The cargo was considered a very valuable one, consisting, as it did, chiefly of sugar and various liquors highly prized by the men of those days, and, after being duly advertised, was sold by John Stokes at Manasquan.
The Love and Unity was renamed the Washington, and at this time was lying at anchor near the mouth of Tom"s River, within the shelter of Barnegat Bay. As most of the men in the whaleboat, as well as the mighty Ted himself, were familiar with these facts, the words of Benzeor naturally created a far deeper impression than they might otherwise have done.
"I"ll tell ye what," said Ted suddenly, turning Benzeor about so that he could look directly into his face as he spoke, "ye seem so well posted I"ve half a mind to let ye go."
"I"m telling you just exactly what I heard," said Benzeor, his hope of escape instantly increasing. "That"s what I heard the men say."
"And it was in the mornin" when they was goin" to come?"
"Yes."
"Well, I"m a-goin" to let you off. Hold on a minit," he added as Benzeor strove to free himself. "I haven"t finished yet. I"m thinkin" of lettin"
ye go on one condition."
"What"s that?" said Benzeor eagerly.
"I"m comin" to that pretty quick. I"m pretty comfortable here, so to speak, and don"t appear to be in such a hurry as you." As the two men were still standing in the water, and Benzeor"s teeth were chattering from cold or fear, the words of the huge man were perhaps not fully appreciated by his prisoner. "Ye appear to be so happy over yer information--though fer my part I don"t see what ye held it back till this time fer--that I"m a-goin" to give ye a treat. I"m a-goin" to let ye go, yes, I am; ye needn"t be scart about that. Ye"re goin", and I"ll tell ye where ye"re goin", too. Ye"re goin, to join the crew o" this whaleboat and go down and help them defend the Washington against her enemies. That"s the condition I"m placin" on ye, and that"s what I"m goin" to do with ye."
And the powerful man picked Benzeor up in his arms and placed him in the whaleboat next to Peter, who, we may be sure, had not been an uninterested observer of all that had occurred.
"There ye be," said Ted, breaking forth into a loud laugh as he saw the dripping Benzeor hastily take his seat and glance apprehensively toward him. "Now, then," he added, turning to the leader, and still remaining in the water, which came well up to his shoulders as he placed his hand on the side of the supply boat, "if ye want me to, I"ll take charge o"
yer prize. You"ll be puttin" straight fer Tom"s River, I doubt not, and ye won"t want to be bothered by an extra craft. I"ll hide her in a good place up the sh.o.r.e, and likely enough I may come down to the bay myself in the night. Ye"ll be settin" up a-waitin" fer me, won"t ye?" he added, speaking to Benzeor.
As that individual made no reply, Ted again began to converse with the leader of the band, and in a few minutes all the details were arranged.
The captured boat was to be left in his charge, and soon the whaleboat started down the river toward the ocean.
The sun had now disappeared from sight, but the approach of night was all the more favorable for the plans of the men. When once they were out on the ocean, they hoisted a sail and sped rapidly down the coast.
A sail of a little more than twenty miles brought them to Barnegat Inlet, and as they entered the bay it was decided to make use of the oars again. It was almost midnight when at last they saw the Washington at anchor in Tom"s River, and their hail was quickly answered.
Little Peter was so thoroughly wearied by the labors of the long day that he was rejoiced to be told that he could turn in for the night.
Benzeor was to have a hammock near him, and, tired as the lad was, he eagerly began to ply the man with questions when they had withdrawn from their fellows.
"Benzeor, I came down here to find out about father. I suppose you know he was taken by Fenton"s gang and that my mother was shot?"
"I heard about it."
"It was terrible, Benzeor. I don"t know what I should have done if Sarah hadn"t taken the children. "Twas good of her, and of you, too, for you know all about it, I see. I shan"t forget it very soon."
As Benzeor made no reply, Peter continued: "I don"t know just what to do to find out about father. The pine robbers have their quarters down here, I"m told, and I thought I"d tell Captain Dennis about it and perhaps he would send out a party to search for him. I didn"t know just what to make of your being here at first, but I see you have had trouble with them, too. That was mean of Ted to treat you as he did when you said the pine robbers made you go with them. Was it Fenton"s band that got hold of you?"
"Yes; that is, I don"t think so. I"m not just sure who they were."
"Couldn"t have been Fenton then, for you know him when you see him, I"m sure. Benzeor, don"t you think I"d better report the capture of my father to Captain Dennis and ask him if he won"t send out a searching party?"
"No," said Benzeor slowly. "I don"t think that will do any good."
"Why not? What else can I do?"
"Why, the fact is," said Benzeor, "I heard those men talking about your father, too."
"Did you?" said Peter eagerly, sitting up in his hammock as he spoke. He could not see his companion"s face in the darkness, and perhaps it was as well for the troubled lad that he could not, for he would have seen little to comfort him expressed upon it.
"Yes, I heard "em. There"s no use in your reporting it to Captain Dennis or to any one else."
"Why not? Why not? They haven"t shot him, have they?"
"No. He"s been sent to New York."
Peter said no more. The thick darkness seemed like that within his own soul. All his efforts had been worse than useless, and the troubled boy knew not what next to do.
