"Johnstown way, Mr. Renault. The Weasel, Tim Murphy, and Nick Stoner was a-smellin" after moccasin-prints on the Mayfield trail. About sunup they made smoke-signals at me that they was movin" Kingsboro way on a raw trail."
He brought me his tin cup full of rum and water. I drank a small portion of it, then rinsed throat and mouth, still standing.
"Butler and Ross, with a thousand rifles and baggage-wagons, are making for the Tribes Hill ford," I said. "A hundred Cayugas, Mohawks, and Tories burned Oswaya just after sunrise, and are this moment pushing on to Johnstown. We"ve got to get there before them, Elerson."
"Yes, sir," he said simply, glancing at the flint in his rifle.
"Is there any chance of our picking up the scout?"
"If we don"t, it"s a dead scout for sure," he returned gravely. "Tim Murphy wasn"t lookin" for scalpin" parties from the north."
I handed him his cup, tightened belt and breast-straps, trailed rifle, and struck the trail at a jog; and behind me trotted David Elerson, famed in ballad and story, which he could not read--nor could Tim Murphy, either, for that matter, whose learning lay in things unwritten, and whose eloquence flashed from the steel lips of a rifle that never spoke in vain.
Like ice-chilled wine the sweet, keen mountain air blew in our faces, filtering throat and nostrils as we moved; the rain that the frost had promised was still far away--perhaps not rain at all, but snow.
On we pressed, first breath gone, second breath steady; and only for the sickening foreboding that almost unnerved me when I thought of Elsin, I should not have suffered from the strain.
Somewhere to the west, hastening on parallel to our path, was strung out that pack of raiding bloodhounds; farther south, perhaps at this very instant entering Johnstown, moved the marauders from the north. A groan burst from my dry lips.
Slowing to a walk we began to climb, shoulder to shoulder, ascending the dry bed of a torrent fairly alive with partridges.
"Winter"s comin" almighty fast; them birds is a-packin" and a-buddin"
already. Down to the Bush I see them peckin" the windfall apples in your old orchard."
I scarcely heard him, but, as he calmly gossiped on, hour after hour, a feeling of dull surprise grew in me that at such a time a man could note and discuss such trifles. Ah, but he had no sweetheart there in the threatened town, menaced by death in its most dreadful shape.
"Are the women in the jail?" I asked, my voice broken by spasmodic breathing as we toiled onward.
"I guess they are, sir--leastways Jack Mount was detailed there to handle the milishy." And, after a pause, gravely and gently: "Is your lady there, sir?"
"Yes--G.o.d help her!"
He said nothing; there was nothing of comfort for any man to say. I looked up at the sun.
"It"s close to noontide, sir," said Elerson. "We"ll make Johnstown within the half-hour. Shall we swing round by the Hall and keep cover, or chance it by the road to Jimmy Burke"s?"
"What about the scout?" I asked miserably.
He shook his head, and over his solemn eyes a shadow pa.s.sed.
"Mayhap," he muttered, "Tim Murphy"s luck will hold, sir. He"s been fired at by a hundred of their best marksmen; he"s been in every b.l.o.o.d.y sc.r.a.pe, a.s.sault, ambush, retreat, "twixt Edward and Cherry Valley, and never a single bullet-scratch. We may find him in Johnstown yet."
He swerved to the right: "With your leave, Captain Renault, we"ll fringe the timber here. Look, sir! Yonder stands the Hall against the sky!"
We were in Johnstown. There, across Sir William"s tree-bordered pastures and rolling stubble-fields, stood the baronial hall. Sunlight sparkled on the windows. I saw the lilacs, the bare-limbed locusts, the orchards, still brilliant with scarlet and yellow fruit, the long stone wall and hedge fence, the lawns intensely green.
"It is deserted," I said in a low voice.
"Hark!" breathed Elerson, ear to the wind. After a moment I heard a deadened report from the direction of the village, then another and another; and, spite of the adverse breeze, a quavering, gentle, sustained sound, scarce more than a vibration, that hung persistently in the air.
