"I trust not," replied the aide, drily.
When dinner was announced Brereton drew Grayson aside for a moment and whispered: ""T is a matter of life and death to me that these fellows be made too drunk to ride, Will, yet to keep sober myself. You"ve got the head and stomach of a ditcher; wilt make a sacrifice of yourself for my sake?"
"And but deem it sport," replied Grayson, with a laugh; and as he took his place at the table he remarked: "Gentlemen, we have tested British valour, we have tested British.
courtesy, and found them not wanting, but we understand that, though you turn not your backs to either our soldiery or our ladies, there is one thing which can make you tremble, and that is our good corn whiskey."
"Odds life!" cried O"Hara, "who has so libelled us?
Man, we"d start three gla.s.ses ahead of you, and then drink you under the table, on a challenge, but for this ball that we are due at."
"A pretty brag," scoffed Brereton, "since you have an excuse to avoid its test. But come, we have three good hours; but drink Grayson even in that time, and I will warrant you"ll not be able to sit your horses. Come, fill up your gla.s.ses from decanter and kettle, and I will give you a toast to begin, to which you must drink b.u.mpers. Here "s to the soldier who fights and loves, and may he never lack for either."
Four hours later, when Brereton rose from the table, Stevens and O"Hara were lying on the floor, Boudinot was fallen forward, his head resting among the dishes on the table, fast asleep, and Mobray and Grayson, clasped in each other"s arms, were reeling forth different ditties under the impression that they were singing the same song. Tiptoeing from the room, the aide went to the kitchen door and said to the publican, "Order one of the dragoons to make ready Captain Mobray"s horse, as he wishes to ride back to Philadelphia."
In the pa.s.sageway he took from the hook the hat, cloak, and sword of the young officer, and, removing his own sash and sabre, donned the three. Stealing back to the scene of the revel, he found Mobray and Grayson now lying on the floor as well, unconscious, though still affectionately holding each other. Kneeling gently, he searched the pockets of the unconscious man until the pa.s.sport was lighted upon. Thrusting it into his belt, he stole from the room.
"What are the orders for us, sir?" asked the dragoon who held Mobray"s horse, as the aide mounted.
With an almost perfect imitation of the baronet"s voice, Brereton answered, "Colonel O"Hara will issue directions later," and then as he cantered down the road he added gleefully: "Considerably later. What luck that it should be Fred, whose voice I know so well that I can do it to the life whenever I choose!" Then he laughed with a note of deviltry. "I am popping my head into a noose," he said; "but whether "t is that of hangman or matrimony, time only will show."
XLV IN THE JAWS OF THE LION
The ball had been in full progress for an hour when a masker, who from his entrance had stood leaning against the wall, suddenly left his isolated position and walked up to one of the ladies.
"Conceal your face and figure as you will, Miss Meredith, you cannot conceal your grace. Wilt honour me with this quadrille?"
"La, Sir Frederick! That you should know me, and I never dream it was you!" exclaimed the girl, as she gave her hand and let him lead her to where the figures were being formed.
"There have been many guesses among the caps as to the ident.i.ty of him who has held himself so aloof, but not a one suggested you. The disguise makes you look a good three inches taller."
As they took position a feminine domino came boldly across the room to them. "Is this the way you keep your word, Sir William?" she demanded in a low voice, made harsh and grating by the fury it expressed.
"You mistake me, madam," answered the dancer, "though I would such a rapid promotion were a possibility."
The interloper made a startled step backward. "I have watched you for a quarter hour," she exclaimed, as she turned away, "and would have sworn to your figure."
""T is wonderful," remarked Janice, "how deceiving a domino can be."
The dance ended, her partner said: "Miss Meredith, I have something to say to you of deepest consequence. Will you not come away from this crowd?"
"Ah, Sir Frederick," pleaded the girl, "do not recur to it again. Though you importune me for a day, I could but make the same reply."
"Sir Frederick pa.s.ses his word that he will not tease you on that subject to-night; but speak I must concerning this match with Lord Clowes."
""T is in vain, sir," replied Janice; "for every moment convinces me the more that I must wed him, and so you will but make my duty the harder."
"I beg you to give me a word apart, for I have a message to you from Colonel Brereton."
Janice"s hand dropped from the officer"s arm. "What is it?" she asked.
""T is not to be given here," urged the man. "I pray you to let me order your equipage and take you away. Another dance will be beginning on the moment, and some one will claim you."
The girl raised her hand and once more placed it on her partner"s arm; taking the motion as a consent to his wishes, the officer led her to the doorway.
"Call Miss Meredith"s chair," he ordered of the guard grouped about the outer door, and in a moment was able to hand her into the vehicle.
