United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction; Yorktown (Va.) -- History -- Siege, 1781 -- Juvenile fiction
“Don’t talk of it. Don’t even think about it,” said Peggy soothingly.
“As I said, thee is all upset over thy brother, and therefore is prone
to imagine many things. ’Tis lowness of mind that causes it. Now while
we wait for John, we will make mother let us get the supper. Thou shalt
make the chocolate, Harriet. In that thee excels.”
And in this manner, talking to her as though she were a little child,
Peggy beguiled her cousin into forgetfulness of her strange foreboding.
CHAPTER V—A DAY OF NOTE
“Great were the hearts, and strong the minds,
Of those, who framed, in high debate,
The immortal league of love, that binds
Our fair, broad Empire, State with State.
* * * * *
“That noble race is gone; the suns
Of years have risen, and set;
But the bright links those chosen ones
So strongly forged, are brighter yet.”
It was late that night when Drayton returned.
“No,” he said in answer to Harriet’s eager questioning. “I found him
not. I went to both the old and the new jails, but he was in neither. In
fact, no prisoners have been received for some days. I then made the
rounds of the taverns, but no such party was stopping at any of them.
There was but one trace to be found: some of the loungers about the inns
said that a party of horse was seen in the late afternoon riding toward
the lower ferry. I will inquire in that direction to-morrow. ’Tis not
customary to travel at night with prisoners, unless the need is urgent.
I wonder that a stop for the night was not made in the city.”
The dragoons had passed through the city, as the lieutenant found the
next day; and, crossing the Schuylkill at Gray’s Ferry had gone on to
the Blue Bell Tavern, putting up there for the night. They were up and
away early the next morning.
“Then how shall I find him?” queried Harriet as Drayton imparted this
information to her. “Lieutenant, you are an officer in the army; tell me
how to find my brother. I ought not to ask this of you, I know. I
haven’t always been kind or pleasant, but if you will only help me in
this, I’ll—I’ll——Peggy, help me to plead with him.”
“There is no need to plead, mistress,” responded he quickly. “If I can
be of service to you, it will be a pleasure. I will do what I can to
find him. If he is an officer the task will be much easier. If I hear
aught concerning him I will send you word at once. ’Twas said at the
Blue Bell that the party was for the South, and if so, it may be that I
shall overtake it. I leave to-morrow if the despatches of Congress are
ready.”
“So soon?” exclaimed Peggy in dismay. “Why, thee came but yesterday,
John.”
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