CHAPTER XX
THE FLEET OF BARGES
THE present visit was by no means the first which Little Peter had made to Barnegat Bay and the vicinity of Tom"s River. Before the outbreaking of the war he had occasionally gone there with Webberly West, the most noted hunter of deer and wolves in all the region. Great had been the pride of Little Peter when he had returned home with his first deer, some four or five years before this time; and, as he lay in his hammock that night, again and again his thoughts wandered from his present difficulties to the days when he had tramped through the region with the venerable hunter Webberly.
The old man had died just before the war began, but many of his quaint expressions and kindly acts remained in Little Peter"s memory. He it was who had taught him how to dig the pits and cover them over with brush, and place the tempting pieces of meat as a decoy for the prowling wolves. Little Peter could never forget the first time success had crowned his efforts, and he had looked down upon the eyes of the wolf which had fallen into the pit. He could feel the thrill of that excitement even now.
And Webberly had taught him also how to catch the great snapping turtles which abounded in the streams. Sometimes turtles were taken which weighed fully thirty pounds each. What savage creatures they were! and yet the old hunter had handled them as if he had known no fear. A constant war was waged upon these creatures by the settlers for two reasons, one of which was that they were highly valued as an article of food. The captive would be thrown into a barrel and for a few days fed upon the refuse from the tables, to which perhaps at times more substantial food would be added, and then when the turtles had gained the proper degree of plumpness, a feast would be made to which friends and neighbors were not infrequently invited. The eggs of the turtles also were highly valued; and so plentiful were they in the warm sand along the sh.o.r.e that a bushel-basket was frequently filled with them after a brief search. It was true the foxes were as eager as the men to dig out and devour the turtles" eggs, but the supply appeared to be almost inexhaustible and there were more than enough for all.
Another reason which prompted the settlers to prey upon the huge turtles was the fact that their ducks suffered from the savage creatures. A turtle would seize a duck in his claws and tear and devour the bird in an incredibly short time. Naturally, the owners of the ducks objected to the methods of the turtles, and a constant warfare was the result.
Peter had occasionally gone down to Barnegat with Indian John also. The Indian always seemed to know just where the clams could be found in greatest abundance, and he knew as well just how they ought to be cooked. He would dig a hole in the sand and then fill it with wood, to which he would set fire. Then the clams would be poured into the place and covered over with seaweed and brush. When a sufficient time had pa.s.sed, the brush and seaweed would be raked out, and the cooked clams were considered as a great luxury. This custom of the Indians was bequeathed to the whites, and their method of cooking the clams remains in some portions of the land until this day.
Between the thoughts of his own troubles and his recollections of former visits to the place in which he then was, not much sleep came to Little Peter that night. The knowledge that his father had been sent to New York--for the troubled lad did not think of doubting Benzeor"s words--and the prospect of an attack upon the Washington on the following morning were both sources of deep anxiety to the sadly troubled boy. Only four men were on board when the whaleboat had returned; and while the addition of the ten men she brought, or eleven if Benzeor was to be included in the list of the Washington"s defenders, materially increased her strength, still, the prospect of a strong defense was not very bright, and if the truth was known Little Peter was not the only one on board who pa.s.sed a sleepless night.
In addition to all this, the lad was sorely troubled as to his own future movements. With his father a prisoner in New York and the children quartered for the present at Benzeor"s, Little Peter could not determine what was best for him to do. To go to the city and seek to aid his father there would be worse than useless now; nor was he able to provide for his younger brothers and sisters. The problem had not been solved when at last he fell into a troubled sleep, from which he was awakened by the sound of men moving about on deck.
Hastily arising, and noting that Benzeor already was astir, he soon made his way up to his companions. The sun was well up in the eastern sky, and the men were preparing for such a defense as might be made against any attempt to retake the boat.
Little Peter found that the most of the men did not believe that any such attempt would be made; and the suspicion with which they regarded Benzeor increased the feeling of sympathy which the lad felt for him, for to him it seemed as if his neighbor had been most unjustly treated, not only by the powerful Ted, but by the men of the whaleboat as well.
He thought he had abundant cause for believing in Benzeor"s honesty, for had he not received his own little brothers and sisters into his home?
Surely, a man who would do that could not be bad, and his indignation against his recent companions increased as he noticed their ill-concealed dislike for his neighbor.
The men all had breakfast on board; and while a constant watch was maintained, nothing as yet had been seen to arouse their suspicion that an attack was likely to be made. Even Little Peter was beginning to think that either Benzeor had been mistaken or that the British had changed their plans, and that nothing would be done that morning. He was about to approach the leader and explain to him the necessity for his own departure, when he was startled by a cry from the watch.
Looking out over the bay, Little Peter could see a number of barges approaching. Startled by the sight, he counted the boats until he could distinctly make out eight of them. Doubtless there were eight or ten men in each boat, and altogether there must be at least seventy in the approaching party.
The excitement on board the Washington at once became intense. The men stood together on the deck watching the little fleet on the bay. The only means by which they could defend themselves were their muskets, and it was soon discovered that these would not avail much against the enemy, for with the aid of a gla.s.s it was discovered that in the bow of one of the approaching boats a small cannon had been mounted.
A hurried consultation was held by the men on board, to which neither Little Peter nor Benzeor was invited; the former because he was considered too young to be of much account, and the latter because no one trusted him.
"They"ll get this craft now," said Benzeor, approaching the place where the lad was standing. "Perhaps these fellows will believe me another time."