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
“It will be necessary for you to give us the slip before it is possible
to work any more of your Tory mischief, and I am of the opinion that
we shall hold you fast until it is decided whether you be hanged as you
deserve, or put to death in some other way.”
Such words were much like striking a fellow when he was down; but I
could not resist the temptation after all that young villain would have
done to us, and as if he thought I was lingering too long over the task
Gabriel cried:
“Remember that we have much to do this night, Rufus Randolph, therefore
it stands you in hand to finish that work as quickly as possible.”
There was a certain tone of reproof in his voice, and I realized that
it was merited, for I had no right to indulge myself at such a time,
therefore the remainder of the work was performed with utmost despatch.
Ten minutes later our seven prisoners, their arms fastened behind them
by straps around each elbow, were lifted on to their horses, and by way
of further precaution we tied their ankles to the stirrups.
Then we set out for the place where we had left our steeds, pushing
forward with all speed, for it was in the highest degree important, or
so it seemed to us, that we should regain the camp in the Black Mingo
Swamp before sunrise next morning, lest these Tories have friends near
about who might make an effort at rescue.
CHAPTER XII
A MYSTERIOUS ESCAPE
After my cowardly words to Seth Hastings--for it was cowardly to
threaten a helpless prisoner as I had done--the young traitor shut his
mouth closely, showing by the expression on his face that he was not
minded to exchange words with us, and straightway I had somewhat less
of contempt for the fellow, because he was displaying a certain amount
of courage, when I had believed him to be the veriest cur that ever
went unhanged.
The other prisoners had not spoken since that moment when they
understood how completely we had them in our power, and for this
silence I was thankful, because immediately we were ready to retrace
our steps there came into my mind a great fear lest they might have
friends in the vicinity who could turn the tables, thus preventing us
from going back to camp with proof that we were able to play the part
of men.
As a matter of course, Gabriel took the lead, as was his right, since
we had made him our commander, and he was not the kind of a lad who
loiters when there is work to be done. He marched rapidly at the
head of our party, leaving to Archie and me the task of guarding the
prisoners, and there is little need for me to say that we did our
portion of the task properly, for the slightest carelessness at such a
time might cost us our liberty, if not our lives.
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