The Free Rangers: A Story of the Early Days Along the MississippiAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Free Rangers: A Story of the Early Days Along the Mississippi
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Mississippi River -- Juvenile fiction
Bernardo Galvez smiled. It was a moment of triumph for him, too. A bold
conspiracy against him had been crushed, and the five had been the chief
instruments in the crushing of it. Even without the aid of his good heart,
his feelings toward them would have been very kindly.
"If New Orleans has proved inhospitable to you for a time," he said, "she
is now ready to make atonement. Your good friend, Mr. Pollock, will care
for you."
The five withdrew with the merchant, still elated, still feeling the full
sense of victory. Mr. Pollock had been very quiet but when they reached
the open air he burst forth.
"Lads," he said, "'tis a great task that you have done. You have saved
Kentucky--and these things are far-reaching--you may have saved all the
colonies beside. If the Mississippi had been closed to us we could not
reach our friends in the east with the supplies that they need so badly.
But I can't say more. You were surely inspired when you set out upon this
errand, and there is a tremendous debt of gratitude coming to you."
He shook hands with them all, one by one. But Long Jim heaved a mighty
sigh of relief.
"Is it all over, Paul?" he asked.
"I think so, Jim. We seem to have destroyed for good and all the great
three-cornered conspiracy against us."
"Then," said Jim, "ef it's all done I want to talk sense. I'm in favor uv
our startin' to Kentucky right away, that is, in about five minutes. Them
big woods keep callin' to me, I heard 'em callin' last night in my dreams,
an' I hear 'em callin' now when I'm awake. I've breathed indoor air long
enough. It's layin' heavy on my lungs, an' I want to put in its place air
that's swep' clean across from the Pacific Ocean an' that ain't hit not
bin' foul on the way."
"Five minutes is too short notice, Jim," laughed Paul, "but we'll surely
start soon, though it's a tremendously long tramp through the woods and
even if we had 'The Galleon' we'd have to pull and sail against the
current."
Oliver Pollock was watching them as they talked and his eyes gleamed, but
he said nothing until they were within his house, where he took them and
gave them refreshments. There he had a proposition to make.
"The boat, of course, you have lost," he said, "as it belongs to Spain,
but your arms and other equipment are all in my possession--they were
given to me to keep for you. But our fleet of canoes loaded with arms and
supplies will start north in three days. Will you go on it? Not to work,
not to paddle, unless you wish, but to guide and to fight. It is no favor
that I am conferring upon you, but one that you can confer upon me if you
will. We need such as you and with you I shall feel that the fleet is
safer."
It was a most welcome offer. They could serve the cause and themselves at
the same time. All things seemed to fall out as they wished.
"Sir, we thank you," said Henry speaking for them all. "You do not have to
make such an offer twice."
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