The paper brought, Washington filled in a few words in his flowing script, and then placed it before the girl. "Sign here," he told her, and when it was done he took back the doc.u.ment. "You are now a prisoner of war, released on parole, Miss Janice," he explained, "and pledged not to go more than ten miles from Greenwood without first applying to me for permission. Furthermore, upon due notice, you are again to render yourself my captive."
Janice, with a shy glance, which had yet the touch of impertinence that was ingrain in her, replied, "I was that the first time I met your Excellency, and have been so ever since."
An end was put to the almost finished meal at this point by the clatter of hoots, followed by the hurried entrance of Brereton. "General St. Clair sends word, sir, that a column of British is advanced as far as Stony Brook, and is--"
There the aide caught sight of Janice, and stopped speaking in his surprise.
"Go on, sir!" ordered Washington, sternly.
"And is driving in our skirmishes. He has report that "t is the first of the whole English army, which is pressing on by forced marches."
""T is time, then, that we were on the wing," a.s.serted the general, rising. "Colonel Webb, tell General St. Clair to hold the enemy in check as long as he can. You, Baylor, direct Colonel Forrest to plant his guns on the green, to cover the rearguard. General Greene, let the army file off on the road to Somerset Court-house."
The orders given, he turned to make his farewell to Janice.
"This time Lord Cornwallis did not cheat us of our meal, though he prevents our lingering long at table. You should know best, sir," he said to the esquire, "what course to pursue, but I advise you to start for Greenwood without delay, for there will be some skirmishing through the town, and the British commander is not likely to be in the best of moods."
"We"ll be off at once," a.s.sented Mr. Meredith.
"Then Miss Janice will allow me the office of mounting her," solicited the general, as they all went to the door. "Is not that Colonel Brereton"s mare?" he continued, as the orderly brought up the horses.
"Yes, your Excellency," stammered Janice. ""T was by a strange chance--"
"No doubt, no doubt--" interrupted Washington, smiling.
"Belike he wants her back," intimated the squire, glancing anxiously at the aide, who stood, with folded arms, watching the scene.
"I think he"ll not grudge the loan, in consideration of the rider," insinuated Washington. "The more that Congress has just voted him a sword and horse for his conduct at Trenton. How is it, Brereton?"
With a shrug of the shoulders Jack muttered, ""T is no time to demand her back, got though she was by a trick,"
and walked away.
"You have not shown him the paper?" questioned Janice, as she settled herself in the saddle.
"No, my child," replied Washington. "He returned from Baltimore only last evening, and there has been no time since.
But rest easy, he shall see it. Keep good wishes for us, and fare thee well."
Two hours later the British marched into Princeton. But the Continental forces had made good their retreat, and all that was left to their pursuers was to march on wearily to Brunswick to save the broken regiments and the magazines that had been lost in spite of them, had Washington possessed but a few fresh troops. The English general had been out-manoeuvred, his best brigade cut to pieces, and the army he had thought to annihilate was safe among the hills of New Jersey.
"Confound the fox!" stormed Cornwallis. "Can I never come up with him?"
"He "s got safe off twice, my lord; the third time is proverbial, and the odds must turn," urged Erskine.
"Pray Heaven that some day we may catch him in a cul-de-sac from which there can be no retreat."
Janice Meredith
VOLUME II.
[Ill.u.s.tration: George Washington (In color)]
JANICE MEREDITH A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION
VOLUME II
BETWIXT MILLSTONES
The reunion of the Merediths was so joyful a one that little thought was taken of the course of public events. Nor were they now in a position easily to learn of them. Philemon and his troop had hastened to rejoin at the first news of the British reverses, the remaining farm servants had one by one taken advantage of the anarchy of the last eight months secretly to desert, or boldly enlist, the squire"s gout prevented his going abroad, and the quiet was too great a boon to both Mrs. Meredith and Janice to make them wish for anything but its continuance.
