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 lost sight entirely of this fact, and it was as if some fresh
disaster caused by our folly had come upon us. Perhaps there had been
in my mind a hopeful thought that we might be able to get out of the
building during the hours of darkness, but now it seemed improbable we
could remain hidden even until night had come.
I will not undertake to set down all that was said in that room by us
despairing lads. We remained conversing in whispers near the window,
where it was possible to have a view of the outside while we ourselves
remained unseen, and it began to appear as if all the king’s troops in
the Carolinas were to rendezvous at the Sinclair plantation.
During the hour which followed our entering the trap that no one had
set, there was hardly a moment when we could not see a greater or less
number coming up the road, until I believed of a verity there were
no less than five hundred horsemen scattered around the estate, or
rummaging through the different buildings.
Very shortly after the first squad had come up, ten or twelve officers
arrived, and they took quarters in the building, consequently the rank
and file were forced to give the place a wide berth. Therefore was
there less fear that we should be discovered immediately, for, judging
from the sounds, those in command of the king’s army were engaged in
feasting, having ransacked the cellars rather than the attics. It was
at the moment when we were hemmed in by such a troop as made it seem
impossible for our friends to deliver us, even though they came in full
force, that Jacob Breen found somewhat of cheer in the situation.
“Since they haven’t already dragged us out from this place, we stand a
fair chance of being able to remain in secret until morning.”
“How have you contrived to figure out any such possibility as that?”
Archie Gordon asked petulantly, and Jacob said with a smile:
“Where so many horses are stabled, ours will attract but little
attention. If the men who have come up last see them, they will believe
the steeds belong to their comrades, and if those who first arrived
should now make the discovery, they would have good reason for
supposing the animals belonged to some of the later arrivals.”
There was no question but that the lad was correct in so far as this
went, and it was indeed a slender thread upon which to build hope, but
when one is in the desperate situation we then were, he is inclined to
catch at any straw whatsoever.
The possibility of remaining yet a few hours longer in that
hiding-place served to cheer us ever so little for a few moments, and
then were we plunged into gloom again, knowing full well the evil
moment could only be postponed for a comparatively brief time.
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