Putman and Salisbury both looked back. Said the one, grimly:
"They are not coming to answer the militia call; they have rifles but neither regimentals nor packs."
Said the other: "I wish we were clean split at Fonda"s Bush, so that an honest man might know when "neighbor" spells "traitor" in low Dutch."
"Some riddles are best solved by bullets," muttered the other. "Who argues with wolves or plays cat"s-cradle with catamounts!"
Glancing again over my shoulder, I saw that the two behind us were mending their pace and must soon come up with us. And so they did, Putman giving them a civil good-day.
"Have you any news, John Drogue?" inquired young Helmer.
I replied that I had none to share with him, meaning only that I had no news at all. But Cady took it otherwise and his flat-featured face reddened violently, as though the pox were coming out on him.
And, "What the devil," says he, "does this young, forest-running c.o.c.kerel mean? And why should he not share his news with John Helmer here,--yes, or with me, too, by G.o.d, or yet with any true man in County Tryon?"
I said that I had not intended any such meaning; that he mistook me; and that I had aimed at no discourtesy to anybody.
"And safer for you, too!" retorted Cady in a loud and threatening tone.
"A boy"s wisdom lies in his silence."
"Johnny Helmer asked a question of me," said I quietly. "I replied as best I knew how."
"Yes, and I"ll ask a dozen questions if I like!" shouted Cady. "Don"t think to bully me or cast aspersions on my political complexion!"
"If," said I, "your political complexion be no clearer than your natural one, G.o.d only can tell what ferments under your skin."
At which he seemed so taken aback that he answered nothing; but Helmer urgently demanded to know what political views I pretended to carry.
"I wear mine on my back," said I pleasantly, glancing around at both Helmer and Cady, who bore no packs on their backs in earnest of their readiness for service.
"You are a d.a.m.ned impudent boy!" retorted Cady, "whatever may be your politics or your complexion."
Salisbury and Putman looked around at him in troubled silence, and he said no more for the moment. But Helmer"s handsome features darkened again: and, "I"ll not be put upon," said he, "whatever Charlie Cady stomachs! Who is Jack Drogue to flaunt his pack and his politics under my nose!
"And," he added, looking angrily at me, "by every natural right a gentleman should be a King"s man. So if your politics stink somewhat of Boston, you are doubly suspect as an ingrate to the one side and a favour-currying servant to the other!"
I said: "Had Sir William lived to see this day in Tryon, I think he, also, would be wearing his regimentals as I do, and to the same purpose."
Cady burst into a jeering laugh: "Say as much to Sir John! Go to the Hall and say to Sir John that his father, had he lived, would this day be sending out a district militia call! Tell him that, young c.o.c.kerel, if you desire a flogging at the guard-house."
"You know more of floggings than do I," said I quietly. Which stopt his mouth. For, despite my scarcity of years, I had given him a sound beating the year before, being so hara.s.sed and pestered by him because I had answered the militia-call on the day that General Schuyler marched up and disarmed Sir John"s Highlanders at the Hall.
Putman, beside whom I was marching, turned to me and said, loud enough for all to hear: "You are only a lad, John Drogue, but I bear witness that you display the patience and good temper of a grown man. For if Charlie Cady, here, had picked on me as he has on you, he sure had tasted my rifle-b.u.t.t before now!"
"Neighbors must bear with one another in such times," said I, "and help each other stamp down the earth where the war-axe lies buried."
And, "d.a.m.n you!" shouts Cady at a halt, "I shall not stir a step more to be insulted. I shall not budge one inch, bell or no bell, call or no call!----"
But Helmer dropped to the rear and got him by the elbow and pulled him forward; and I heard them whispering together behind us as we hastened on.
Herman Salisbury said: "A pair of real tree-cats, old Tom and little Kit! I"m in half a mind to turn them back!" And he swung his brown rifle from the shoulder and let it drop to the hollow of his left arm--an insult and a menace to any man.
"They but answer their nature, which is to nose about and smell out what"s a-frying," growled Putman. "Shall we turn them back and be done with them? It will mean civil war in Fonda"s Bush."
"Watched hens never lay," said I. "Let them come with us. While they remain under our eyes the stale old plan they brood will addle like a cluck-egg."
