United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
But for Pierre's quick wit and decision we had at that moment been
racing through the village intent only on passing the British lines. Yet
I said then, while we pulled Horry Sims across the rubbish, that perhaps
it would have been greatly to our advantage if we had fled the town even
though the hue and cry was raised on the instant, rather than remain
where it might be impossible for us to go out again save in the custody
of a squad of red-coated soldiers.
By the time Saul barricaded the door Horry Sims had been taken to the
rear of the building, and there little Frenchie turned two huge casks
down on their side, with the mouths facing each other, leaving
sufficient space between them for a lad to crawl in, saying to the
prisoner when this work was done:
"Creep in there, lad, and hold your peace! If you raise your voice above
a whisper, I swear that it shall be the last moment of your life! You
can well fancy we would not flinch at killing such as you when it might
be to save ourselves. To hold you secretly, and yet securely, is our
hope, therefore bear well in mind to what lengths we are bound to go
rather than allow you to give us the slip!"
The Tory crawled head foremost into one of the casks, which was so large
that he could readily turn around in it, and in the gloom of the shed I
could see that his face was as white as my mother's table linen. He
shook like one in an ague fit, as well he might, for the threats Pierre
made carried with them such a ring of truth that he would have been dull
indeed had he failed to understand how far we would go in order to save
our own skins.
Pierre followed him into this snug hiding place, and I stood helplessly
by, awaiting some word from little Frenchie, ready to obey whatever
commands he might give, while Saul, shamefaced because of his
indiscretion, came up to my side.
"It is like this," Pierre said as if he had asked a question. "So long
as we can hold this Tory sneak secretly, so long are we at liberty to
remain in York Town to compass the business which brought us here; but
on the instant he gives us the slip, we may count on coming before a
military court charged with being rebels, if not with being spies."
"How long do you think he can remain in this shed without being
discovered?" Saul asked stupidly, and then it was that Pierre explained
his plan, so far as he had formed it.
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