Through the winter the people of the Grants had lived almost entirely at peace with their troublesome neighbors over the border. But there were certain active spirits among the Yorkers who were waiting only for the coming of spring to continue their persecutions. Because of the raids by the leaders of the Green Mountain Boys, there were warrants out for several, and Captain Baker was one of these who was wanted by the Albany authorities. The infamous John Munro who had accepted the office of Justice of the Peace from the New York party, gathered ten or twelve choice spirits on the night of March 22d, and feeling the security of numbers approached the home of the Grants" remarkable marksman, his mind fixed firmly upon the reward that had been offered for the apprehension of "the outlaw, Baker."
The Green Mountain Boy was not a man to be attacked without due consideration, and the Yorkers came to the house in the dead of night, breaking in without warning, and capturing Captain Baker in his bed.
Even thus handicapped Baker fought with desperation and, overpowered by numbers and cruelly wounded, only gave over the struggle when he saw that the Yorkers were beating his wife and son as well.
"I surrender to ye, ye dogs!" he cried. "But let the woman and child alone," and at that they ceased to belabor Mrs. Baker and Robbie and set about removing the captive as expeditiously as possible. Robbie had been asleep in the loft with his guest when the attack was made and had run down the ladder to get at the guns; but this last was impossible.
Enoch"s rifle was likewise down-stairs and he was unable to help his friends; but instead of showing himself to the enemy he lifted a corner of the bark roof and crept outside. It was dark, and although there was a watch kept without the house, he was not observed and managed to reach the ground by climbing down the corner logs.
By this time Captain Baker was a prisoner. They allowed him to partly dress and then securing him with thongs, brought him forth and threw him into a sledge which was in waiting. Their haste was obvious. Even in the night, and at this distance from any succor, the cowardly justice and his friends feared that members of the Green Mountain company would be aroused, and they had no wish to face Baker"s comrades. Their idea was to get him across the Hudson and to Albany as swiftly as possible.
But Enoch, though unable to render his friends any a.s.sistance in the fight, had not been idle. Keeping the house between him and the Yorkers at the door, he reached the stable. Mrs. Baker"s voice rose above the general din, begging the Yorkers to spare her husband--to at least allow her to bind up the wound in his head before they took him away. But they merely laughed at her request. It made Enoch grit his teeth in rage, and pulling open the door of the stable he quickly entered and flung the captain"s saddle upon the horse. Buckling the girth tightly he backed the steed out of the hovel and was astride it before the enemy observed him.
With a smart slap on the creature"s flank Nuck sent the horse tearing down the road to Bennington and was almost out of rifle shot before the Yorkers realized his escape and the meaning of it. Several shots followed him, so reckless were the justice"s companions, but there was no pursuit. Instead, the villains tumbled into the sledge and upon the backs of their own steeds, and amid the cries of the woman and Robbie, took the way to the Twenty-Mile Line and Albany. The prisoner"s wife and son scarcely realized what Nuck"s escape meant; it looked as though the guest had fled when peril threatened the helpless family. But Nuck very well knew what he was about.
It was still several hours before dawn, but the moon brilliantly illumined the forest road and as the way was fairly well beaten, Nuck set the horse at his fastest pace. He knew that he could find men at Bennington--particularly at the Green Mountain Inn--who would consider no hardship too great to a.s.sist the captured settler. Many of Remember Baker"s own company of Green Mountain Boys would be in town and Stephen Fay, the host, would be able to tell him where to find these men quickly. It was a long ride to the Hudson and the hope of overtaking the Yorkers and their prisoner spurred the boy on.
On and on flew the horse and rider until at last the scattered houses of the hamlet came into view. The settlement lay lifeless under the cold winter sky; not a spiral of smoke rose from the broad-topped chimneys, for the fires in every house were banked during the night, and it was too early for the spryest kitchen-maid to be astir. The horse thundered up to the door of the Catamount Inn and Nuck"s wild halloa brought a night-capped head to the window instantly--that of the innkeeper.
"What might be the news, neighbor?" he demanded.
"Captain Baker has been carried off by the Yorkers!" shouted Nuck, and his words were heard by other night-capped heads at other windows about the inn. ""Squire Munro and some others came and got him out of bed.
They"ve driven off toward the Line."
""Member Baker"s captured!" The word was taken up by a dozen voices and the settlers dressed hurriedly and ran forth from their houses.
Meanwhile Master Fay had aroused certain men who happened to be in his hostelry, as well as the stablemen in the yard. There was a great bustle about the inn. "Boy!" cried the innkeeper to Nuck, who still bestrode Captain Baker"s horse, "do you go and call Isaac Clark and Joe Safford.
They"ll have their horses handy--and good horses, too, I"ll be bound.
Tell them to come here with saddle and rifle."
These two men lived at the other end of the village. Nuck routed them out and in fifteen minutes was back with them at the inn. By that time quite a crowd had collected and ten men beside Nuck were found to be mounted and ready to set forth after the Yorkers. Each was a tried Green Mountain Boy and eager to take satisfaction for the attack upon their leader. Ten men were considered ample to attack the Yorkers, and with a promise to the bystanders to recapture "Member Baker, even though they followed him to Albany, the cavalcade galloped away from the Green Mountain Inn, Enoch riding in their train.
