United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
Scarcely had I ceased speaking when a shriek resounded through the wood.
I knew too well whence it proceeded. I wheeled round my horse, and,
putting my spurs into his side, was in a moment at the spot where I had
left the two ladies and their attendants. I found them surrounded by
Hessian soldiers, some of whom were attempting to catch hold of their
horses' heads and to drag them from their saddles. I drew a sword from
the scabbard of the first man I reached, and before he could look round
I had dashed in among the miscreants, cutting at them right and left. I
felt maddened with rage, and thought not of the consequences. Madeline
saw me coming, and held out her hands to implore my aid. I reached her
just as a soldier had succeeded in catching the bridle of her horse and
had almost dragged her to the ground. With a blow of my sword I sent
the fellow reeling backwards, and placed her in her saddle. Mrs
Tarleton had managed hitherto to elude the soldiers; but in another
instant they would have closed in on her, when Spinks, followed by the
Hessian colonel, galloped up.
The appearance of the latter prevented the soldiers from attacking her.
He ordered them back into their ranks. I pointed to the pale and
terrified ladies, and asked him if this was the way Germans behaved
towards helpless women. He looked ashamed and attempted to apologise.
I saw my advantage and pushed it to the utmost.
"They are anxious to visit a wounded, perhaps a dying, relation, and you
threaten to delay them," said I.
"We cannot allow people to wander about, and perhaps give notice of our
expedition," replied the colonel.
"As to that, colonel, depend on it, every step you take is well known to
General Washington, and if he does not attack you it is because he does
not think it worth while," put in Spinks, in his amusingly independent
manner.
The Hessian officer looked as if he would like to eat him.
"Well, sir," said I, "you have every proof I can give you of the
correctness of my statement. You see what Sir Peter Parker says. Will
you allow my party to proceed?"
The colonel must have seen that we could in reality not do him the
slightest injury by any information we could give as to his movements,
so after some more conversation he ordered his detachment to advance,
while he remained with us. It was with much satisfaction that I saw
them march by, casting no very friendly looks at us.
"Now proceed as fast as you can," said the grim old officer. "My men
are rather unmanageable at times. They might have attempted to revenge
themselves for the way you treated their comrades, though on my word you
were perfectly right."
We thanked the gruff old man for his courtesy. I suspect that he had a
softer heart than he would have wished to appear under his rough
exterior, and, taking his hint, moved on as rapidly as our horses would
carry us to the northward.
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