Salisbury nodded meaningly:
"So that I can see my enemy," growled he, "I have no care concerning him. But let him out o" sight and I fret like a chained beagle."
As he finished speaking we came into Stoner"s clearing, which was but a thicket of dead weed-stalks in a fallow field fenced by split rails.
Fallow, indeed, lay all the Stoner clearing, save for a patch o"
hen-scratched garden at the log-cabin"s dooryard; for old Henry Stoner and his forest-running sons were none too fond of dallying with plow and hoe while rifle and fish-pole rested across the stag-horn"s crotch above the chimney-piece.
And if ever they fed upon anything other than fish and flesh, I do not know; for I never saw aught growing in their garden, save a dozen potato-vines and a stray corn-stalk full o" worms.
Around the log house in the clearing already were gathered a dozen or sixteen men, the greater number wearing the tow-cloth rifle-frock of the district militia.
Other men began to arrive as we came up. Everywhere great, sinewy hands were extended to greet us; old Henry Stoner, sprawling under an apple tree, saluted us with a harsh pleasantry; and I saw the gold rings shining in his ears.
Nick came over to where I stood, full of that devil"s humour which so often urged him into--and led him safely out of--endless sc.r.a.pes betwixt sun-up and moon-set every day in the year.
"It"s Sir John we"re to take, I hear," he said to me with a grin. "They say the lying louse of a Baronet has been secretly plotting with Guy Johnson and the Butlers in Canada. What wonder, then, that our Provincial Congress has its belly full of these same Johnstown Tories and must presently spew them up. And they say we are to march on the Hall at noon and hustle our merry Baronet into Johnstown jail."
I felt myself turning red.
"Is it not decent to give Sir John the benefit of doubt until we learn why that bell is ringing?" said I.
"There we go!" cried Nick Stoner. "Just because your father loved Sir William and you may wear gold lace on your hat, you feel an attachment to all quality. Hearken to me, John Drogue: Sir William is dead and the others are as honourable as a pack of Canada wolves." He climbed to the top of the rickety rail fence and squatted there. "The landed gentry of Tryon County are a pack of b.l.o.o.d.y wolves," said he, lighting his cob pipe;--"Guy Johnson, Colonel Claus, Walter Butler, every one of them--every one!--only excepting you, John Drogue! Look, now, where they"re gathering in the Canadas--Johnsons, Butlers, McDonalds,--the whole Tory pack--with Brant and his Mohawks stole away, and Little Abraham like to follow with every warrior from the Lower Castle!
"And do you suppose that Sir John has no interest in all this Tory treachery? Do you suppose that this poisonous Baronet is not in constant and secret communication with Canada?"
I looked elsewhere sullenly. Nick took me by the arm and drew me up to a seat beside him on the rail fence.
"Let"s view it soberly and fairly, Jack," says he, tapping his palm with the stem of his pipe, through which smoke oozed. "Let"s view it from the start. Begin from the Boston business. Now, then! George the Virginian got the Red-coats cooped up in Boston. That"s the Yankee answer to too much British tyranny.
"We, in the Northland, looked to our landed gentry to stand by us, lead us, and face the British King who aims to turn us into slaves.
"We called on our own governing cla.s.s to protect us in our ancient liberties,--to arm us, lead us in our own defense! We begged Guy Johnson to hold back his savages so that the Iroquois Confederacy should remain pa.s.sive and take neither the one side nor t"other.
"I grant you that Sir William in his day did loyally his uttermost to quiet the Iroquois and hold his own Mohawks tranquil when Cresap was betrayed by Dunmore, and the first breeze from this storm which is now upon us was already stirring the Six Nations into restlessness."
"Sir William," said I, "was the greatest and the best of all Americans."
He said gravely: "Sir William is dead. May G.o.d rest his soul. But this is the situation that confronts us here this day on the frontier: We appealed to the landed gentry of Tryon. They sneered at us, and spoke of us as rebels, and have used us very scornfully--all excepting yourself, John!
"They forced Alec White on us as Sheriff, and he broke up our meetings.
They strove by colour of law and by illegal force to stamp out in Tryon County the last spark of liberty, of manhood among us. G.o.d knows what we have endured these last few years from the landed gentry of Tryon!--what we have put up with and stomached since the first shot was fired at Lexington!