"Nigh four thousand; and at Trenton and Burlington, Mr.
Meredith, the people are flocking in in such numbers that over four hundred took the king"s oath yesterday," responded McKenzie.
"That shows how the wind holds, and what a summer"s squall the whole thing has been," answered the host, gleefully; "I always said "t was a big windy bubble, that needed but the p.r.i.c.k of British bayonets to collapse."
"There"ll be little left of it by spring, I doubt not," a.s.serted Howe. "In faith, we may take it as a providence that we could not cross the Delaware, for a three-months will probably put an end to all armed opposition, and we may march into Pennsylvania with beating drums and flying colours.
Even Cornwallis himself confesses that time is playing our game."
"Miss Meredith will be put to "t to find a new toast,"
suggested Balfour.
"Well spoke," laughed his superior. "What will it be, fair rebel?"
"However," a.s.serted Janice.
"Bravo!" vociferated the general. "Now indeed rebellion is on its last legs. You make me regret I can tarry but the meal, for when submission is so near "t is a pity not to stay and complete it."
"Was that why you left the Delaware, your Excellency?"
asked Janice, archly.
The colour came flushing into Howe"s cheeks, while both father and mother spoke sharply to the girl for her boldness and impertinence. But in a moment the general"s good-nature was once more in the ascendant, and he interfered to save her from the scolding.
"Nay, nay," he interjected. ""T was but a proper retort to my teasing. I left the Delaware, Miss Janice, because the "Brune" frigate sails for England in three days, and there are despatches to be writ and sent by her. And for the same reason I can tarry here but another hour, much as I should like to stay. Mr. Meredith, "t is a man"s duty to aid a creditor to pay his debts. May I not hope to see you and Mrs. Meredith and Miss Janice at headquarters ere long? For if you come not willingly, I"ll put Miss Janice under arrest as an arrant and avowed rebel, and have her brought to York under guard."
The departure of these guests gave but a brief quiet to the household, for two days later, at dusk, Clowes rode up, and his coming was welcomed all the more warmly that his escort of half a dozen dragoons led with them Joggles and Jumper.
"Have in, have in, man," cried the host, genially, "to where there "s a fire and something to warm your vitals."
"Curse thy climate!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the new-comer, as he stamped and shook himself in the hallway, to rid his shoulders and boots of their burden of snow. "The storm came on after we started; and six hours it "s took us to ride from Princeton, while the wind blew so I feared the cattle would founder. But here "s warmth enough to make up for the weather," he added, as he entered the parlour, all aglow with the light of the great blazing logs, and of the brushwood and corn-cobs which Janice had thrown on their top when the horses had first been heard at the door. He shook Mrs.
Meredith"s hand, and then extended his own to Janice, only to have it ignored by her. In spite of this, and of an erect att.i.tude, meant to express both distance and haughtiness, her flushed cheeks, and eyes that looked everywhere except into those of the visitor, proved that the girl was not as unmoved as she wished to appear.
"Where are thy manners, Jan?" reproved the father, who, having declared an amnesty as regarded the past, forgot that his daughter might not be equally forgiving.
"Give Mr.--Lord Clowes thy hand, child," commanded her mother, sternly, "and place a seat for him by the fire."
Janice pulled one of the chairs nearer to the chimney breast, and then returned to the quilting-frame, at which she had been working when the interruption came.
"Didst hear me?" demanded Mrs. Meredith.
Janice turned and faced the three bravely, though her voice trembled a little as she replied: "I will not shake his hand."
"Yoicks! Here "s a kettle of fish!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the commissary.
"What"s wrong?"
"Janice, do as thou art told, or go to thy room," ordered the mother.
The girl opened her lips as if about to protest, but courage failed her, and she hurriedly left the parlour, and flying to her room, she threw herself on the bed and wept out her sense of wrong on her pillow.
"I never would have, if he had n"t--and it was n"t I asked him to the house--and he took a mean advantage--and he was n"t scolded for it, nor shamed to all the people--and now they show him every honour, though he--though for a year it was held up to me."
Presently the girl became conscious of the clatter of knives and forks on plates in the room beneath her, and of an accompaniment of cheerful voices and laughter. Far from lessening her woe, they only served to intensify it, till finally she rose in a kind of desperation, wishing only to escape from the merry sounds. "I"ll go and see Clarion and Joggles and Jumper,"
she thought. "They love me, and--and they don"t punish me when others are to blame."
