington, saying that it had just been discovered that their powder account was a lie, and that there were less than ten rounds to each man in stock. He knew by some means of what is here, and he begged the committee to send it to him; for if the British attacked him in his present plight, "t would be fatal. And yet what think you the committee did?"
"They asked you to take it to him?"
"Not they, the--Ah! there "s no words to fit them. Old Hennion, mean hunks that he is, wanted them to write and offer to sell it at double what had been paid for "t, while Bagby would n"t part with it on any terms, because he said "t was needed by the "Invincibles" to defend the town. The two voted down Parson McClave, who declared that Brunswick should be laid in ashes rather than that Washington should not be helped. Ah, Miss Janice, that "s a man for these times."
"Then what dost intend?"
"The parson came to me to counsel what was best, and "tween us we concocted a plan to outwit the time-servers.
There are plenty of fellows of spirit in the "Invincibles," and "t is our scheme to steal the powder some night, put it on a sloop, and be to sea before daylight."
"How monstrous exciting!" exclaimed Janice, her eyes sparkling. "And you--"
"I"ll lead them. I"m desperate enough to do anything that has risk. There"s real fighting there, if the accounts speak true, and perhaps a bullet will cancel both my shame and my bond--ay, and my--my love for you. For I love you, Miss Janice, love you more
Though taken very much by surprise, Janice drew herself up proudly, and interrupted: "You forget--" she began.
"Of course I forget!" broke in the groom. "What would love be worth if it did n"t forget everything but itself? I forget I"m a bond-servant, you "d say. So I should if I were a king. But you are too heartless to know what love is," he ended bitterly.
""T is not so," denied Janice, angrily; "but I"ll love no redemptioner, though he be as good-looking and good-tempered as you are ill-natured and ugly."
"And who are you," demanded the man, pa.s.sionately, "to take such mighty airs? A daughter of a n.o.body, dubbed Esquire because he is the biggest bubble in a pint pot."
"I shall not stay here to be insulted," cried Janice, moving away. But in the doorway her exasperation got the better of her dignity, and she faced about and said: "You evidently don"t know that my great-grandfather was Edward Byllynge."
The man laughed contemptuously. "Why, you little ninny,"
he retorted, "my great-grandfather was king of England!"
Janice caught hold of the lintel, and stood as if transfixed for a moment, even the mortifying epithet of the groom forgotten in her amazement. "A likely tale!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed finally when the first mute surprise was conquered.
The bond-servant had gained control of himself in the pause, for he quietly rejoined: ""T is true enough, though nothing to make boast of, save to those who set great store by grandfathers." Then, in a sadder tone, he added: ""T was a foolish brag I never thought to make, for it carries more shame than honour, and "t is therefore best forgotten.
Moreover, I ask your pardon for saying what else I did; "t was my tongue and not my heart which spoke."
The insult being atoned, Janice came back. "You said you would tell me your history."
"But then--that was when I hoped--a fool I was." The redemptioner paused, and then took a quick step toward Janice with an eager look on his face and his hand outstretched.
"There is but one woman in the world can gain the right to hear my sorry tale. May I tell it to you?"
Young and inexperienced as the girl was, the implication of the question was too obvious for her to miss, and she replied, "No."
The man dropped his arm and stood quietly for a moment, then gave a short, abrupt laugh. "Either "t is my lot to worship clay idols," he said, "or no woman is worth loving."
"Small blame to them for not loving you," rejoined Janice.
"Electing to marry a put like Hennion! There"s a husband of whom to be proud."
"At least he is no indentured servant," retorted the girl, in her irritation, walking away from the stable. Once through the garden and in sight of the house, she halted, her attention attracted by some to-do about the porch. Coming swiftly forward, it was to discover the squire there, candle in hand, to light the dismounting of a horseman, and that no less than Mr. Evatt.
"A welcome to ye," the host was saying. "Peg, tell Charles to come and take this horse. Get ye into the house, man; I"ll hold him. Ah! Jan. Take Mr. Evatt in, la.s.s, and tell your mother we"ve a visitor."
Janice, feeling strangely shy, led the way to the parlour, and when her mother, after the briefest of greetings, promptly bustled off to order a gla.s.s of wine and to inspect the best lodging-room--as guest chambers were then termed--her embarra.s.sment was sufficient to bring the blood glowing into her cheeks, while, not daring so much as to meet Evatt"s eye, she hung her head and had much ado to keep from trembling.
Evatt stood with a broad smile on his face and unconcealed pleasure in his eyes, for in truth the girl made a picture to charm any man; and not till Janice lifted her eyes, and shot a furtive look at him, did he move toward her. He took her hand and whispered: "For nine months I"ve thought me of those lips and wondered when I should have taste of them.
Quickly, or thy father will--"
"You must n"t!" gasped Janice, hanging her head more than ever. "I"m to marry Philemon."
"Tush!" exclaimed the man. "I heard that tarradiddle in York City. Why, thou "rt promised to me, dost not remember, and I"ll not release thee, that I bind to. Wouldst rather have that clout than me, Janice?"
Very falteringly and still with downcast face the girl murmured, "No."
"Then I"ll save ye from him, mark my word. Come, up with your lips, and give me a kiss for the promise. What!
still frightened? "T is nothing so terrible. A court lady would have had a dozen kisses in the time I"ve pleaded.
And ye are no mere country hoyden, without manners or--"
Already Janice was raising her head, the possibility of seeming countrified being worse even than a man"s caress; but her intended submission and Evatt"s speech were both interrupted by the clump of boots in the hall, and the pair had barely time to a.s.sume less tell-tale att.i.tudes when the squire and Phil were standing in the doorway.
"Friend Evatt," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Meredith, "come to my office at once. I"ve a matter needing your advice. La.s.s, tell your mother to send us the Madeira and rum, with some hot water, but let us not be disturbed."
Evatt made a grimace as he followed, and threw himself into a chair with a suggestion of irritation.
"This lad, for a reason he won"t tell," began the squire, as he closed the door, "has kept eye on a bondsman of mine, and this evening, as luck would have it, he stood upon a barrel, by one of the stable windows, and overheard a pretty story the fellow told to some one whom Phil could n"t see. Tell it o"er, lad, as ye told it me."
Hennion, thus admonished, retold the story of the powder, as the bond-servant had related it to Janice. But two omissions he made: the first being a failure to mention the connection of his father with the matter, and the second the presence of Janice in the stable.
"Here "s news indeed!" exclaimed Evatt.
"Ay. But what to do with it is the question."
"Do! Why, get word of it to Howe as quick as may be, so that he may take advantage of their plight. We must send him a letter."
""T is easier said than done. Boston is encompa.s.sed, and no man can get through the lines."
"I have it. The "Asia" frigate, with her tender, lies in the lower bay at New York; the latter can be sent round with a letter to Boston. And ye shall bear it, lad," added Evatt, turning to Phil.
""T ain"t no wish of mine," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Philemon.
"There is no one else we can trust. "T will be but a month"s affair, at worst."