"You impudent rebel, you see that you are here when we come. I know you, you night raider, and will bring you to book yet. Forward men--trot!
Close up the rank there, sergeant; we"ll take the road to the left."
I watched them go past, the dust-covered green uniforms slipping by the crack of the door, as the men urged their horses faster. Farrell never moved, the blue tobacco smoke curling above his head, and I stole across the littered storeroom to a cobwebbed window, from which I could watch the little column of riders go down the hill. They finally disappeared in the edge of a grove, and I turned around to find the blacksmith leaning against his anvil waiting for me.
"Genial young fellow, Grant," he said. "Always promising to hang me, but never quite ready to tackle the job. Afraid I shall have to disappoint him again, to-night."
"You will not wait for him?"
"Hardly. You heard what he said about Delavan? That was the very news I wanted to learn. Now I think both those lads will meet me much sooner than they expect."
He stepped forward into the open doorway, and blew three shrill blasts on a silver whistle. The echo had scarcely died away, when, out from a thick clump of trees perhaps half a mile distant, a horse shot forth, racing toward us. As the reckless rider drew up suddenly, I saw him to be a barefooted, freckle-faced boy of perhaps sixteen, his eyes bright with excitement.
"So it"s you on duty, Ben," said Farrell quietly, glancing from the boy to his horse. "Well, you"re in for a ride. Have the men at Lone Tree by sundown; all of them. See Duval first, an" tell him for me this is a big thing. Now off with you!"
The boy, grinning happily, swung his horse around, and, jabbing his sides with bare heels, rode madly away directly south across the vacant land.
Within five minutes he had vanished down a sharp incline. Farrell was still staring after him, when I asked:
"What is it?"
"A little bit of private war," he said grimly. "If you"ll go with me to-night, Major, I"ll show you some guerilla fighting. You heard what Grant said about Delavan. We"ve been waiting five days for him to head back toward Philadelphia. He has twenty wagons, an" a foraging party of less than fifty men somewhere out Medford way," with sweep of hand to the northeast. "If he an" Grant get together the two commands will outnumber us, but we"ll have the advantage of surprise, of a swift attack in the dark. In my judgment that is what Grant was sent out for--to guard Delavan"s wagons. His spy hunting was a personal affair. My advice to you, Lawrence, is to lie quiet here to-day, and go along with us to-night. It will be in the same direction you"ll have to travel, an" you might have trouble by daylight. No objections to a fight, have you?"
"None whatever."
"I judged so from your face. Better get what rest you can; we shall have twenty miles to ride before dark. I"ll go over into the timber there an"
feed the horses."
I watched him cross the open land, impressed by the man"s immense shoulders and short limbs. I could scarcely a.n.a.lyze the influence he already exerted over me, but I felt him to be a natural leader of men, an intellectual as well as physical giant. I picked up a book lying open on the bench--it was an English translation of a famous French treatise on Democracy; within its pages was Payne"s pamphlet on the Rights of Man, its paper margins covered with written comments. This blacksmith was not only a man of action, but a man of thought also. I lay down on the bench, pillowing my head on one arm, thinking of him as I first saw him kneeling alone in prayer, and the simple words of his pet.i.tion came back to me with new power. Then my mind drifted to the strange commingling of human elements in this adventure--to Mistress Claire, and her connection with Grant, and the intimate knowledge Farrell apparently possessed of them both. Somehow I was becoming more and more deeply involved in these lives, and I began to wonder how it was all destined to end. Was the coming night to add a new chapter? If so, would it be the last? Reviewing it all, lulled by the silence, I fell asleep.
CHAPTER X
WITH MINUTE MEN
I must have slept very heavily, the sleep of utter exhaustion, for I awoke with my mind clear and body rested. The door of the shop remained wide open, and Farrell sat there, his eyes upon the road without, an open book upon his knees. As I moved slightly he instantly turned his face toward me.
"I began to fear I should have to arouse you, Major," he said, coming within. "You have slept soundly for six hours, an" we must be off presently. First, however, we will have a bite to eat."
He began to prepare the meal, while I bathed my face.
"I was very tired," I explained, "but now am ready for any service. What has occurred since I lay down?"
"Very little; Duval stopped a moment to report, an" two of my couriers rode past this way. We are going to have a goodly sized gathering to-night, an" from all I hear will need every rifle. Grant"s purpose is, as I supposed, to guard the forage train into Philadelphia. He expects to meet them somewhere between Fellowship and Mount Laurel, an" the chances are we shall have to fight both detachments. But fall to, man, an" we can discuss all this as we eat."
