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 am afraid some of our lads may take the matter into their own hands,
and that be done which will cause us shame. Keep a sharp lookout on all
hands this day, Rufus, and perhaps as time passes they may come to look
at the matter more reasonably.”
There could be no question but that Gabriel had cause for fear, as
I saw when the discussion was at an end, for then, those who were
disgruntled because of not being allowed to wreak signal vengeance
on the traitor gathered by themselves at a considerable distance
from their comrades, and because Archie Gordon was sorest among the
soreheads, I followed him, insisting on discussing the question
privately.
It was a long, difficult task, but I finally succeeded in gaining his
promise that he would refrain from advocating harsh measures against
the prisoner, but leave the matter in the hands of the general, where,
as I claimed, and with good reason, it rightfully belonged.
“I will do as you say, Rufus, though it goes mightily against the grain
to let that scoundrel off as if he had done nothing more than may be
permitted an honest Tory--if, perchance, there be any of that breed who
is honest.”
“Better have it go against the grain, Archie, than do that which would
cause you shame in the years to come. General Marion will see to it
that the cur does not go unpunished, and, as a matter of fact, he has
the right to take charge of the affair since he is our commander, even
though we claim to be an independent company.”
From that time on, until nightfall, Archie did what he might toward
inducing the other lads to give over their cry for revenge, and when
the sun had set I believed that we need have no fear the traitor would
be treated other than as a prisoner.
I question if there was one of our company who did not go several times
during the evening to make certain our precious prisoners were securely
guarded, and of a verity there seemed to be little fear they could give
us the slip. In addition to being firmly bound, each to a tree, two of
the troopers remained close at hand to watch every movement, and I said
to Gabriel, when he and I went for the last time that night to assure
ourselves of the vigilance of the sentinels and the strength of the
bonds:
“There is no reason for us to fear that they will not be here in the
morning, and because we had but little sleep last night, we shall be
wiser to get what slumber we may now, rather than keep running to and
fro, concerning ourselves with what the troopers will do in even better
shape than we could.”
Then we two lay down on the ground in that portion of the encampment
which we claimed belonged to the company of Minute Boys, and certain it
is that I wasted no time in falling asleep.
Another day had come when I opened my eyes, having been aroused by a
violent outcry, and, arising lazily to a sitting posture, I asked with
but little of curiosity:
“What’s the meaning of all that disturbance?”
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