Commodore Barney's Young Spies: A Boy's Story of the Burning of the City of WashingtonOtis, James
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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 would have it that the traitor had not been seriously hurt by
the blow on the head; but when he failed to show any signs of
consciousness after we stowed him away in the hold, I grew alarmed,
and, calling on Jim Freeman for assistance, set about trying to bring
him to life, for of a verity I believed him dead.
It was not until we had worked over him ten minutes or more that I
could see any change, and then suddenly he opened his eyes, blinking
in the rays of the lantern Jim was holding close by his face.
"What happened to me?" he asked wildly, and as my fears that he had
been killed were banished by the words, so did my anger against him
return.
"You were known to have been giving information to the enemy, and
piloting English spies to a hiding-place," I replied sharply. "We took
it upon ourselves to cut your career as a traitor short, and while the
job was being done you got a clip on the head that knocked you
senseless."
While I was speaking the cur looked me full in the face, as if trying
to make out who I was; but I believe he feigned ignorance only that he
might have time in which to decide upon a course of action.
I could see by the look in his eyes, when his mind was made up as to
how he should steer, and a moment later he said with a start of
pretended surprise.
"Is it you, Amos Grout? I was afraid I had fallen into the hands of
enemies!"
"You are not among friends, and that is certain," I replied, boiling
with rage because the miserable cur would try to pull wool over my
eyes, for I well knew what tack he was about to take.
"And are you willin' to hold enmity simply because we had a bit of a
scrimmage over differences of opinion? I thought all that was settled
on the spot."
"So it was," I said curtly.
"Then why have you tied me up in this fashion?"
"Listen to me, Elias Macomber," I cried. "Do you think for a moment
that you can deceive any one aboard this craft. We heard all you said
to the British officer who is in the Patuxent with a boat's crew
spying, and know where you took him to pass the night. We sailed up
the river for the purpose of capturing you, and here you remain until
we can deliver the meanest traitor in Maryland over to Commodore
Barney."
Now the cur was frightened, and with good cause. He would have said
something more, thinking, I dare say, that it might yet be possible to
blind me; but I refused to listen.
"I only came here to learn if you were alive, and now that matter has
been settled, I count on leaving you. Don't be so foolish as to think
you can wiggle out of the scrape by lying, for when you made your talk
with the Britisher this pungy was on the other side of the river, her
spars hidden by the trees. We heard nearly every word that was
spoken."
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