"Nothing, by any chance, concerning me, Penelope?"
"Yes."
I was so startled that I found no word to question her.
"There is to be a battle," she said in a low voice. "Men will fight in the North. I do not know when. But there will be strange uniforms in the woods--not British red-coats.... And I know you, also, are to be there."
Her voice sank to a whisper.... "And there," she breathed, "you shall meet Death ... or Love."
When presently my composure returned to me, and I saw her still regarding me across the apple-bough, I felt inclined to laugh.
"When did this strange knowledge come to you?" I asked, smiling my unbelief.
"The day I first heard your voice at my cousin Bowman"s--waking me in my bed--and I came out and saw you in the eye of the rising sun. _And you were not alone._ And instantly I saw a strange battle that is not yet fought--and I saw you--the way you stood--there--dark and straight in a blinding sheet of yellow light made by cannon!... The world was aflame, and I saw you, tall and dark, shadowed against the blaze--but you did not fall.
"Then I came to my senses, and heard the bell ringing, and asked you what it meant. Do you remember?"
"Yes."
She released the apple-bough and came under it toward me, through a snow of falling blossoms.
"It will surely happen--this battle," she said. "I knew it when I saw you, and that other figure near you, where I sat your stolen horse and heard you shout at me in anger, and turned to look at you--then, also, I caught a glimpse of that _other_ figure near you."
"What other figure?"
"The one which was wrapped in white--like a winding sheet--and veiled.... Like Death.... Or a bride, perhaps."
A slight chill went over me, even in the warmth of the sun. But I laughed and said I knew not which would be the less welcome, having no stomach for Master Death, and even less, perhaps, for Mistress Bride.
"Doubtless," said I, "you saw some ghost of the morning mist afloat from the wet earth where I stood."
She made no answer.
Now, as the carriage still tarried, though I had seen Colas taking out the horses, I asked her indulgence for a few moments, and walked over to the well, where my men still sat at stick-knife. And here I called Nick aside and laid one hand on his shoulder:
"There was Indian smoke on Maxon an hour ago," said I. "Take Johnny Silver and travel the war trail north, but do not cross the creek to the east. I go as armed escort for a traveller to Caughnawaga, and shall return as soon as may be. Learn what you can and meet me here by sunrise tomorrow."
Nick grinned and cast a sidelong glance at Penelope Grant, where she stood in the orchard, watching us.
"Scotched by the Scotch," said he. "Adam fell; and so I knew you"d fall one day, John--in an apple orchard! Lord Harry! but she"s a pretty baggage, too! Only take care, John! for she"s soft and young and likes to be courted, and there"s plenty to oblige her when you"re away!"
"Let them oblige her then," said I, vexed, though I knew not why. "She stole my horse and would not surrender him until I pledged my word to give her escort back to Caughnawaga. And that is all my story--if it interests you."
"It does so," said he, his tongue in his cheek. At which I turned away in a temper, and encountered an officer, in militia regimentals of the Caughnawaga Regiment, coming through the orchard toward me.
"Hallo, Jack!" he called out to me, and I saw he was a friend of mine, Major Jelles Fonda, and hastened to offer him his officer"s salute.
When he had rendered it, he gave me his honest hand, and we linked arms and walked together toward the house, exchanging gossip concerning how it went with our cause in Johnstown and Caughnawaga. For the Fonda clan was respectable and strong among the landed gentry of Tryon, and it meant much to the cause of liberty that all the Fondas, I think without exception, had stood st.u.r.dily for their own people at a time when the vast majority of the influential and well-to-do had stood for their King.
When we drew near the house, Major Fonda perceived Penelope and went at once to her.
She dropped him a curtsey, but he took her hands and kissed her on both cheeks.
"I heard you were here," said he. "We sent old Douw Fonda to Albany for safety, not knowing what is like to come upon us out o" that d.a.m.ned Canada. And, knowing you had gone to your cousin Bowman"s, I rode over to my Bush, got news of you through a Mayfield militia man, and trailed you here. And now, my girl, you may take your choice; go to Albany and sit snug with the Patroon until this tempest breaks and blows over, or go to Johnstown Fort with me."
"Does not Douw Fonda need me?" she asked.
"Only your pretty face and sweet presence to amuse him. But, until we are certain that Sir John and Guy Johnson do not mean to return and murder us in our beds, Douw Fonda will not live in Caughnawaga, and so needs no housekeeper."
"Why not remain here with Lady Johnson and Mistress Swift," said I, "until we learn what to expect from Sir John and his friends in Canada?
These ladies are alone and in great anxiety and sorrow. And you could be of aid and service and comfort."
What made me say this I do not know. But, somehow, I did not seem to wish this girl to go to Albany, where there were many gay young men and much profligacy.
To sit on Douw Fonda"s porch with her knitting was one thing, and the sap-pan gallants had little opportunity to turn the head of this inexperienced girl; but Albany was a very different matter; and this maid, who said that she liked men, alone there with only an aged man to stand between her and idle, fashionable youth, might very easily be led into indiscretions. The mere thought of which caused me so lively a vexation that I was surprised at myself.
And now I perceived the carriage, with horses harnessed, and Colas in a red waistcoat and a red and green c.o.c.kade on his beaver.
We walked together to the Summer House. Lady Johnson came out on the veranda, and Claudia followed her.
When they saw Major Fonda, they bowed to him very coolly, and he made them both a stately salute, shrugged his epaulettes, and took snuff.
Lady Johnson said to Penelope: "Are you decided on abandoning two lonely women to their own devices, Penelope?"
"Do you really mean to leave me, who could love you very dearly?"
demanded Claudia, coming down and taking the girl by both hands.
"If you wish it, I am now at liberty to remain with you till Mr. Fonda sends for me," replied Penelope. "But I have no clothes."
Claudia embraced her with rapture. "Come to my room, darling!" she cried, "and you shall divide with me every st.i.tch I own! And then we shall dress each other"s hair! Shall we not? And we shall be very fine to drink a dish of tea with our friends, the enemy, yonder!"
She flung her arm around Penelope. Going, the girl looked around at me.
"Thank you for great kindness, my lord," she called back softly.
Lady Johnson said in a cold voice to Major Fonda: "If our misfortunes have not made us contemptible to you, sir, we are at home to receive any enemy officer who, like yourself, Major, chances to be also a gentleman."
"d.a.m.nation, Polly!" says he with a short laugh, "don"t treat an old beau to such stiff-neck language! You know cursed well I"d go down on both knees and kiss your shoes, though I"d kick the King"s shins if I met him!"
He pa.s.sed his arm through mine; we both bowed very low, then went away together, arm in arm, the Major fuming under his breath.
"Silly baggage," he muttered, "to treat an old friend so high and mighty. Dash it, what"s come over these Johnstown gentlemen and ladies.
Can"t we fight one another politely but they must affect to treat us as dirt beneath their feet, who once were welcome at their tables?"
At the well I called to my men, who got up from the gra.s.s and greeted Major Fonda with unmilitary familiarity.
"Major," said I, "we"re off to scout the Sacandaga trail and learn what we can. It"s cold sniffing, now, on Sir John"s heels, but there was Iroquois smoke on old Maxon this morning, and I should like at least to poke the dead ashes of that same fire before moonrise."
"Certainly," said the Major, gravely; and we shook hands.
"Now, Nick," said I briskly.