Not choosing to pa.s.s through the kitchen, where the dragoons would probably be sitting, she stole out of the front door, without wrap or calash, and in an instant was almost swept off her feet and nearly blinded by the rush of wind and snow.
Heeding neither, nor the instant wetting of her slippered feet, she struggled on through the waxing drifts to the stable door.
With a sigh of relief that the goal was attained, she pa.s.sed through the partly open doorway and paused at last, breathless from her exertion.
On the instant she caught her breath, however, and then demanded, "Who "s there?" A whinny from Joggles was the only response. Taking no heed of the horse"s greeting, Janice stood, listening intently for a repet.i.tion of the sound that had alarmed her. "I heard you," she continued, after a moment. Then she gave a little cry of fright, which was scarcely uttered when it was succeeded by a half-sob and half-exclamation of mingled joy and relief. "Oh, Clarion!"
she exclaimed, "you gave me such a turn, with your cold nose.
And what was mommy"s darling doing with the harness? I thought some one was here."
Again Joggles whinnied, and, her fright entirely gone, Janice walked to his stall. "Was my precious glad to get back?" she asked, patting him on the back as she went into the stall. "Why, my poor dear! Did they go to their supper without even taking his saddle off? Well, he should-- and his bridle, too, so that he could n"t eat his hay! "T was a shame, and--" Once again, Janice uttered an exclamation of fright, as her fingers, moving blindly forward in search of the buckle, came in contact with some cloth, under which she felt a man"s arm. Nor was her fright lessened, though she did not scream, when instantly her arm in turn was seized firmly. The unknown peril is always the most terrifying.
"I did not want to frighten you, Miss Janice--" began the interloper.
"Charles!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the girl. "I mean, Colonel Brereton."
"I thought you "d scarcely come into the stall, and hoped to get away undiscovered."
"But what are you--I thought you were across--How did you get here?"
"I had business to the northward," explained the officer, "and meant to have been in Bound Brook by this time. But the cursed snow came on, and, not having travelled the westerly roads, I thought best to keep to those with which I was familiar, though knowing full well that I ran the risk of landing in the arms of the British. Fortunately their troops are no fonder of facing our American weather than our American riflemen, and tucked themselves within doors, leaving it to us--" There the aide checked his flow of words.
"But why did you come here?"
Brereton laughed. "Does not a runaway servant always turn horse thief? My mare has covered near forty miles to-day, the last ten of it in the face of this storm, and so I left her at the Van Meter barn, and thought to borrow Joggles to ride on to Morristown to do the rest." Colonel Brereton"s hand, which had continued on the girl"s arm, relaxed its firm hold, and slipped down till it held her fingers. "And then, I--I wanted word of you, for the stories of Hessian doings that come to us are enough to make any man anxious." Janice felt his lips on her hand. "All is well with you?" he asked eagerly, after the caress.
Janice, forgetful of her recent woe, answered in the affirmative, as she tried to draw herself away. Her attempt only led to the man"s hand on hers tightening its grip. "I can"t let you go, Miss Janice, till you give me your word not to speak of this meeting. They could scarce catch me such a night, but my mission is too vital to take any risks."
"I promise," acceded Janice, readily.
Brereton let go her hand at once, and his fingers rattled the bit, as he hastily completed the buckling the girl"s entrance had interrupted. "If I never return, you will claim your namesake, my mare, Miss Janice," he suggested as he backed Joggles out of the stall. "And treat her well, I beg you. She"s the one thing that has any love for me. G.o.d knows if I ever see her again.
Forgetting that Brereton could not see her, Janice nodded her head. "You are going for good?" she asked.
"I fear for anything but that! For good or bad, however, I must ride my thirty miles to-night."
"Thirty miles!" cried Janice, with a shiver. "And your hands are dreadfully cold, and your teeth chatter."
""T is only the chill of inaction after hard and hungry riding.
Ten minutes of cantering will set the blood jumping again."
"Can"t you wait a moment while I get something for you to eat?" besought the girl.
"Bless you for the thought," replied the aide, with a little husk in his voice. "But my mission is too important to risk delay, much more the nearness of yon dragoons."
"For what are you going?" questioned Janice.
"To order--to get the dice for a last desperate main."