United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
Although Pierre's words had fired me, and it was possible at any time
for the lad to arouse all my enthusiasm and all my bravery when he spoke
as he had a moment previous, I understood that it was a most dangerous
venture which he proposed, such as might be tried twenty times over
without success.
Mark you, in order to gain the Gloucester shore at the point near where
the Jerseyman claimed we would find someone awaiting us, we must sail in
our skiff, without a pass from my Lord Cornwallis, within hailing
distance of the _Charon_, or of the _Guadaloupe_, both of which vessels
lay where their guns could be brought to bear either on York or
Gloucester, and it did not seem to me within the range of possibilities
that we could pass either craft without being discovered by the sentries
who would undoubtedly order us to come alongside.
Even though we were minded to be so reckless as to take the chances of
disobeying an order, it could avail us nothing, for pursuit would be
given immediately, and how might we hope to escape from a vessel of
war's boat, manned most like by a dozen men, we being only two lads not
overly well skilled in rowing.
I was turning all this over in my mind, and becoming more and more
convinced each instant that it was the wildest scheme Pierre had ever
proposed, when he turned upon me sharply and asked with a note of anger
in his tone:
"Are you afraid to make the venture?"
"There is no lad, no, nor no man either, who shall say I am afraid to do
this or that!" I cried hotly. "I dare do what any other lad may."
"Then come with me, and before daybreak we will be hidden on the
Gloucester shore."
"Before the day breaks you will be a prisoner on board either the
_Guadaloupe_ or the _Charon_, unless one of the smaller vessels chances
to make the capture," I said, "and yet, knowing that such must be the
case, I am minded to follow, so you may have fair opportunity of proving
that this will turn out even more to our disadvantage than did your plan
of getting sight of Saul Ogden to hearten him, and, instead, come across
Abel Hunt."
"It is not well Fitz, that you should harp upon a single failure,"
Pierre said softly, and on the instant I regretted having spoken. "There
was not in my mind any hope we might be able to aid the lad; but I
thought by chance he would see us if we passed his prison, and know we
had not forgotten him. If I had asked you to go out for a stroll because
I was weary with remaining in the cabin so long, you would have followed
quite as readily, and then should we have come upon Abel Hunt even as we
did."
"Forgive me, Pierre, forgive me," I cried remorsefully. "Lead the way,
and I will go with you readily, even though I claim it is a most
desperate venture, but promise faithfully not to throw it in your teeth
however sore the failure may be."
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