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
Jerry and I, each with a musket, went forward to make certain the
newcomer was a friend rather than an enemy, and when we hailed softly,
Darius replied with a low hissing sound which was familiar to us all.
He made fast, came inboard, and entered the cuddy without speaking,
therefore we followed, knowing full well that he had something of
importance to impart.
When we were all together, unable to see each other because of the
darkness, Darius said softly, in a tone of triumph:
"I've found the Britishers, an' can put my hand on the whole gang
without much trouble. There are but three men an' the officer, who, I
reckon, will be the only fellow to make much fuss when we get at work.
Now I'm countin' that one of Jim's friends shall be left on board to
look out for the pungy, an' make certain the traitor don't kick up any
row. Three of us will have a musket each, an' the other two can do
mighty good work with belayin' pins."
"Where are the men?" Jerry asked.
"In the loft of the mill. The officer is havin' a right sociable time
with Essek Harland, an' if the miller's bottle holds out, I reckon
them two won't be in shape to make much trouble. Jim is to say which
of his party shall stay aboard, an' the sooner the rest of us get to
work the better, for I want to begin the scrimmage in a couple of
hours."
It was evident that my opinion as to whether the attempt to capture
the Britishers should be made, was not to be asked, and yet I must
follow where Darius led, or give my comrades good reason for calling
me a coward--or worse.
The old man settled it that he and Jerry should arm themselves with
belaying pins, and the two muskets he brought back from Benedict,
together with our old fowling-piece, was distributed among the rest
of us.
Jim Freeman named Dody Wardwell as the one to keep ship and look after
the prisoner, and Darius instructed the watchman to be free with his
blows in case Elias tried to pick up a row.
"If he undertakes to yip even once, give him a dose over the head that
will put him to sleep, an' it won't be much harm if you kill such a
cur as he is. Keep your wits about you, lad, an' remember that the
prisoner is the one who can make the most trouble."
Then the old man saw to it that each of our weapons was loaded, after
which he led the way to the rail where the canoe was made fast.
The little craft would not carry more than three, therefore two trips
were necessary in order to land us all, and when we stood on the bank
Darius proposed that Jerry paddle the boat up to the mill.
"Why do we want her there?" I asked, thinking he was providing for a
means of escape. "We couldn't all take passage in her, and in case we
need to get away in a hurry, it might be done easier by striking into
the woods."
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