The Minute Boys of South Carolina : $b A story of "How we boys aided Marion the Swamp Fox"Otis, James
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The Minute Boys of South Carolina : $b A story of "How we boys aided Marion the Swamp Fox"
Otis, James
Marion, Francis, 1732-1795 -- Juvenile fiction; South Carolina -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
“I had supposed we were three scouts working together, and one of the
same rank as another,” Gabriel said quietly, “but howsoever you put it,
this plan which I have in mind must be agreed to by both, else I shall
abandon it. It seems to me, in case we learn that those fellows are
Tories, we may safely count on their having been sent out to discover
where the general is in hiding, and therefore it seems our duty to
carry them into camp lest they learn more than may be advantageous to
us.”
“But they are seven to three,” Archie replied, without giving himself
time to realize he was suggesting that which might imply fear on his
part.
“Ay, so they are; but did you hesitate to hold with the troop when we
made the attack upon Major Gainey, where we were outnumbered six or
eight to one?”
“I have no care as to the numbers,” Archie replied, coloring deeply as
he understood that he had spoken unwisely. “I am agreed on capturing
the party, and will do my full share.”
“Of that there is no doubt,” Gabriel said, clapping him on the shoulder
in a friendly fashion, lest there be somewhat of irritation in his
mind. “We will leave our horses here, and follow those fellows to where
they have encamped for the night, unless it so be they go too far
before halting.”
There was no need for argument, because we were all eager for such an
adventure as would redound to our credit, and after making certain
that the horses were securely picketed, we set off up the road until
coming to a point where freshly broken twigs of bushes told that they
had struck across country.
There is less difficulty in successfully stalking a man than a deer,
and this last had all three performed time and time again until it
seemed like a simple task.
We pressed forward as rapidly as was consistent with silence, until
coming so close upon their heels that it was possible for us to hear
them making their way through the underbrush, and then followed at
equal pace until such sounds came to us as told that they had halted.
Now it was only a matter of waiting, which under almost any
circumstances is a difficult task to perform patiently, yet every lad
who has hunted wild turkeys is well schooled in such work, and it can
safely be said that we did not risk a valuable opportunity by being
over eager.
The strangers having advanced with but little caution, seemed to
realize the fact that there might be enemies in the vicinity, for they
refrained from building a camp-fire, and thus rendered our work rather
more difficult than it otherwise would have been.
After it was certain they had settled down for the night, we crept
nearer and nearer until it was possible to distinguish words spoken in
an ordinary tone, when we remained motionless and silent, straining our
ears to catch that which should tell us of what complexion were those
whom we had tracked.
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