CHAPTER VIII
THE TRAITOR"S WAY
Remember Baker lived at Arlington, and the distance from that new settlement, it could hardly be called a village, to Bennington was about two and a half miles. Enoch Harding might have given the alarm to the neighbors of the captured man, but he knew that they would not be able to pursue the Yorkers, for good horse flesh was scarce outside of Bennington. And Robbie would doubtless rouse them, anyway, as soon as he was recovered from his fright. As he saw it, Enoch believed his duty to point to the Catamount Inn, and we have seen how quickly a company was formed there for the chase of the Yorkers and their prisoner.
Enoch had ridden Baker"s horse hard into town and now he followed behind the ten rescuers, urging the animal to still greater efforts. The hard-packed snow rang merrily under the hoofs of the steeds. Fortunately the boy"s mount had been well "sharpened" by the local smith shortly before, or riding recklessly as he did the horse might have suffered a fall, and Enoch been flung off. Nevertheless he could not keep up with Isaac Clark and his companions, so gradually fell behind. His steed"s wind was sound, however, and he pursued the trail steadily.
The rescuers showed no hesitation in choosing their route. There were but a few beaten trails and they knew the road John Munro and his party would take with the prisoner to the bank of the Hudson. They could not miss it. The road from Arlington broke into this main trail at a point not far beyond the confines of Bennington and there it was at once apparent that the sledge and hors.e.m.e.n had pa.s.sed that way not long before. There were plain marks of the runners and the ice and snow were cut up by the feet of the flying horses. The fact that the Yorkers numbered as many--if not more--than themselves, did not disturb the Green Mountain Boys in the least. "A Grants man who is not good for two or three of the scurvy Yorkers, is no good at all!" Stephen Fay had declared when they set forth, and probably the only emotions the ten felt as they rode on were eagerness and wrath.
Meanwhile, behind them raced Enoch Harding, desiring mightily to "be in at the death," as the fox-hunters say. His heavy farmhorse could not compete with the mounts of the posse, however, and with tears in his eyes he saw them increase the distance between themselves and his animal. But he doggedly pursued the road, while the clatter of hoofs grew mellow in the distance. The morning was very still; the moon had sunk now and the stars were fading before the gray light of the coming day. In the east behind him the sky was even streaked with pink above the mountain-tops; the wind blew more keenly and he suddenly awoke to the fact that he was almost perished with the cold, for he had stopped for neither greatcoat nor mittens.
Finally arriving at the top of a ridge of land he saw before him--at least two miles along the road and just mounting another ridge--a group of flying horses with a sledge in their midst, the prisoner and his captors. At first he did not see the Green Mountain Boys at all; but as his own horse plunged down the slope he suddenly observed the squadron which had left the Bennington Inn, come out of the dip of the valley where the trees were thickest, and begin the ascent of the further ridge. The two parties were less than half a mile apart.
But from the elevation he was on Enoch had seen something else. The second ridge was lower than this and over it and not very far beyond he had caught a glimpse of the frozen Hudson! The river was not far away.
Would the settlers catch the scoundrelly New York justice and his companions before they reached the river?
And this must be done if they would rescue Captain Baker. It was all very well to talk of following the party to Albany; but that would simply result in the imprisonment of all in the jail. Once at the river the Yorkers would be among friends and would find plenty of people to help them beat off the Green Mountain Boys. The latter understood this well enough. They did not need young Enoch Harding to tell them, and it was quite evident to the boy that his friends were spurring their horses desperately up the farther slope in a last grand burst of speed to overtake the fugitives.
On and on they sped and finally, when Enoch reached the dip of the vale, Clark and his party were over the hill and had disappeared. The boy dared not urge his horse up the ascent too rapidly and he lost much precious time before reaching the summit. But once here he had a broad outlook over the slope and plain beyond and if he could not be present, at least he had an un.o.bstructed view of the end of the chase. The Green Mountain Boys had spurred down the hill madly and gained upon the sledge so rapidly that the faint-hearted Yorkers were thrown into a panic. The horses attached to the sledge gave out and one of them slipped and fell in the harness. Instead of stopping to help Munro get the animal on its feet, the hors.e.m.e.n, with the fear of punishment from the angry pursuers before their eyes, rode on and scattered in the thick woods beyond, leaving the doughty justice to meet the posse alone. Munro was not a physical coward and he felt that with the majesty of the law--New York law--behind him, he could face Baker"s friends.
They bore down upon him with threatening cries, but he stood his ground and warned them at the top of his voice neither to shoot nor to try to rescue his prisoner. There was no need of firearms, of course, for they were ten to one now. But they laughed his authority to scorn. What!
allow him to carry "Member Baker to Albany to be tried by a judge who was himself interested in land speculations, and by a jury antagonistic to the settlers of the Grants? It was preposterous!
