"Well, I will tell you one thing," said Enoch, whose pale face showed how angry he was. "Don"t let me catch you outside this gate again. And when Caleb gets back--he will be out before the thirty days are up----"
"He will, eh? How is he going to get out?"
"He will get out; don"t you forget it. And when he comes back, you had better stay in the house unless you want your other eye tied up too."
James did not say any more, for something Enoch had said had started a serious train of reflections in his mind. He looked sharply at Enoch for a second or two, and then turned and walked into the house, while Enoch kept on toward home.
"If Caleb won"t lick him I will lick him myself," soliloquized the boy, who was so excited that he could scarcely keep from going back and a.s.saulting James in his own dooryard. "I don"t know now how I kept my hands off him."
"Well, what did that young rebel have to say to you?" said Mr. Howard, as James entered the sitting-room where his father was. "Did you tell him about Caleb?"
"I did, and he was as saucy about it as you please," said James. "He says that Caleb won"t stay in prison for thirty days, and when he comes out he will fix my other eye to be tied up, too."
"He won"t stay there for thirty days!" said his father. "What does he mean by that? They can"t capture the schooner, for if she sees a boat coming out with a lot of men on board, she will slip her anchor and put out to sea. I guess he will stay there thirty days."
"I guess I had better stay in the house altogether," said James, with an air of disgust. "I have made Enoch mad at me, and he will beat me if he sees me on the streets."
"Why don"t you let him punch you?" said Mr. Howard. "Then we will have him shut up too."
James did not see fit to answer this question. He looked at his father with surprise and then walked out on the porch again.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE CHEER.
When Enoch reached home it was pretty near night. He found his mother there, engaged in her usual occupation of reading the book, and without saying a word she put it down and got up and embraced her boy as though she had not seen him for long months.
"Why, mother, you must have thought I was in some danger," said Enoch.
"You failed, did you not?" asked his mother in reply.
"We failed from not surrounding the church as we ought to have done,"
said Enoch, in a discouraged tone. "They went straight through the house, hoisted the windows behind the preacher and so got away; and we never saw them at all until they were so far away that we could not catch them. There were seven of them there."
"I wanted to go out when they were firing at you but I did not dare.
They must have hit some of you, of course?"
"They did not try to hit us. They just fired over our heads, and then got the schooner under way and dropped three miles down the bay. I wanted that the fellows should capture one of the sloops and go out there and take her, but they would not agree to it. Caleb is on that boat and he is in irons, too."
"How do you know that?"
"James Howard told me so, and it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself. If those men are not any braver to-morrow than they were to-day, we will not capture the schooner."
Enoch said this with a despairing air, as if he did not much care whether or not the schooner were captured, and then asked his mother if she had anything to eat. He had not had a mouthful since early that morning and he felt the need of something nourishing. His mother replied by serving up the dinner which she had kept warm for him, and Enoch sat down to it with an appet.i.te which not even the discouragements of the day could wholly interfere with. He told his mother everything that had happened to him since he took leave of her in the morning, including his conversation with James Howard, and by the time he got through Mrs.
Crosby was as disgusted as he was.
"It seems to me that by the time that schooner got under way to drop down the bay would have been a good season to have followed her up,"
said she, picking up the book again. "I am afraid that some of you are going to get hurt to-morrow."
"Do you believe that they will make an attack on her?" exclaimed Enoch.
"Of course I do. Such men as Zeke and O"Brien will not let this thing go by default."
"I hope to goodness you"re right. The first thing I do when I find myself aboard that schooner will be to keep my eyes and ears open for Caleb Young. I tell you I will be glad to see him."
His mother"s words put a little encouragement into his heart, but still Enoch did not feel inclined to talk. He kept thinking of Caleb all the while, but bedtime came at length, and he kissed his mother good night and went off to his room. He slept, too, for you will remember that he didn"t get any slumber on the previous night. He did not know anything more until his mother opened his door and called him to breakfast.
"I declare, mother, I do not often let you get up and build a fire,"
said Enoch, as he opened the door and walked out on the porch to wash his hands and face. "You see--what"s that?"
Enoch paused with his hands full of soap, which he had been on the point of rubbing on his face, and straightened up. Faint and far off, but still distinct, came the sound for which he had been so long waiting.
Clear and loud above all came the voice of Zeke, so penetrating that there was not another voice in the company of men that he had gathered that could imitate him.
"Mother, mother!" exclaimed Enoch, drying his face upon the towel. "The cheer has come. I must be off at once."
"You will not have time to eat any breakfast, so I will fix up a snack for you to eat as you go along," said his mother, walking briskly to the table. "There is a gun, my boy, that never misses its mark," she continued, as Enoch mounted into a chair and took the old flint-lock down from its place. "Don"t you get it into any bad habits. May heaven send you back to me safe and sound."
There were no tears shed on either side. Enoch was going to do his duty as any Union-loving boy might, his mother was encouraging him in it, and both of them hoped for the best. Enoch slung on his powder-horn and bullet-pouch, seized the bite which his mother had put up for him, and rushed out to the gate; but he had not made many steps when he saw Mrs.
Young coming toward him. Her face was pale, but she did not act as though she had been crying.
"The next time you see me you will see Caleb," said Enoch, never once slackening his pace. "He is aboard that boat and I know it. Good-by."
"Oh, Enoch, be sure and release Caleb for me," said Mrs. Young.
"Remember he is all I have."
"When you see me you will see Caleb, too. I shall not return without him."
Enoch ran along, not going half as fast as he might, for he had his breakfast to eat on the way, and when he arrived opposite Mr. Howard"s house he saw all of the family out on the porch listening to the cheer which every few minutes came as long and as loud as ever. Enoch was going by without speaking to them, but hearing the sound of his footsteps James came out to the gate and stopped him.
"What is your hurry?" said he. "Where are you going?"
"I have business on hand, and I can"t stop to talk you," was the reply.
"That cheer must amount to something, or you would not be in such haste to answer it," said James. "Does it mean that all you rebels are to go down there? There goes another," he added, pointing to a man who just then came out of a house and started toward the wharf, carrying a pitchfork in his hand. "You men are going to get into trouble."
"Well, we are not the only ones who will be there," said Enoch, shouting the words over his shoulder.
"You think you are going to get that schooner, don"t you?" yelled James, for the rapid pace at which Enoch was traveling took him almost out of the reach of his (James") voice. "Wait until you come back. The last one of you will be in irons."
We do not know whether these words reached Enoch, but if they did they had no effect upon him. Having crowded all his breakfast into his mouth, he carried his gun at "arms port" and ran with all speed toward the wharf. When he came within sight of it he found that the good work was already going on. There were thirty men there at work at one of the sloops throwing her deck-load overboard, and on the sh.o.r.e were the crew, standing motionless with their arms folded as if they were prisoners.
The first man to discover Enoch was...o...b..ien, who, with his coat and hat off, was busily engaged with the others in unloading the sloop.
"Here you are," said he. "Go up there and take the place of one of those men as guards of the prisoners, while the man you relieve comes here and helps throw off this lumber. You have got a gun. Is it loaded?"