If there was peace at Greenwood, it was more than could be said for the rest of the land. The Continental success at Princeton, small though it was in degree, worked as a leaven, and excited a ferment throughout the State. Every Whig whom the British successes had for a moment made faint-hearted, every farmer whose crops or stock had been seized, every householder on whom troops had been quartered, even Joe Bagby and the Invincibles took guns from their hiding-places and, forming themselves into parties, joined Washington"s army in the Jersey hills about Morristown, or, acting on their own account, boldly engaged the British detachments and stragglers wherever they were encountered. Withdrawn as the Merediths might be, the princ.i.p.al achievements were too important not to finally reach them, and by infinite filtration they heard of how the Waldeckers had been attacked at Springfield and put to flight, how the British had abandoned Hackensack and Newark without waiting for the a.s.saults, and how at Elizabethtown they had been surprised and captured.
Less than a month from the time that the royal army had practically held the Jerseys, it was reduced to the mere possession of Brunswick, Amboy, and Paulus Hook, and every picket or foraging party sent out from these points was almost certain of a skirmish.
It was this state of semi-blockade which gave the Merediths their next taste of war"s alarums. Late in February a company of foot and a half troop of horse, with a few waggons, made their appearance on the river road, and halted opposite the gate of Greenwood. Painful as was the squire"s foot, this sight was sufficient to make him bear the agony of putting it to the ground, and bring him limping to the door.
"How now! For what are ye come?" he shouted at a detachment which was already filing through the gate.
At the call, two officers who had been seemingly engaged in a discussion, rode toward the porch, and the moment they were within speaking distance one of them began an explanation.
"I was just a-tellin" Captain Plunkett that we"d done a mighty bad stroke this mornin", but that this "ud be a worse one, for--"
"Why, it "s Phil!" cheerfully exclaimed Mr. Meredith.
"Welcome, lad, and all the more that I feared "t was another call the thieving Whigs were about to pay my cribs and barn.
Where have ye been, lad? But, rather, in with ye and your friend," he said, interrupting his own question, as the other officer approached, "and tell your errand over a bottle where there"s more warmth."
"It"s such a mighty sorry errand, squire," replied Philemon, with evident reluctance, and reddening, "that it won"t take many words ter tell. We was sent out yestere"en toward Somerset Court-house, a-foragin", and this mornin" as we was returnin", we was set upon by the rebels."
"Devil burn it!" muttered the captain, "what do you call such mode of warfare? At Millstone Ford, where they attacked us, they scattered like sheep as we deployed for a charge. But the moment we were on the march in column, ping, ping, ping from every bit of cover, front, flank, and rear, and each bullet with a billet at that, no matter what the distance.
Not till we reached Middle Brook did their stinging fire cease."
"And "stead of bringin" into Brunswick forty carts of food and forage, and a swipe of cattle," groaned Philemon, "we has only four waggon-loads of wounded ter show for our raid."
"With the post nigh to short commons," went on Plunkett.
"Therefore, Mr. Meredith, we are put to the necessity of taking a look at your barn and granaries.
"What!" roared the squire, incredulously, yet with a wrath in his voice that went far to show that conviction rather than disbelief was his true state of mind. ""T is impossible that British regulars will thieve like the rebels."
Both the officers flushed, and Philemon began a faltering explanation and self-exculpation, but he was cut short by his superior saying sharply: "Tush, sir, such language will not make us deal the more gently with your cribs; so if you "d save something, mend your speech."
"I done my best, squire," groaned Philemon, "ter dissuade Captain Plunkett, but General Grant"s orders was not ter come back without a train."
"Then at least ye"ll have the grace to pay for what ye take? Ye"ll be no worse than the rebel, that I"ll lay to."
"Ay, and so we should, could we pay in the same worthless brown paper. In truth, sir, "t was General Howe"s and the commissary"s orders that nothing that we seize was to be paid for, so if thou hast a quarrel "t is with those whom Mr.
Hennion says are thy good friends. Here "s a chance, therefore, to exhibit the loyalty which the lieutenant has been dinging into my ears for the last half-mile."
"Belza burn the lot of ye!" was the squire"s prompt expression of his loyalty.