"Where to?" he asked. "I mean--Home!" he cried, in a far louder voice, as if to drown the slip, at the same moment jumping in and taking his seat beside her.
As he did so, the girl shrank away from him toward her corner of the gig. "Who are you?" she cried in a frightened voice.
"Who should I be but John Brereton?"
"Are you mad," cried the girl, "to thus venture within the lines?"
"The news which brought me was enough to make me so,"
answered Jack. "You cannot know what you are doing that you so much as think of marrying that sc.u.m. For years he has been nothing but a spy and mackerel, willing to do the dirtiest work, and the scorn of every decent man in London, as here. Are you, are your father and mother, are your friends, all Bedlam-crazed that you even consider it?"
""T is as horrible to me as it is to you," moaned Janice; "but it seems the only thing possible. Oh, Colonel Brereton, if you but knew our straits,--dependent for all we have, and with a future still more desperate,--you would not blame me for anything I am doing." The girl broke into sobs as she ended, and turning from him leaned her head against the leathern curtain, where she wept, regardless of the fact that the aide possessed himself of her hand, and tried to comfort her, until the chaise drew up at its destination. Lifting rather than helping her from the carriage, Jack supported the maiden up the steps and into the hallway; but no sooner were they there than she freed herself from his supporting arm and exclaimed, "You must not stay here. Any instant you might be discovered."
"Then take me to a room where we can be safe for a moment. I shall not leave you till I have said my say."
"Ah, please!" begged the girl. "Some one is like to enter even now."
Jack"s only reply was to turn to the first door and throw it open. Finding that all was dark within, he caught Miss Meredith"s fingers, and drew her in after him, saying, as he did so, "Here we are safe, and you can tell me truly of your difficulties."
With her hand held in both of the aide"s, Janice began a disconnected outpouring of the tale of her difficulties intermixed by an occasional sob, caused quite as much by the officer"s exclamations of sympathy as by the misery of her position.
Before a half of it had been spoken one of the hands grasping hers loosened itself, and she was gently drawn by an encircling arm till her head could find support on his shoulder; not resenting and indeed, scarcely conscious of the clasp, she rested it there with a strange sense of comfort and security.
"Alas!" grieved Brereton, when all had been told, "I am as deep, if not deeper, in poverty than you, and so I can give you no aid in money. Bad as things are, however, there is better possible than selling yourself to that worm, if you will but take it."
"What?"
"The French have come to our aid at last, and are sending us a fleet. If Howe will but be as slow as usual, and the States but hasten their levies, we shall catch him between the fleet and army and Burgoyne him. Even if he act quickly, he can save himself only by abandoning Philadelphia and consolidating his forces at New York. They may then fight on, for both the strength and the weakness of the British is a natural stupidity which prevents them from knowing when they are beaten, but all doubt as to the outcome will be over. Once more it will be possible for you to dwell at Greenwood, if you will but--"
"But dadda says they will take it away and exile us,"
broke in Janice.
"I have no doubt the rag-tag politicians, if not too busy scheming how to cripple General Washington, will set to on some such piece of folly, for by their persecutions and acts of outlawry and escheatage they have driven into Toryism enough to almost offset the Whigs the British plundering has made.
But from this you can be saved if you will but let me." As the officer ended, the clasp of his arm tightened, though it lost no element of the caress.
"How?"
"I stand well in the cause; and though I could not, I fear, save your property to you, they would never take it once it were in Whig hands, and so by a marriage to me you can secure it. Ah, Miss Meredith, you have said you do not love me, and I stand here to-night a beggar, save for the sword I wear; but I love you as never man loved woman before, and my life shall be given to tenderness and care for you. Surely your own home with me is better than exile with that cur!
And I"ll make you love me! I"ll woo you till I win you, my sweet, if it take a life to do it." Raising the hand he held, the aide kissed it fondly. "I know I"ve given you reason to think me disrespectful and rough; I know I have the devil"s own temper; but if I"ve caused you pain at moments, I"ve suffered tenfold in the recollection. Can you not forgive me?" Once again he eagerly caressed her hand; and finding that she offered no resistance to the endearments, Jack, with an inarticulate cry of delight, stooped and pressed his lips to her cheek.
On the instant Janice felt a hand laid on her shoulders, then on her head, as if some one were feeling of her.
"Who is this?" demanded Jack, lifting his head with a start.
The question was scarce uttered when the sound of a blow came to the girl"s ears, and the arm which had been supporting her relaxed its hold, as the lover sank rather than fell to the floor. With loud screams the girl staggered backward, groping her way blindly in the dark. There came the sound of feet hurrying down the hallway, and the door was thrown open by one of the men servants, revealing, by the shaft of light which came through it, the figure of Jack stretched on the floor, with the commissary kneeling upon him, engaged in binding his wrists with a handkerchief.