Commodore Barney's Young Spies: A Boy's Story of the Burning of the City of Washington — John Shaqi
Commodore Barney's Young Spies: A Boy's Story of the Burning of the City of WashingtonOtis, James
History
Commodore Barney's Young Spies: A Boy's Story of the Burning of the City of Washington
Otis, James
Washington (D.C.) -- History -- Capture by the British, 1814 -- Juvenile fiction
Darius said this as if asking advice; but I could make no reply, and
my companions held their peace, therefore, after waiting a few moments
without hearing any comment, the old man set about carrying his plan
into execution.
Noiselessly he hauled the canoe alongside, went over the rail into
her, and took up the paddle, as I stood near the bow waiting for his
command to cast off the painter.
"Keep quiet, whatever happens, an' don't fuss if I'm kept quite a
spell, for if there's anythin' to be learned, I shall make mighty
little account of time. Cast off, lad, an' be certain that nothin'
goes up or down the river without your seeing it."
I obeyed the command, and in an instant the canoe glided into the
obscurity of the shadows cast by the overhanging trees.
With the disappearance of Darius there came upon me the full sense of
my responsibility, for I was the one to whom the others would look in
event of trouble, and I knew full well how poorly fitted I was by
experience to be in command of the pungy.
The knowledge of my own short-comings at least served one good turn,
since it made me more than usually cautious, and without delay I set
about preparations for obeying the command given by Darius.
All my companions were on deck, and calling them aft to the cuddy
companion-way, I said in a whisper:
"You heard the words of Darius. Now I propose the work shall be done
in this fashion: All hands will remain on duty, not in a group, but
stationed equal distances apart at the rail, each one to watch and
listen to the best of his ability. No fellow shall speak with his
neighbor, nor can he move about lest the sound of footsteps on the
deck give an alarm."
Then I took up my station near the stern, and in the gloom I could see
the forms of my companions while they ranged themselves as I had
suggested, neither of them making more noise than so many mice.
From that moment not a sound could be heard from the deck of the
Avenger. That which Darius said had aroused us all to the danger, and
even though we had only a crew of lads, I felt confident no blunder
would be charged against us.
It was dreary work waiting there in the darkness, listening intently
for the lightest unusual noise, and believing that an enemy was, or
soon would be, close at hand. The gurgling of the water in an eddy;
the leap of a fish, or a bit of drift-wood striking against the side
of the pungy, sounded in our ears loud as thunder, and we heard the
ordinary night rustlings of the forest as if it was something strange
to our ears.
Then came that which caused us to bend far out over the rail, trying
to pierce the gloom with our eyes, for the measured stroke of oars
could be heard, and it was a positive relief to me, even though it
betokened the coming of strangers.
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