United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
"And what then?" I cried angrily.
"Why, then, at some time in the future it might be said that you lads
from Virginia made bold talk as to what you would do as Minute Boys, and
began the work; but when danger menaced you turned tail to take refuge
under your mother's apron. How would such a story as that match with
what is already well known the lads of New York, of Boston, and of other
places have done for the Cause? Had they banded themselves together as
you and Saul and I agreed to do, and then shown the white feather, it
would have been known throughout all the thirteen colonies by this time.
And yet we of Virginia must be the first to act the cowardly part!"
If Pierre had taken a horsewhip to me he could not have cut the flesh
more deeply than he cut my heart by these words. When I proposed to make
our way out of York, going to my own home, there was no thought in my
mind that the act could in any way have the appearance of cowardice. It
was simply before me that with Abel Hunt ready to give information, and
we shut up where a search of half an hour must surely reveal our
whereabouts, it was simply our duty to go away if so be that were
possible.
Now, however, after the little French lad had spoken, I would have stood
in that village baring my breast to all those lovers of the king,
allowing them to do whatsoever they might with my body, rather than take
the first step toward escaping, and Pierre must have seen by the
expression on my face somewhat of that which was in my heart, for,
coming up to me closely and caressing my arm in that old familiar
manner, he said soothingly:
"I did not count to give you pain, Fitz Hamilton; but only said that
which was in my mind, with the idea of preventing you from carrying out
any plan that might cause you deepest pain in the future. Far be it from
me to accuse you of being cowardly, for I have seen you advance when you
were afraid to do so, and he who can control himself under such
circumstances may be counted a brave lad."
While we had been talking the cannonading ceased gradually, until by the
time Pierre was done with his efforts to soothe me, comparative silence
prevailed. Straightway we lads forgot all else in the desire to know
what had been done; whether our people had retreated, or if the
Britishers had fallen back, and I was on the point of proposing that I
go out to get an idea of the situation when the door suddenly opened,
and to our great surprise and delight the Jerseyman flung himself
headlong into the room, as if he had run until so exhausted that he
could no longer remain on his feet.
We closed the door behind him speedily, as you can well imagine, and
then barricaded it to the best of our ability, after which we darkened
the windows with blankets lest some curiously inclined soldier might
pass that way and see who was our visitor.
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