""Children, obey thy parents in the Lord, for this is right,""
quoted Mrs. Meredith, sternly.
"G.o.d never meant for me to lie--and that "s what you would have me do."
The squire stepped into the hail, and returned with his riding-whip.
"Thou "rt a great girl to be whipped, Janice," he announced; "but if thou "rt not old enough to obey, thou "rt not too old for a trouncing. Quickly, now, which wilt thou have?"
"You can kill me, but I"ll keep my word," panted the maiden, while shaking with fear at her resistance, at the threatened punishment, and still more at the shame of its publicity.
Forgetful of everything in his anger, the squire strode toward his daughter to carry out his threat. Ere he had crossed the room, however, to where she stood, his way was barred by Philemon.
"Look a-here, squire," the officer remonstrated, "I ain"t a-goin" ter stand by and see Janice hit, no ways, so if there "s any thrashin" ter be done, you"ve got ter begin on me."
"Out of my way!" roared Mr. Meredith.
Phil folded his arms. "I"ve said my say," he affirmed, shaking his head obstinately; "and if that ain"t enough, I"ll quit talkin" and do something."
"The boy "s right, Meredith," a.s.sented Clowes. "Nor do we need more of her. Send the girl to bed, and then I"ll have something to say."
Reluctantly the squire yielded; and Janice, with glad tears in her eyes, turned and thanked Philemon by a glance that meant far more than any words. Then she went to her room, only to lie for hours staringly awake, listening to the wild whirring and whistling of the wind as she bemoaned her unintentional treachery to the aide, and sought for some method of warning him.
"I must steal away to-morrow to the Van Meters" barn at nightfall," was her conclusion, "and wait his coming, to tell him of my--of my mistake, for otherwise he may bring Joggles back and be captured. If I can only do it without being discovered, for dadda--" and the anxious, overwrought, tired girl wept the rest of the sentence into her pillow.
Meantime, in the room below, Lord Clowes unfolded his plan and explained why he had wished the maiden away.
""T is obvious thy girl has an interest in this fellow," he surmised, "and so "t is likely she will try to-morrow evening to see him, or get word to him. Our scheme must therefore be to let her go free, but to see to "t that we know what she"s about, and be prepared to advantage ourselves by whatever comes to pa.s.s."
The storm ceased before the winter daylight, and with the stir of morning came information concerning the missing dragoons: the body of one was found close to the stable, with a bullet in his back, presumably a chance shot from one of his comrades; a second rode up and reported himself, having in the storm lost his way, and wellnigh his life, which he owed only to the lucky stumbling upon the house of one of the tenants; and Clarion discovered the third, less fortunate than his fellow, frozen stiff within a quarter of a mile of Greenwood.
""T is most like that rebel colonel and horse-thief shared the same fate, for "t was a wild night," remarked Clowes at the breakfast table. "Howbeit, "t will be best to have some troops hid in your stable against this evening, for he may have weathered the storm."
The morning meal despatched, Philemon rode over to Brunswick to report the death of his superior to the colonel, as well as to unfold the trap they hoped to spring, and Harcourt considered the news so material that he and Major Tarleton accompanied Philemon on his return. After a plentiful justice to the dinner and to the decanters, the men, as the early winter darkness came on, settled down to cards, while Mrs. Meredith, in mute protest against the use of the devil"s pictures, left the room, summoned Peg, and in the garret devoted herself to the mysteries of setting up a quilting-frame. As for the dragoons, they sprawled and lounged about the kitchen, playing cards or toss, and grumbling at the quant.i.ty and quality of the Greenwood brew of small beer, till Sukey was wellnigh desperate.
Had Janice been older and more experienced, the very unguardedness would have aroused her suspicions. To her it seemed, however, but the arrangement of a kind destiny, and not daring to risk a delay till after tea, when conditions might not again so favour her, she left the work she had sat down to in the parlour after dinner, and tiptoeing through the hall, lest she should disturb the card-players in the squire"s office, she secured her warmest wrap. Returning to the parlour, she softly raised a window, and, slipping out, in another moment was within the concealing hedge-row of box.
Speeding across the garden, the girl crept through a break in the hedge, then, stooping low, she followed a stone wall till the road was reached. No longer in sight of the house, she hurried on boldly, till within sight of the Van Meter farm. She skirted the house at a discreet distance and stole into the barn.
