United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction; Wyoming Valley (Pa.) -- History -- Juvenile fiction
Here Master Bartlett had thrown up a barricade of half-burned logs and
such other materials as he could come at handily. The entrance was not
closed so thoroughly but that we could catch a glimpse of the river
through the bushes which grew outside.
“It seems good to see the sun shining, even though we cannot feel its
warmth,” she said, musingly, and I laughed softly, for verily had she
had enough of the sun’s heat and to spare while coming down from the
cave, because then we were like to have roasted.
“If it please God, you shall soon be able to sit in the glare of the
sun whenever it may be your fancy to do so,” I said, feeling at the
time strong enough to fight John Butler’s wolves single-handed, so her
life was at stake, and before it was possible to reply, even had she
been so minded, there suddenly came into view on the river a veritable
fleet of canoes, heading as if to make land near the ruins of Eben
Towle’s house.
I should say, speaking well within bounds, that there were no less than
sixteen boats, all filled to the utmost of their capacity with Indians
and white men, and it was not needed that we should question as to why
they had come.
These were John Butler’s Tories and red wolves, sent to learn the
secret of the cave on the mountain where so many of their companions
had met their fate, and I really trembled with what was very like fear
as I thought of what must have been the result had we not found another
hiding-place just as we did.
Each canoe carried five or more passengers, and when that large force
stood in front of the cave we could not have hoped to hold it many
hours, however desperate may have been our resistance.
Now, however, they had come in vain, and when the terror aroused by
what might have happened had passed away, I laughed aloud as I saw in
fancy the slow, cautious advance up the mountainside, the stealthy
approach, and the rush upon the cave where remained no living being.
Nearer and nearer the fleet approached the shore, and, laying her
finger on her lips, Esther glided noiselessly away from me to warn, as
I fancied, our comrades against the lightest sound lest the secret of
our hiding-place be betrayed.
When she returned all the lads were with her, and we watched our
enemies as they came ashore, drew the canoes high out of the water, and
then disappeared beyond our line of vision toward the forest.
There was not one in all that small army who showed signs of joy at
taking part in such an expedition. Every face was grave, while many
had an anxious look, and it was not difficult to believe they had been
ordered to perform the duty, rather than having volunteered, for,
according to such a story as the frightened savages must have told,
they were about to have an encounter with those who dealt in magic.
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