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
We had no more than got in fairly good marching shape when Josiah came
up with the Avenger, the wind being strong enough to push her along
about as fast as a man could walk.
Then well on to an hour was spent before the prisoners and the meal
were stowed in the hold of the pungy, and I counted that it was near
daybreak when we started up the river toward where Commodore Barney's
fleet was supposed to be.
It struck me that we should meet with a warm reception from the
commander, when we delivered up to him the Britishers and the
traitors, for by capturing the spies we had delayed the coming of the
enemy for a few hours at least.
And in thinking of this I came to ask myself how we were to present
ourselves? Whether as lads who wanted to make a bargain to supply the
fleet with fish, or as recruits? Ponder over it as I might, it was
impossible to come to any satisfactory conclusion, and I decided that
before committing myself in any way I would ask the advice of my
father, whom I was likely to find on some of the vessels belonging to
the flotilla.
It was Darius who broke in upon my perplexing thoughts by asking:
"Well, what do you think of it now, lad? We couldn't have done the job
any browner if we'd had on board a full cargo of rifles an'
ammunition."
"Ay, Darius, it has been well done because you were on hand; but I
question if another might have worked the scheme as well."
"There are thousands who'd make less bungle of it," the old man
replied, and I could see that he was well pleased because of being
praised, even by a boy. "All that's needed is a little backbone; but
if the other fellow happens to have more'n you've got, then things are
apt to go wrong."
"Thanks to your arrangement of the affair, the enemy didn't have a
chance to show his pluck; but we'd have been in a bad box if you
hadn't made the Britishers believe, for a minute or two, that we were
their friends."
Darius laughed heartily as he thought of the brief conversation with
the sailors, and then said with a chuckle:
"If I'd only known the name of a vessel belongin' to their fleet, we'd
been right on top of 'em before bein' found out; but as it was we got
well alongside when the trouble began."
Then Jerry came aft to take part in the conversation, and we spent a
good half-hour praising each other and chuckling over the good fortune
that had been ours.
We might have continued at such pleasing occupation a very long while,
but that day began to break, and there was too much work on hand to
admit of further foolishness.
Darius gave up the tiller to me, and went below to look after the
prisoners, returning five minutes later with the British officer, who,
much to my surprise, was no longer fettered.
"This gentleman has decided that he can give his parole to us as well
as to brother officers," Darius said by way of introduction. "He has
pledged his word to make no attempt at escape, therefore we will give
him the liberty of the ship."
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