"I was with Maxwell at Germantown," the remembrance of the scene coming vividly to mind, "when you came up with your ragged fellows. You have certainly taught them how to fight."
"There was no teaching necessary; all the trouble I ever have is in holding them back," his face darkening. "Every man who rides with me knows what war means here in the Jerseys; they have seen their homes in flames, their women and children driven out by Hessian hirelings. We fight for life as well as liberty, and when we strike we strike hard. But enough of that. We have sufficient confidence in each other by now to talk freely. What did you discover in Philadelphia? No more than I could tell you myself, I"ll warrant."
I told the story, while he listened silently, his eyes alone expressing interest. As I ended, he slowly lit his pipe, and sat there smoking, apparently thinking over what I had said.
"Have I learned anything of importance?" I asked finally.
"For Washington, yes; but very little unknown to me. So you met Mistress Claire, eh? The little minx! "Tis a month since I heard of her."
CHAPTER IX
TANGLING THREADS
My surprise at this unexpected reference to the Lady of the Blended Rose, almost prevented utterance. What could this partisan ranger know of the girl? How could he even have identified her from my vague reference?
"Why do you say that?" I asked eagerly. "I did not mention the lady"s name."
"There was no cause for you to do so," and the grim mouth smiled. "No one else in Philadelphia would have turned the trick so neatly; besides the fact that your opponent was Grant would have revealed the ident.i.ty of the girl."
"You know them both then?"
"Fairly well; he was a boy in these parts, an" I have shod his riding horse many a time. A headstrong, domineering, spoiled lad he was, and quarrelsome. Once I gave him a sound thrashing in this very shop, an"
when his father called me to task for it the next day he went home with a broken collar-bone. That was ten years before the war, an" we have not spoken pleasantly since. A hard man was Frederick Grant, an" none of his blood ever forgave an injury. Once the boy"s company of Queen"s Rangers raided this shop, but fortunately I was not here."
"But Mistress Mortimer," I interrupted, "is her family also from this neighborhood?"
"To the northeast of here, near Locust Grove; the properties of the two families adjoin each other, an" I have heard there is distant kinship between them, although if that be true all that was good in the strain must have descended to the one branch, an" all the evil to the other. Day and night could be no different. Colonel Mortimer is a genial, pleasant gentleman, an" a loyal friend, although we are in arms against each other. To tell the truth I half believe his heart is with the Colonies, although he cast his fortunes with the King. He even has a son in the Continental Army."
"On Lee"s staff," I interrupted. "The daughter told me he was a twin brother."
"Yes, an" as great a rogue as the girl, with the same laughing blue eyes."
"And Mistress Claire," I questioned, "on which side is she?"
"Can you ask that after having met her as a Lady of the Blended Rose?
Pshaw, man, I could almost give you a list of the loyalist dames who make sport for the British garrison, an" Mistress Claire is not least in rank or beauty among them. What else could you expect of a young girl when her father wears the green an" white, while her lover has made a reputation hereabout with his hireling raiders?"
"You mean Grant?"
"Certainly; they have been engaged from childhood, though G.o.d pity the poor girl if they ever marry. His work in the Jerseys has been almost as merciless as that of "Red" f.a.gin, an" "t is even whispered about they ride together at times. I doubt if she knows the whole truth about him, though she can scarcely deem him an angel even at that. Surely you never supposed her on our side?"
"She helped me," I insisted, "knowing who I was, and even said she wished my cause well."
"The inconsistency of a woman; perhaps the two had had some misunderstanding, an" she was glad enough to outwit the fellow."
"No, "t was not that, I am sure; I could read truth in her eyes."
"In Claire"s eyes!" he laughed outright. "Oh, I know the innocent blue of them, and warn you not to trust such blindly. Other men have thought the same, an" found out they read wrongly when the end came--ay! many of them. When she was but a slip of a la.s.s I found out her eyes played merry tricks, an" yet I love her as though she were my own daughter. An" she"s a good girl in spite of all the mischief in her."
"And she is truly a loyalist?"
"If not, I know no better. The rebel blood is all in the boy so far as I can learn, yet I will not answer for what Mistress Claire might do."