Baker, who suffered sorely from his wounds, was untied and placed upon one of the horses which could carry double. The posse felt ugly, but they did not harm the justice and after some wordy warfare rode away again, leaving Munro to get his horse up and harnessed again to the sledge without their help. His threats of future punishment for the entire party were unnoticed. Their wild ride had been crowned with success, for they had recovered their wounded comrade within a mile of the Hudson River, and they took him home without any molestation.
But Captain Baker was weak from the loss of blood and terribly shaken by the experience and was in bed and under the care of a surgeon for some days. The news of the Yorkers" raid spread throughout the Grants and the settlers whose fears had been lulled to sleep by the peace of the winter, were roused to a realization of the fact that the land grabbers intended to be quite as active in the future as they had been in the past. The next training day the conversation of the Green Mountain Boys who were present in Bennington was bitter indeed. Cochran, and such reckless spirits, were for retaliating with fire and bullet on the New York border. Nevertheless Warner and other more moderate men counseled forbearance.
"We overawed the sheriff"s army last year, it is true. But at that time we had given the people of New York no reasonable excuse for attacking us," declared Warner. "We"ve beech-sealed more than one surveyor and warned New York settlers off the farms they had stolen since then. We"ve been obliged to use force and now force will be used against us. But I find that many of these New York settlers have been brought here under a misapprehension. They did not understand the controversy before they got the farms, and believed that the land-grabbers really owned the property of which they are in possession. To visit our righteous wrath upon helpless women and children will not help the cause of the Grants."
Many of his hearers, however, were not convinced. ""Member Baker"s been beaten and his wife and boy ill-treated. What are we going to do about it?" was the demand.
"Complaint has already been made to Governor Tryon of New York, and John Munro may be punished by his own side for what he did the other night."
"And there"s "Member"s gun," spoke up another ill-affected partisan.
"Munro stole it and has got it to his house. I"m told so by a neighbor of his. "Member thinks a deal of that gun."
"I"ll get that," said Warner, quickly. ""Member shall have his property back before next training day."
And with that promise the disaffected spirits were satisfied for the time being. When Enoch rode away from Bennington on his return home that afternoon, the Connecticut giant overtook him on the road. Warner was a fine-looking man, younger even than Ethan Allen and idolized by the women and children of the community as Allen was by the men. But there was nothing effeminate about Warner. He was of the better cla.s.s of borderers, possessing more education than most of his neighbors and with that measure of refinement and cultivation which placed George Washington above the majority of his a.s.sociates. Warner had no patrician bearing, however, but entered into the work, sports and pursuits of his fellows. He was a superb horseman and rode on this day a mount which the governor of New York himself might covet.
Enoch Harding had grown used, by this time, to seeing these prominent leaders of the Grants and had spoken with Captain Warner before. "Master Harding, your road lies my way for some distance," declared Warner, smiling on the boy. "We will go together."
"You do not ride this way frequently, sir," said Enoch.
"Nay. But you heard my promise to-day. I must get "Member"s gun. That rascally Munro may have to be taught a lesson, too."
"But will you go alone?" cried the boy.
Warner laughed. "Why, it is a peaceful mission. See--I have not even my rifle--only my sword as captain of our military company. A show of force might only make matters worse--and dear knows they are bad enough as it stands."
"Munro will be among his friends, sir. Ought you not to have somebody with you?"
"There might be some doubt regarding that, Master Harding. A man like Munro is never blessed with an overabundance of friends. He may have minions that, for wage, would help him in his nefarious deeds. But I shall meet him when he least expects to see a Green Mountain Boy and I fear no serious trouble. But if you have doubt as to my safety," and he smiled again, "you may ride with me and see that the doughty "Squire does not capture and run away with me as he attempted to with Captain Baker."
Enoch"s eyes sparkled at this permission and he spurred on after Captain Warner although the direction was one which carried him some distance out of his way. A two hours" ride brought them to the settlement where the New York justice lived. Before they reached the place the figure of Warner was spied and recognized and Munro met the Green Mountain Boy in the roadway before his own house, surrounded by several of his neighbors. Enoch kept in the rear and as they rode up the boy unslung his gun and laid it across his saddle. Warner smiled as he noted this act, and then his face grew stern again as he drew rein before the much-hated Yorker.
"Master Munro," he said, without parley, "it has been brought to my attention that, upon your late evening visit to Captain Remember Baker, you carried away from his house a certain weapon which Captain Baker highly prizes. You mistook it for your own, I presume, and the duties of your office have doubtless been so onerous since then that you have not had opportunity to return it. Happening to be in this neighborhood I have stopped to request the return of the gun."
"Ha, ye rebel!" exclaimed Munro. "Dare ye put yourself in the lion"s jaws in this way? I"ll show ye----"
"Whether I have put myself in the jaws of a lion or a jackal may be a question which is aside from our present discussion," interrupted Warner, scornfully. "I have come for Captain Baker"s property."
"Baker is an outlaw--as are you," declared Munro, wrathfully, "and as such I took away his arms. An" I shall keep the gun."
"Now, "Squire, if you had stated the reverse of that proposition I should have the more easily believed you," cried Warner, with flashing eyes. "Even a New York justice of the peace may not rob his neighbor with impunity in the Grants. I shall carry that gun away with me to-day.