United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
I agreed with him, but there was no time to be lost, as we could
distinguish the advanced guard with their glittering arms and dark
uniforms coming over the brow of the hill. No sooner were we perceived
than several men advanced at double quick step and surrounded us. We
could not make ourselves understood, so, holding Sir Peter Parker's
letter in my hand, and pointing to my uniform, I signified that I wished
to be conducted to their colonel. By this time a halt was called. A
light company was sent out as skirmishers into the wood through which we
had passed, and the officer I asked for rode up in front. He looked at
my naval jacket, and then at the militiaman's uniform, and evidently
regarded us with no little suspicion. I found, however, that he could
speak English, and I endeavoured rapidly to explain matters.
"A very odd story this you tell me," he answered. "How can you expect
me to believe you?"
I handed him Sir Peter's letter.
"I do not know his handwriting. This may be a forgery," said he. The
colonel was a weather-beaten, stern, wary old man. I have seldom met a
person less likely to be moved by any of the gentler sympathies of our
nature.
"I'll tell you what it is, colonel. I was left for dead, near New York,
by some of your people, and this sea-officer here came up and saved my
life, and that's the reason I came along with him," exclaimed Spinks,
who was excessively indignant at our statement being doubted.
The mention of New York reminded me of the narrow escape I had had of my
life on the day to which Spinks alluded, and I thought I recognised in
the man before me the officer in charge of the party of Hessians who so
nearly finished Simeon and me when General Pigot came up to our rescue.
I asked the colonel if he recollected the circumstance. He smiled
grimly.
"I think I recollect the circumstance," said he; "but what has that to
do with the matter?"
"Simply that you thought I was a rebel then, and you found that you were
mistaken, and in the same way that you will find you are mistaken now if
you molest me."
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