Janice Meredith: A Story of the American RevolutionFord, Paul Leicester
History
Janice Meredith: A Story of the American Revolution
Ford, Paul Leicester
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
"To treat me as if I was a slave. Why, Peg has more
freedom than I have. If you--I'm going to the stable--to
see Charles--and if you dare to follow me, I'll--" The
girl walked away and disappeared through the doorway, leaving
Philemon standing by the box, the picture of indecision and
anxiety. "He does n't know that Charles was sent to the
village," thought Janice, laughing merrily to herself as she went
to a stall, and pulling the horse's head down put her cheek
against it. "Oh, Joggles dear," she sighed, "they are all
against me but you." She went from one horse to another,
giving each a word and a caress. Then she stole back to the
door and peeked through the crack, to find that her shadow
had disappeared; this ascertained, she went and sat down on
the hay. "If he tortures me, I'll torture him," was her
thought.
Janice waited thus for but a few minutes, when she heard
the rapid trot of a horse, which came to a halt at the stable
door. As that sound ceased, the voice of Charles broke the
silence, saying, "You stall the horse, while I see the
squire;" and, in obedience to this direction, some one led
Daisy into the stable. The gloom of nightfall made the
interior too dark for the girl to recognise the man, and,
not wishing it to be known that she was there, she sat
quiet.
For a good ten minutes the man waited, whistling softly the
while, before Charles returned.
"Waal, what luck?" asked the stranger ere Charles had
come through the doorway.
"Luck!" growled the bondsman. "The devil's own, as
mine always is, curse it!"
"From which I calkerlate that old Meredith wuz obstinate
and wud n't set yer free."
"Not he, plead my best. But that 's the last I ask of him;
and 't would have served him as well to let me go, for go I will."
"You'll go off without--"
"I will."
"Yer know what it means if brought back?"
"Double the time. Well, treble it, and still I'll do it. I
gave my word I'd help, and the general shall have the powder,
if for nothing else than to spite that dirty coward Bagby
though I serve thrice five years for' t. Tell the lads I'll lead
them, and if they'll meet me at Drigg's barn to-morrow evening
at ten we'll scheme out how to do it."
Without further parley the stranger walked away, and no
sooner had the crunch of his boots ceased than Janice came
forward.
Charles gave a startled exclamation as she appeared, and
caught the girl roughly by the wrist. "Who's this?" he
exclaimed.
"You hurt," complained Janice.
The bondsman relaxed but not released his hold at the
sound of her voice. "You've heard all I said?" he demanded.
"Yes. I--I did n't like to come out while the man was here."
"And you'll tell your father?"
"No," denied the girl. "I did n't want to listen by stealth,
but since I did, I'm no tale-bearer."
Raising the hand he held by the wrist, Charles kissed it.
"I should have known you were no eavesdropper, Miss
Janice," he said, releasing his hold.
"But--Oh, what is it you are going to do?" asked Janice.
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