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
"I'm not thinkin' how we can get her off, for if the plan fails to
work there's little chance any of us will need the canoe," Darius said
grimly, and I began to understand that he might be more of a fighter
than would suit me. "It may be we shall want to send some prisoners
down to keep Macomber company, an' then a small craft will come in
handy, for their boat is hauled up high an' dry among the bushes; she
is so heavy that it would be a long job to float her."
Jerry was so impatient to be in the thick of danger that he hardly
waited for the old man to conclude his long-winded speech, and before
the last word had hardly been spoken he was paddling up stream at a
rate which told that he would arrive at the rendezvous some time in
advance of us who were to walk.
Neither was Darius willing to waste much time, and when Jerry was lost
to view in the darkness he struck through the underbrush toward the
highway, leading the party, while I brought up the rear.
It can well be fancied that we moved with the utmost caution, for
people do not set out on such an enterprise as we were bent upon with
any great blowing of horns, and although none of us were what might be
called woodsmen, I flatter myself that we did not bungle the job very
badly.
Hardly more than a quarter-hour had passed when Darius left the
underbrush to cut across toward the river, and within five minutes
more we were halted near the southeast corner of the mill, not having
heard or seen anything of those whom we hoped to make prisoners.
Jerry joined us almost immediately, having been on the lookout during
five minutes or more, and he reported that there had been no signs of
life in the vicinity since his arrival.
"We who carry the clubs will go ahead, an', if it so be possible, do
the biggest part of the work, for our weapons ain't the kind that make
much of any noise," Darius whispered. "Jim Freeman will stand guard at
the door of the mill, but he is not to shoot unless it becomes
necessary to prevent the Britisher or the miller from takin' a hand in
the scrimmage, pervidin' there is one. Now follow me, lads, an'
remember that we must get the three sailors under our thumbs, once
we've started, no matter what turns up."
We stole up to the big door on the northwest corner, the only entrance
to the building, and, as I had expected, found it fastened on the
inside. One would hardly have supposed that the Britishers in hiding
would neglect to make themselves as secure as possible.
It appeared that Darius was not disappointed, for after pushing gently
at the door, and motioning for Jim to stand in front of it, he led the
way along the northerly side of the mill to a portion of the
under-pinning which had given way, disclosing an aperture through
which a mule might have been driven.
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