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
He did not answer for the moment, and Archie replied for him by saying:
“Because he is first cousin to the viper that stung the hand which
warmed him. More times than can well be counted have I done that cur
a good turn, and it was only two days before he would have delivered
us to the Britishers, that I gave him food because he claimed to be
hungry.”
“Was I bound to turn rebel because you saw fit to do so?” Seth asked
surlily, and Gabriel cried:
“How can you call a ‘rebel’ him who would simply defend his own home?
If I mistake not, you cried out as loudly as any other against the king
when we were besieged, and it seemed possible we of Charleston might be
able to hold our own.”
“All that might be, and yet had I the right to change my colors when it
was seen that the rebellion was the same as crushed,” Seth cried, and I
fancied that his cheeks were reddened with shame even as he spoke.
“If it was in your mind to change colors, the manly way would have been
to declare yourself, but instead of so doing you allowed us to think
you had the welfare of the Carolinas at heart, in order that you might
play the traitor more successfully,” Gabriel said sternly, and then
turning toward me he added, “It gives a decent lad a bad taste in the
mouth to bandy words with the cur. Let us leave him alone till such
time as we can decide how we may settle the score he has run up against
himself.”
“You do not dare do more than hold me prisoner of war!” the villain
cried in fear, and Jared Green said with a laugh:
“By what right do you count yourself a prisoner of war, you traitorous
Tory? Have you joined the king’s forces?”
“Ay, that I have! You know as much without asking the question,” and
Seth looked imploringly toward his companions in captivity as if asking
them to bear witness that he had been received by the Britishers as a
soldier.
“Even the redcoats wouldn’t take such as you in their ranks!” Archie
cried sharply. “The only claim you can make is that you have promised
every officer you came across to lead them to this encampment, when you
knew no more about it than does my Lord Clinton.”
“I came mighty near smoking you out,” the cur cried in short-lived
triumph. “It was me who showed these honest men the way.”
“You told us that we were three full days’ march from this place,”
one of the Tories said angrily. “If you had known half as much as you
professed to be acquainted with, we would not now be in such a hobble.”
“Let him alone, and come with me,” Gabriel whispered. “I’m thinking
his punishment has begun, for it is easily seen that the others are
inclined to put on his shoulders all the blame for their plight, and
they will say more harsh words to the scoundrel than we could devise.”
Then Gabriel and I walked away, leaving two of the troopers on guard
against any attempt at escape, and nearly all the Minute Boys followed,
believing that now was come the time when we would decide what should
be the fate of the traitor we had captured.
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