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 failed to understand very much of what the old man referred to; but
kept my eyes fixed on the opposite shore, and saw that Elias was
making ready to embark in a canoe, which was hauled up near at hand.
"He's goin' back to see how many vessels are aground," Jerry
suggested, and Darius added placidly:
"You'll find that he's bound up river spyin', an' we count on goin' in
the same direction."
Now I understood! Elias was to reconnoiter the river for his very good
friends, and we could catch him on his return, as we had done once
before.
I was near to crying aloud with joy when I realized that once he set
out as Darius predicted, nothing could save him from our clutches,
therefore I literally held my breath as he took his seat in the canoe
and pushed off.
Just for one instant my heart sank within me, for it seemed as if he
was bound down river; but it appeared that he was simply making a
flourish to exhibit his skill with the paddle, and then he pulled up
stream, thereby doing Jerry and me the greatest possible favor.
"Yes, he's our meat," Darius said with an odd smile as I looked at him
questioningly. "He'll go somewhere near the fleet, to make certain it
yet remains at the place where he made his escape, an' we won't press
the villain. Give him plenty of time to get well away from his
friends."
Then the old man settled back amid the foliage as if counting on
remaining quite a while, and I no longer thought of anything save the
pleasing fact that we would once more present to Commodore Barney the
miserable renegade.
Darius soon learned that it would not be well to prolong his halt; we
could see the soldiers pointing toward the thicket in which we were
hidden, as if suggesting it as a pleasant camping place when the day
was so hot as to bring perspiration to a negro's face, and a few
moments later some of the lighter boats were pushed out from the
shore.
"I reckon it's time for us to make a move," Darius said as he arose to
his feet lazily. "We may as well be movin' toward the canoe, though I
had counted on stoppin' here till it was a bit cooler."
According to my way of thinking we had no more than time enough in
which to get away, for now at least an hundred soldiers were coming
across, and in case we were discovered lurking amid the underbrush
there would be such a hue and cry that we could not hope to escape.
Darius, however, would not move one whit more quickly because of my
urging; in fact, it seemed much as if he walked the slower to test my
nerves, and instead of parleying with him further, Jerry and I went
ahead at full speed, having due care, of course, to caution.
It pleased me when the old man was obliged to quicken his pace to a
run, for before we were well out of the thicket the foremost of the
boats had gained the shore.
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