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
“All that will be as it may chance,” he replied. “Some move must be
made immediately, for although we have remained here undetected since
noon, there is no possibility, when the troopers have orders to march,
that our horses will not be discovered as belonging to strangers. As
you count it, the danger to you in remaining is greater than may come
to me in trying to get away.”
By this time nearly all of our comrades, seeing Gabriel removing his
boots and holding conversation with me, believed that some plan for
relief was in the wind, and gathered round us asking more questions
than could have been answered throughout the entire night.
Gabriel put an end to the idle talk by stating in a whisper, yet
sufficiently loud for all to hear, what we would do, and laying his
commands upon every one to remain where he was, at least until it was
positive that he had gotten well clear of the building, or had been
taken prisoner.
“After that, if it so be any of you are minded to tempt fate, then make
the attempt,” he said. “As for me, if fortune favors, instead of trying
to find Captain Horry, I shall travel straight back on the road down
which the general and his followers are riding. Now let me go without
further words, and if ill betide me, then have I no more than paid the
debt I owe you lads for having led you into this trap.”
It would have been childish for us to have made any further protest.
The dear lad was doing no more than any of the party would have been
willing to attempt, and it was absolutely necessary that great risks be
taken if we were to come out of that place at liberty.
I could not believe but that the work should have been given to me
rather than him, and would have urged my claim, but he cut me off
sharply by saying:
“You are to stay here in my place, Rufus, and will prove a better
leader for the Minute Boys than I have shown myself, of that there can
be no doubt.”
He was lifting the latch even as he spoke, and before I could detain
him further had passed out into the gloom of the hallway, leaving us
standing there with baited breath, our ears strained to catch the
slightest sound which should tell of his having been discovered.
No sound save the hum of voices on the outside, or the heavy tread
below as the officers moved from one room to another, came to us, and,
not daring to hope that he had succeeded in getting down the entire
flight of stairs, we remained there like statues, hardly daring to
breathe lest by inflating our lungs we give the signal which would be
that of death to our comrade whom we loved so dearly.
CHAPTER X
AN ODD BATTLE
It is impossible to say how long we sat there listening for that which
we hoped might not be heard. It seemed to me as if we crouched by the
open door straining our ears and gazing blindly into the gloom fully
two hours, when Archie Gordon, touching me lightly on the shoulder,
said in a tone of relief:
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