"By G.o.d!" gasped Elerson, "it"s the bell at the jail! The enemy are here! Pull foot, sir! Our time has come!"
Down the slope we ran, headed straight for the village. Gunshots now sounded distinctly from the direction of the Court-House; and around us, throughout the whole country, guns popped at intervals, sometimes a single distant report, then a quick succession of shots, like hunters shooting partridges; but we heard as yet no volley-firing.
"Tories and scalpers harrying the outlying farms," breathed Elerson.
"Look sharp, sir! We"re close to the village, and it"s full o" Tories."
Right ahead of us stood a white house; and, as we crossed the hay-field behind it, a man came to the back door, leveled a musket, and deliberately shot at us. Instantly, and before he could spring back, Elerson threw up his rifle and fired, knocking the man headlong through the doorway.
"The impudent son of a s.l.u.t!" he muttered to himself, coolly reloading.
"Count one more Tory in h.e.l.l, Davy, lad!"
Priming, his restless eyes searched the road-hedge ahead, then, ready once more, we broke into a trot, scrambled through the fence, and started down the road, which had already become a village street. It was fairly swarming with men running and dodging about.
The first thing I saw clearly was a dead woman lying across a horse-block. Then I saw a constable named Hugh McMonts running down the street, chased closely by two Indians and a soldier wearing a green uniform. They caught him as we fired, and murdered him in a doorway with hatchet and gun-stock, spattering everything with the poor wretch"s brains.
Our impulsive and useless shots had instantly drawn the fire of three red-coated soldiers; and, as the big bullets whistled around us, Elerson grasped my arm, pulled me back, and darted behind a barn.
Through a garden we ran, not stopping to load, through another barnyard, scattering the chickens into frantic flight, then out along a stony way, our ears ringing with the harsh din of the jail bell.
"There"s the jail; run for it!" panted Elerson, as we came in sight of the solid stone structure, rising behind its palisades on the high ground.
I sprang across the road and up the slope, battering at the barricaded palings with my rifle-stock, while Elerson ran around the defenses bawling for admittance.
"Hurry, Elerson!" I cried, hammering madly for entrance; "here come the enemy"s baggage-wagons up the street!"
"Jack Mount! Jack Mount! Let us in, ye crazy loon!" shouted Elerson.
Somebody began to unbolt the heavy slab gate; it creaked and swung just wide enough for a man to squeeze through. I shoved Elerson inside and followed, pushing into a mob of scared militia and panic-stricken citizens toward a huge buckskinned figure at a stockade loophole on the left.
"Jack Mount!" I called, "where are the women? Are they safe?"
He looked around at me, nodded in a dazed and hesitating manner, then wheeled quick as a flash, and fired through the slit in the logs.
I crawled up to the epaulment and peered down into the dusty street. It was choked with the enemy"s baggage-wagons, now thrown into terrible confusion by the shot from Mount"s rifle. Horses reared, backed, swerved, swung around, and broke into a terrified gallop; teamsters swore and lashed at their maddened animals, and some batmen, carrying a dead or wounded teamster, flung their limp burden into a wagon, and, seizing the horses" bits, urged them up the hill in a torrent of dust.
I fumbled for my ranger"s whistle, set it to my lips, and blew the "Cease firing!"
"Let them alone!" I shouted angrily at Mount. "Have you no better work than to waste powder on a parcel of frightened clodhoppers? Send those militiamen to their posts! Two to a loop, yonder! Lively, lads; and see that you fire at nothing except Indians and soldiers. Jack, come up here!"
The big rifleman mounted the ladder and leaped to the rifle-platform, which quivered beneath his weight.
"I thought I"d best sting them once," he muttered. "Their main force has circled the town westward toward the Hall. Lord, sir, it was a bad surprise they gave us, for we understood that Willett held them at Tribes Hill!"
I caught his arm in a grip of iron, striving to speak, shaking him to silence.
"Where--where is Miss Grey?" I said hoa.r.s.ely. "You say the women are safe, do you not?"
"Mr. Renault--sir--" he stammered, "I have just arrived at the jail--I have not seen your wife."