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
It was evident, however, that Darius had seen something to cause him
alarm, otherwise he would not remain in the hold, having a care to
keep out of sight while he might be seeing much which would please the
commander to hear about.
So far as I could make out, the Britishers regarded us as ignorant
fishermen who were trying to earn a very slim livelihood by selling
oysters at a price which would hardly pay enough to provide food for a
crew the size of ours.
Three or four of the petty officers were making very awkward attempts
to open the shells with a marlin-spike, while the idle crew, having
nothing better to do, watched the proceedings on their ship as well as
aboard our craft.
I was not looking for an explanation of the old man's behavior among
the seamen, therefore gave little heed to the old shell-backs who
lined the starboard rail from the forecastle-deck to the mainmast.
Gaze intently as I might, it was impossible to see anything which
could have caused Darius uneasiness, and I dismissed the matter from
my mind with the belief that he remained hidden from view simply to
avoid being recognized as an old sailor whom it would pay to impress
into his majesty's service.
It was just when I was growing a trifle more cheerful in mind because
of having banished the fears which assailed me when the old man leaped
so suddenly into the hold, that one of the officers called out:
"Here, you Bubby, come aboard and show us how to open these
shell-fish!"
"Will one of your men stand by for our line, sir?" I asked, because
the pungy was bobbing around on the small waves ten feet or more from
the ship's side, and I was not minded to take the chances of jumping
for the rail when there was good possibility of landing in the water.
The Britisher said something to the knot of men forward, and several
of them stepped forward, overhanging the rail, while Jerry made ready
to pass one of the small hawsers.
I stopped only long enough to get one of our oyster-knives from the
cuddy, and by that time the Avenger was alongside the ship, rubbing
against the huge fenders which had been swung out.
At the moment there was no thought of fear in my mind because I was
thus venturing into the very jaws of the lion; I had it in mind only
to play my part well, and believed that by showing the gentlemen how
easily the shells might be opened, I would be forwarding our business.
Much to my surprise, when I would have clambered aboard the ship,
whose rail towered many feet above ours, one of the sailors leaned far
over to give me aid when it was not really needed. He grasped both my
hands in a grip as of iron, holding me back when it appeared that he
would pull me aboard, and while I was thus hampered, I heard him
whisper:
"Tell Darius Thorpe to be to the eastward of the Tangiers this night!"
Having thus spoken, he hauled me inboard quickly, disappearing
immediately among the throng of men which literally covered the ship's
deck.
"Well, Bubby, have you gone daft?"
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