United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
Then I went hurriedly away, feeling ill at ease on this errand of mercy
because of the old negro's insistence that it was dangerous and bordered
on folly to set loose such as Abel Hunt, when we had him trussed up
where it was not possible for him to do any mischief.
I hastened back to old Mary's cabin, and, halting not on the floor
below, went directly into the loft, where, cutting the bonds that held
Horry Sims's feet, I ordered him to follow me down the ladder. At that
moment I would, had it not been for Uncle 'Rasmus's warning, have taken
the gag from Abel Hunt's mouth that he might be saved just so many more
moments of suffering; but having in mind all the old negro had advanced
as an argument against showing such mercy, I withheld my hand, and Horry
Sims followed me in surprise and bewilderment at this sudden change in
affairs, as obediently as a well whipped cur would have done.
It had been Pierre's command that I bring the Tory lad down to the floor
below, there set him free, and then make my escape; but, because of the
doubts in my heart, I exceeded little Frenchie's instructions by leading
him some distance, say an hundred feet, from the cabin before telling
him what were my intentions.
"You are to go back now and release Abel Hunt," I said, after having
explained to him as much as I thought necessary, although I took care to
have the lad understand that his British friends were retreating.
"And after that has been done?" Horry asked as if counting that he must
continue to obey me however the circumstances might be changed.
"When you have released Abel you may go whithersoever you please."
"And do you count that the time will never come, Fitzroy Hamilton, when
I can repay you, Saul Ogden and that French boy for what you have done?"
the young Tory cried as soon as I had removed the bonds from his hands,
his courage reviving immediately he was free of limb, and the anger
which he had been bottling up while he was helpless, pouring from his
mouth in a torrent of words as he threatened this, that and the other,
which should come to me and mine.
"I have no care as to what you can do, Horry Sims," I said, holding him
by the shoulder so he should not be able to leave until I had given him
due warning. "Remember you this, that the next time you come across my
path with any intent of evil, or with any token that you would raise
your hand against me, from that moment what you have already suffered as
a prisoner will be as nothing compared with the punishment we lads will
deal out. Now that your friends the Britishers are being driven from the
soil of Virginia your fangs are gone. If you have any commonsense in
that Tory head of yours you will keep a still tongue, and never raise
your hand against any of the people in this colony."
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