With a glance to a.s.sure herself that the mare was still there, and a kindly pat as she pa.s.sed, she mounted into the mow, where for both prudence and warmth she buried herself deep in the hay. Then it seemed to Janice that hours elapsed, the sole sounds being the contented munching of horses and cattle, varied by the occasional stamp of a hoof.
Suddenly the girl sat up, with a realising sense that she had been asleep, and with no idea for how long. A sound below explained her waking, and as she listened, she made out the noise to be that of harnessing or unharnessing. Creeping as near the edge of the mow as she dared, she peered over, but all was blackness.
"Colonel Brereton?" she finally said.
A moment"s silence ensued before she had an answer, though it was eager enough when it came. "Is "t you, Miss Janice, and where are you?"
The girl came down the ladder and moved blindly toward the stalls. As she did so, somebody came in contact with her; instantly she was enfolded by a pair of arms, and before she could speak she felt a man"s eager lips first on her cheek, and next on her chin.
"Heaven bless you for coming, my darling," whispered Brereton.
Janice struggled to free herself as Brereton tried to caress her the third time. "Don"t," she protested. "You--I-- How dare you?"
"A pretty question to ask an ardent lover and a desperate man, whose beloved confesses her pa.s.sion by coming to him!"
"I didn"t!" expostulated the girl, as, desperate with mortification, she broke away from the embrace by sheer strength and fled to the other side of the barn. "How dare you think such things of me?"
"Then for what came you?" inquired Jack.
"To warn you."
"Of what?"
"That you must not bring Joggles back, for they--the soldiers--are watching the stable."
"You told them?"
The girl faltered, hating to acknowledge her mistake, now that it was remedied. "If I had, why should I take the risk and the shame of coming here?" she replied.
"Forgive me, Miss Janice, for doubting you, and for my freedom just now. I did--for the moment I thought you like other women. I wanted to think you came to me, even though it cheapened you. And being desperate, I--"
"Why?" questioned the girl.
"I have failed in my mission, thanks to Lee"s folly and selfishness. Would to G.o.d the troopers who lie in wait for me would go after him! A quick raid would do it, for he lies eight miles from his army, and with no guard worth a thought.
There "d be a fine prize, if the British did but know it."
"Thanks for the suggestion," spoke up a deep voice, and at the first word blankets were tossed off two lanterns, followed by a rush of men. For a moment there was a wild hurly-burly, and then Brereton"s voice cried, "I yield!"
As the confusion ended as suddenly as it had begun, he added scornfully:--
"To treachery!"
x.x.xI AN EXCHANGE OF PRISONERS
The prisoner"s arms were hurriedly tied and he was mounted behind one of the troopers. Janice, meanwhile, who had been seized by Philemon and drawn to one side out of the struggle, besought permission of her special captor to speak to Brereton, her fright over the surprise and her dread of what was to come both forgotten in the horror and misery the last words of the aide caused her. The jealousy of the lover, united to the strictness of the soldier, made Philemon heedless of her prayers and tears, and finally, when the cavalcade was ready to start, she was forced to mount her namesake, and, with such seat as she could keep in the man"s saddle, ride between Colonel Harcourt and Hennion.
No better fortune awaited her at Greenwood, the captive being taken to the kitchen, while the culprit was escorted to the parlour, to stand, shivering, frightened, and tearful, as her father and mother berated her for most of the sins of the Decalogue.
Fortunately for the maid, other hearts were not so sternly disapproving; and Lord Clowes, after waiting till the girl"s distress was finding expression in breathless sobs, in order that she might be the more properly grateful, at last interfered.
"Come, come, squire," he interjected, crossing to the bowed form, and taking one of Janice"s hands consolingly, "the la.s.s has been giddy, but "t is an ill wind, truly, for through it we have one fine bird secured yonder, to say nothing of an even bigger prize in prospect. Cry a truce, therefore, and let the child go to bed."
"Ay, go to thy room, miss," commanded Mrs. Meredith, who had in truth exhausted her vocabulary, if not her wrath.
"A pretty hour "t is for thee to be out of bed, indeed!"
Janice, conscious at the moment of but one partisan, turned to the baron. "Oh, please," she besought, "may n"t I say just one word to Colonel Brereton--just to tell him that I didn"t--"
"Hast not shamed us enough for one night with thy stolen interviews?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed her mother. "To thy room this instant
Made fairly desperate, Janice was actually raising her head to protest, when Harcourt and Philemon entered.