We fell silent, my memory with the girl, endeavoring to recall her exact words, the expression of her face. It was not in my heart to believe she had deceived me. There was no reason why she should, and it was easy to conceive how she had naturally become part of the gay pageant, herself an exile, and with both father and lover in the King"s service. Her very fun-loving disposition would lead her to take interest in the affair, while beyond doubt her friendships would all influence her in that direction. Yet down deep in her heart, I still believed, there was loyalty to the Colonies, a desire to aid them in their struggle, and, I sincerely hoped, a distrust and growing aversion to the man, Grant.
Certainly she could not love the fellow; that thought was inconceivable.
Whatever prearranged ties might still bind, she was already in almost open rebellion against them. "T was not in woman"s nature to love one man, and then aid another to outwit him. And she had done all this, and of her own free will; done it with her eyes looking frankly into mine, knowing who I was, and my real purpose in Philadelphia. No statement of another could shake my confidence, or make me feel she had deliberately deceived. Only through some action, or some direct word of her own, would I permit my faith to be shattered.
Plunged deeply in these thoughts, I had almost forgotten where I was, as well as the presence of my companion, when he suddenly arose to his feet, and, pushing aside the wooden window shutter, looked out. A glance of his keen eyes was sufficient.
"Get back into your box, Major," he exclaimed quickly. "Pull the papers over you."
I was upon my feet, conscious of the distant sound of horses" hoofs.
"What is it? The enemy?"
"Rangers; fifty of them, I judge, an" they"ll never pa.s.s here without rummaging around. Quick now, under cover."
"But what about yourself?"
"Don"t worry about me; those fellows haven"t any evidence against me--yet. They"re after you."
I was through the intervening door with a bound, and an instant later had burrowed under the crumpled papers. The shifting of the sun had left this corner of the repair shop in shadow, but I was scarcely outstretched in my hastily improvised hiding place, when I heard the blacksmith calmly open his outer door, where he stood smoking, clad in leathern ap.r.o.n, awaiting the approaching hors.e.m.e.n. They swept about the corner of the smithy almost at the same moment, pulling up their tired horses at sight of him. From amid the thud of hoofs, and the rattle of accoutrements, a voice spoke sharply:
"So you"re here, Farrell, you old rebel hypocrite. Well, what are you hiding now?"
"I was not aware that I had anything to hide, Captain Grant," was the dignified response. "This is my shop, an" where I should be."
"Oh, h.e.l.l! We all know you well enough, you old fox, and we"ll catch you red-handed yet, and hang you. But we"re not hunting after your kind to-day. Did you see anything of a fellow in scarlet jacket along here last night, or this morning?"
I failed to catch Farrell"s answer, but the voice of the officer was sufficiently loud to reach me.
"A rebel spy; the sneaking rascal must have swam the Delaware. We"ll look about your shop just the same before we ride on. Mason, take a half-dozen men with you, and rake the place over."
I heard the sound of their boots on the floor, and burrowed lower in my box. Two or three entered the old shop, and began to probe about among the _debris_. One kicked the box in which I lay, and thrust a bayonet down through the loose papers, barely missing my shoulder. With teeth clinched I remained breathless, but the fellow seemed satisfied, and moved on, after searching the dark corner beyond. At last I heard them all go out, mumbling to each other, and ventured to sit up again, and draw a fresh breath. They had left the door ajar, and I had a glimpse through the crack. Farrell was leaning carelessly in the outer doorway, smoking, his short legs wide apart, his expression one of total indifference. A big fellow stepped past him, and saluted some one just out of sight.
"n.o.body in there, sir," he reported.
"All right, Mason," and Grant came into view on a rangy sorrel. "Get your men back into saddle; we"ll move on."
"Think he went this way?" asked the blacksmith carelessly.
"How the h.e.l.l do I know!" savagely. "He must have started this way, but likely he took the north road. We"ll get the chap before night, unless he runs into Delavan"s fellows out yonder. See here, Farrell," holding in his horse, "we"ll be back here about dark, and will want something to eat."
"You will be welcome to all you find."