United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
My party required no second order, but away we all scampered as fast as
we could go, scattering from each other to distract our friends in their
very unfriendly employment.
"Oh, Mr Hurry, I bees hit, I bees hit?" sung out Tom Rockets.
I expected to see him fall, but the shot only made him scamper on the
faster. Our flight, of course, made Mr Heron fire at us more
zealously, and we had to throw away all the things we had collected to
escape with greater speed from his heroic fury. We took a course
inland, and then turned back towards the place where we had landed.
Happily we soon got among trees and rocks and broken walls, which much
sheltered us, and Tom was the only man wounded. As soon as we got clear
of the shot from the boat, I called a halt to examine his hurt. It was
merely a slight flesh wound from a bullet in the leg, and a handkerchief
bound round it enabled him to walk on. It was now time to return on
board, so we made the best of our way to the boat, not without some
considerable risk of being shot by our own sentries. On my stepping on
deck I found several officers round the captain. Mr Heron was among
them.
"The rascally rebels can't stand us for a moment, sir," he was saying.
"A whole gang of them hove in sight as I was pulling along-shore--a
hundred at least--and stood hallooing to me and daring me to come after
them. I let fly among them, sent them scampering away like a flock of
sheep, knocking over a good dozen or more, I should think. It was rare
fun, sir."
"Very good fun for you, Mr Heron," said I, turning round; "but I beg to
assure you, sir, that there were not a dozen of us altogether."
"You! what do you mean?" he asked, with a look of surprise.
"Why, that I was one of the body of supposed rebels, and though we
shouted to you and begged you not to fire, you banged at us so furiously
that we had to throw away a whole heap of things we had collected, and
to run for our lives."
Captain Hudson and the other officers laughed not a little at this
exploit of Mr Heron's, for he was notorious for his boasting. He bore
me a grudge about it ever after.
"Well, Mr Hurry," said the captain good-naturedly, "you shall go on
shore in the afternoon with Mr Heron, and try to recover some of your
treasures."
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