On the Kentucky Frontier: A Story of the Fighting Pioneers of the WestOtis, James
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On the Kentucky Frontier: A Story of the Fighting Pioneers of the West
Otis, James
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
"That we will do, sir," I said, "if we are needed to lead the way."
"We would be poor frontiersmen if we failed to follow your trail, lads,"
Major Clarke said with a smile. "You shall do as you please."
Now it would have suited me better to remain in safety aboard the
flat-boat, yet there was a chance that now I might show my desire to
repair the wrong committed, and I replied as if my heart was full of
courage:
"We may not be of much assistance, sir; but I should like it better if
we had a hand in the work."
Whereupon Paul stepped closely to my side as if to say I had but spoken
the thoughts which were in his mind.
Thus it was that we two followed the volunteers, knowing full well we
might fall into an ambush, and certain we would soon be battling with
our enemies.
Among these men led by Major Clarke, there was not one ignorant of how
the work before him should be accomplished. No orders, were necessary.
The volunteers moved ten or twelve paces apart, stretching far up from
the river until they were what would be called by military men a
"skirmish line," and then began the advance, while the flat-boat
remained moored to the bank and two settlers were paddling at full speed
up-stream to warn the other craft.
Save for the bungling movements of Paul and myself, not a sound could be
heard as we pressed forward, keenly on the alert for the enemy, and
ready for an immediate attack.
It was as if a company of shadows flitted here and there amid the
underbrush, so far as might be told from sound, and although the advance
was noiseless, it was made swiftly.
Paul and I were left somewhat in the rear because of not being able to
keep the pace silently, and during more than half of the hour which
passed, I failed to see a single man ahead of us.
Then suddenly, although we knew full well it must soon come, the report
of a rifle rang out on the still air; after this another and another,
until there could be no question but that the foremost of the party had
come upon those of whom we gave warning.
My timorousness was forgotten on the instant--cast out of mind by the
knowledge that our lives must be defended, and Paul, whom I believe of a
verity had never been timid, pressed forward so rapidly to take part in
the struggle that I laid hold of him lest he should unnecessarily run
into danger.
We advanced three hundred paces or more before coming to where our men
were sheltered behind trees, trying to pick off the foe who were in
similar positions, and I heard Major Clarke say in a sharp, low tone:
"Get to cover, lads! The reptiles are close upon us, and you are giving
them fair targets."
I leaped behind a gum tree, giving no heed to Paul's movements, and had
but just gained this shelter when a bullet cut the bark within an inch
of my face.
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