The crowd had pressed closer, watching Stuart with increasing excitement.
The sentinel clubbed his musket and pressed against the front men savagely.
"Stand back!"
The people slowly retreated. Lee turned to Lieutenant Green.
"Your men are ready for action?"
"They await your orders, sir."
"I suppose you wish the honor of leading the troops in taking these men out of the Engine House?"
Green smiled and bowed.
"Thank you, Colonel!"
"Pick a detail of only twelve men, with a reserve of twelve more. When Lieutenant Stuart gives you the signal, a.s.sault the Engine House and batter down the doors with sledge hammers--"
Green saluted.
"Yes, sir."
Lee spoke his next command in sharp emphasis.
"The citizens inside whom the raiders are holding must not be harmed.
See to this when you gain an entrance. Once inside, pick your enemies.
You understand?"
"Perfectly, sir."
"Hold your men in check until the signal to attack. I hope it will not be necessary to give it. I shall do my best to avoid further bloodshed."
"All right, sir."
Green saluted and stood at attention awaiting the arrival of Stuart.
Lee"s aide had approached the Engine House, watched in breathless suspense by a crowd of more than two thousand people. In spite of the efforts of the sentinels they had jammed every inch of s.p.a.ce commanding a view of the enclosure.
When Stuart reached the bullet-marked door he called:
"For Mr. Smith, the commander of the invaders, I have a communication from Colonel Lee!"
Brown opened the door about four inches and placed his body against the crack. Stuart could see through the opening his hand gripping a rifle.
He refused to open it further and the parley was held with the door ajar.
He at last allowed Stuart to enter.
His first look at the man"s face startled him. The full gray beard could not mask the terrible mouth which he had studied one day in Kansas. And nothing could dim the flame that burned in his blue-gray eyes.
He recognized him instantly.
"Why, aren"t you old Osawatomie Brown of Kansas, whom I once held there as my prisoner?"
"Yes, but you didn"t keep me."
"I have a written communication from Colonel Lee."
"Read it."
Stuart drew the sheet of paper from his pocket and read in his clear, ringing voice:
"Headquarters Harper"s Ferry,
October 18, 1859.
Colonel Lee, United States Army, commanding the troops sent by the President of the United States to suppress the insurrection at this place, demands the surrender of the people in the Armory buildings."
"If they will peaceably surrender themselves and return the pillaged property, they shall be kept in safety to await the orders of the President. Colonel Lee reports to them, in all frankness, that it is impossible for them to escape, that the Armory is surrounded by troops, and that if he is compelled to take them by force he cannot answer for their safety.
R. E. LEE, _Colonel Commanding U. S. Troops_."
Stuart waited and Brown made no reply.
"You will surrender?"
"I will not," was the prompt answer.
In vain the young officer tried to persuade the stubborn old man to submit without further loss of life.
"I advise you to trust to the clemency of the Government," Stuart urged.
"I know what that means, sir. A rope for my men and myself. I prefer to die just here."
"I"ll give you a short time to think it over and return for your final answer."
Brown at once began to barricade the doors and windows. And Stuart reported to his commander.
Lee met him at the gate.
"Well?"
"A little surprise for us, Colonel--"
"He refuses to surrender?"