"Send "em to the Continental lines when we can," he explained, "and if we can"t then turn "em loose. No use paroling "em, as they consider us guerillas. If I was you I"d run "em back to the farmhouse across the creek, an" hold "em there till we get rid of this stuff. Maybe it"ll take twenty-four hours to hide it all, and burn the wagons. Then the boys can turn "em loose, an" there"s no harm done. I"d like to take that fellow Grant into our lines--he"s a mean pillaging devil--but it"s too big a risk; Bristol is about the nearest picket post, and the Red-coats have got cavalry patrols all along in back of the river."
"But I cannot wait here," I answered, impatiently. "Farrell understood that. I have important information for Washington, and only came with you to-night because you were following along my route. I"ve got to go on."
"That"s all right; just give your orders, and we"ll attend to the rest.
What we want is for these lads to go back to Philadelphia saying they were attacked by a force of militia under command of an officer of the Continental line. That will give Clinton a scare, and turn suspicion away from us. Grant knows you, I understand, so he"ll report the affair that way. You can be off within thirty minutes."
It was easy to grasp the point of view, and I saw no reason for refusing a.s.sistance. I gave the necessary orders, standing under the torchlight in full view, and waited while a squad of partisans rounded up the disarmed prisoners, and guarded them down the slope to the edge of the stream.
This was accomplished quietly and expeditiously, Duval whispering to me as to whom to put in command of the guard. The others gathered about the wagons, deciding on what was worth saving, and what had better be destroyed. Teams were doubled up, and several of the heavy Conestogas rumbled away into the darkness. Two, too badly injured to be repaired, were fired where they lay, the bright flames lighting up the high banks on either side the road. I watched this work impatiently, although it required but a few moments, and finally turned aside in search of a good mount. I found a big black, with British arms on the bridle, and a pair of loaded pistols in the holsters, a fine-looking animal, and came back into the fire glow, determined to lose no more time. Duval had disappeared, but, as I stood there looking about for him to say good-bye, a young country fellow came up hurriedly from out the darkness.
"You"re wanted down thar," he said, with the jerk of a thumb over his shoulder. "The Tory officer wants to see ye."
"What officer? Captain Grant?"
"I reckon that"s the one," indifferently; "anyhow I was told to fetch ye down thar. Bannister sent me."
I went as he directed down the rutty road, my newly appropriated horse trailing along behind. The prisoners were in an open s.p.a.ce near the bank of the stream, where a fire had been built. They were mostly lying down, the guard forming an outside circle. Grant was pacing back and forth restlessly, but, as soon as I appeared within the fire radius, he came toward me.
"Can I see you alone?" he asked brusquely.
"If there is any reason for privacy, certainly," I answered in surprise.
"What do you wish to say?"
"This is a matter strictly between us," evasively. "I prefer not to discuss it publicly here."
I had a suspicion of treachery, yet was not willing to exhibit any reluctance. The fellow was no better man than I when it came to a struggle, and was unarmed. Besides he had succeeded in arousing my curiosity.
"Very good. Bannister," to the partisan in charge, "I want a word with Captain Grant, and will be responsible for his safe return."
The man looked after us doubtfully, yet permitted us to pa.s.s beyond the guard-lines. There was a stump beside the ford, barely within the flicker of the distant fire, and there I stopped, leaning against my horse, and turned so as to look into the man"s face.
"Well, Grant," I said, rather sternly. "We are alone now; what is it?"
He cleared his throat, evidently uncertain how best to express himself.
"Why did you ask so many questions about Delavan"s lieutenant?" he began sullenly. "What were you trying to find out?"
CHAPTER XII
A CAPTURE
What was the matter with the fellow? Could he have sent for me merely to ask that question, insisting on privacy? There must surely be some hidden purpose behind this. Yet if so, there was no betrayal in the man"s face.
His eyes had an angry gleam in them, and his words were shot at me in deadly earnest.
"The lieutenant?" I repeated, not prepared for a direct reply. "Why, I hardly know--curiosity largely."
He stared at me in manifest unbelief.
"What do you expect to gain by lying?" he exclaimed sullenly. "You saw him, no doubt, or you would not have asked what you did."
"Certainly I saw him," more deeply puzzled than before at his insistence.
"That was what aroused my interest. He seemed such a mere lad as he rode past, and later I heard his voice, the voice of a boy."
"Was that all?"
"All! What else could you suppose? It was dark, only a little gleam of moon revealed outlines. I couldn"t distinguish the face, but when he failed to appear after the fight I remembered him, and was afraid he had been hurt. Now I want to know what you mean. Who was the lad?"
He had seated himself on the stump, and was leaning forward, his face hidden from the light of the fire.
"Well, go on then," he returned finally. "If that"s all you saw of him it"s all right."
"No, it"s not all right," I insisted, aroused by his peculiar actions.
"What is all this mystery about? You told me you didn"t know the man."
"I said I hadn"t seen him; that we joined Delavan after dark," he corrected sharply. "But you needn"t try to interview me, Major Lawrence,"
stiffening with anger, "for I haven"t anything to say to a spy and leader of guerillas."
"You requested this interview; however, if you are satisfied I am, and you can return to your men. Shall I call the guard?"
He hesitated a moment, but whatever it was which had first inspired him to question me, was too strong to be thrown aside.
"Did--did Mistress Mortimer help you escape from Philadelphia?" he asked bluntly.
"That is entirely my affair. Why don"t you ask the lady herself?"
"See here, d.a.m.n you!" he burst out. "I haven"t seen the lady. When I got back to the dining-room she was gone, and then I was ordered out here.
But you knew you were being sought after, and I cannot imagine who else told you."
"You do not exhibit very great faith in the lady--the daughter of a loyalist."
He drew a quick breath, suddenly aware that he had gone too far.
"It is your sneaking spy methods, not the girl. She is innocent enough, but I suspect you dragged the truth out of her. Now see here!" and his voice took on the tone of a bully. "You are in power just now, but you won"t always be. You can"t hold me prisoner; not with these ragam.u.f.fins.
They"ll turn us loose as soon as they loot those wagons. I know how they work in the Jerseys. But first I intend to tell you something it will be worth your while to remember. Claire Mortimer is going to be my wife--my wife. War is one thing, but if you interfere in my personal affairs again, I am going to kill you."
"Indeed," smilingly. "Is Mistress Mortimer aware of the honor you are according her?"
"She is aware of the engagement, if that is what you mean. It has been understood since our childhood."
"Oh, I see; a family arrangement. Well, Grant, this is all very interesting, but I am unable to conceive what I have to do with it. I met Mistress Mortimer by accident, and then was fortunate enough to dance with her once. "Tis scarcely likely we shall ever meet again. The daughter of a colonel of Queen"s Rangers is not apt to come again into contact with an officer of the Maryland Line. I don"t know why you should single me out in this matter. I don"t even know the lady"s brother."
"Her brother?"
"Yes, the family renegade; the twin brother on Lee"s staff."