He talked freely enough while we remained there, but conversation veered to the book he had been reading, and I learned little of his plans, except that he relied upon surprise, and swiftness of movement to overcome the decided advantage of numbers. After we mounted and rode away, scarcely a word was exchanged between us. I recall asking a question or two, but his answers did not encourage any attempt at probing, and I consequently fell silent, urging my horse in the effort to keep pace with his heavier mount. We rode straight across the country, avoiding the roads, and keeping under cover as much as possible, taking advantage of every depression of the surface. Farrell knew every inch of the way, and his watchful eyes scanned the summit of the ridges with constant vigilance. Just before dusk we overtook a dozen hors.e.m.e.n in the breaks of a creek bottom, roughly dressed fellows, heavily armed, riding in the same direction as ourselves, and, after the exchange of a word or two, the whole party of us jogged along together. Others straggled in, singly, or by small groups, as darkness closed about, until we formed quite a respectable company. It was rather a silent, weird procession, scarcely a word being spoken, and no sound heard, other than the dull reverberation of unshod hoofs on the soft turf. To me, glancing back from where I held position beside Farrell, they seemed like spectral figures, with no rattle of accoutrements, no glimmer of steel, no semblance of uniform. Yet my heart warmed to the knowledge that these were no holiday warriors, but grim fighting men. I had seen the faces, some boyish, others graybeards, and had read in them all sternness of purpose. Each hand gripped a brown rifle, and the fingers that met mine were rough and hard from toil. No man among them had asked me a question; with Farrell"s simple statement there had come the hand-grip, the eyes looking straight into my own; the silent acceptance of me as comrade. It all served to drive into my consciousness the fact that these were men seeking nothing for themselves, but ready to battle and die for the cause they had espoused. They had left their ploughs in the furrow to strike a blow for liberty.
It was an hour or more after dark when our compact little body of hors.e.m.e.n rode down a gully into a broad creek bottom, and then advanced through a fringe of trees to the edge of the stream. There was a young moon in the sky yielding a spectral light, barely making those faces nearest me visible. At the summit of the clay bank, shadowed by the forest growth encircling them, were the others who had gathered at this war rendezvous, the majority dismounted, holding their horses in readiness for action. As we rode in among them neighbors clasped hands silently, but the words exchanged were few. Farrell forced his horse through the press toward where a tall figure sat stiff in the saddle, and my own horse followed unguided.
"A goodly turn-out, Duval," he commented briefly. "What was the number before we came?"
"Forty-seven rifles," the Lieutenant"s voice nasal, and high pitched.
"The men from Orchard and Springdale are not in yet. How many arrived with you?"
"Twenty; ample for our purpose, even if the others fail us. This is Major Lawrence of the Maryland Line."
I shook his long, thin hand, marking the iron grip of the fingers.
"We"ll introduce you to some typical Jersey fighting to-night, Major," he said genially. "We have a style all our own."
"I had supposed I had witnessed all styles."
"We"ll see; the difference is that every man among us has some outrage to revenge. Our quarrel is a personal one against thieves and murderers.
What is the programme, Farrell?"
"To intercept Delavan"s raiders. They will be along the main road within the hour from all reports. He has a wagon train loaded with stuff gathered up between Medford an" Mount Holly, together with a considerable drove of cattle and some horses."
"And what force?"
"About fifty men originally, but reinforced this afternoon with as many more to help guard the train into Philadelphia."
"Mounted?"
"The reinforcements were, but the original foragers were afoot; they were Hessians; the others Grant"s company of Queen"s Rangers."
"Glory be to G.o.d!" exclaimed a voice near at hand. "Did ye hear that, lads? It"s Dutchmen and Tories we"re against to-night. Be Gorry! I wouldn"t have missed the chance of this shindy fer the best farm in Camden."
There was a low growl from the cl.u.s.ter of men, and an ominous movement of bodies pressing closer. Duval laughed mirthlessly.
"The bloodhound takes the scent," he said grimly. "G.o.d help those poor devils when we cut the leash, Farrell. Where do you propose meeting them?"
"Across there in the bluffs," pointing, "where the road turns in between the high clay banks. We"ll leave our horses here, an" cross on foot. Is that the right plan, boys?"
There was a murmur of acquiescence, a few questions, and then the silence of approval. It was evident these minute men were under small discipline, and their officers led only by force of character. Without orders the horses were led away, tied securely in the black depths of the woods, and the men came straggling back, rifles in hand, grouping themselves along the edge of the stream. There was no attempt at military formation, but Duval straightened them out so as to count the number present.
"Sixty-nine, all told," he announced briefly. "All right, boys, come on, and keep your powder out of the water."
It was firm bottom, but the water rose above the waist, with sufficient current so we had to brace against it in mid-stream. We trailed dripping up the eastern bank, coming out upon a well-travelled road. A hundred feet beyond was the cleft through the clay, and there Farrell halted us, dividing the men into two parties. Under his orders they disappeared like magic, the silent night engulfing them completely. The three of us, Duval, Farrell, and myself, alone remained in the deserted road.
"Duval," said the blacksmith quietly, "you an" the Major feel your way along to the top, an" discover what is happening. I"ll stay here, an"
take care of the boys."
The road was a gradual rise, the clay packed hard under foot, but from the summit we could look away for some distance over a level country, dimly revealed under the new moon. There was nothing in sight, and no sound disturbed the solitude. We sat down on a bunch of turf, rifles in hand, to wait patiently, our eyes scanning the distance.
"Who are those fellows back there?" I questioned at last, made nervous by the silence.
"The boys in the gulch? Jersey militiamen," he explained shortly. "You see there"s some of us that can"t get away all the time, because of the women and children, and the farm work. Besides, regular soldiering don"t just appeal to our sort. So we do our fighting round home in our own way.