United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
"One of us, and you should be that one inasmuch as it was through you
that all this trouble came about," he said, looking at Saul, "must
remain here until midnight, or thereabouts, on the alert all the while
lest he give an alarm, while Fitz and I move about the village as we
were intending when we left old Mary's cabin. When night has come, and
if we find it possible, this Tory must be carried across the town and
stowed safely in that loft above the room in which Uncle 'Rasmus is
living. There, one or the other of us must act as jailor all the while,
until--I cannot guess when our duties may be ended. If, perchance, the
American forces give Lord Cornwallis battle, and are victorious, then
may we come out of the snarl with whole skins; but if so be the British
are the conquerors, we can look to have the tables turned on us, when
Horry Sims will get all the revenge he may desire."
A pretty pickle we were in because of what Saul had done! The most we
could hope for would be to hold Horry day after day in that loft of old
Mary's cabin, with but one show of getting out of the box, which would
be such a victory by the Americans that they might take possession of
the town of York.
It was a slim chance, though I doubted not that General Lafayette's
army, if reinforced as it should be, would whip the Britishers; but
again and again the so-called rebels had been worsted by the king's
soldiers, and why might they not get a drubbing here? It was well within
the range of possibilities that the British army would be reinforced by
vessels sent down from New York, in which case we stood to suffer.
Even though the Britishers allowed us to go here or there at will, we
were held as close prisoners, because of having Horry Sims in custody,
as though they put us under a strong guard. If at that moment when we
stood by the casks in the shed speculating upon the situation, I had
known that the town of York was to be besieged and shelled by our
people, I would not have reckoned that my life was worth the turn of a
hand.
Fortunate indeed was it for us that we could not look into the future.
Fortunate we had no inkling of all that was to take place between the
rivers of York and James within the next few days, else had our courage
failed us entirely. As it was, however, I had great faith Pierre would
pull through his scheme successfully, and trusted that the future would
show us some way out of this snarl into which we had been so suddenly
plunged.
"Come in here, and stretch yourself out beside this lad, with your hand
closing on his throat so that at the lightest sign of his counting on
giving an alarm you can choke him to death," Pierre said to Saul, who
was crouching that he might look into the cask, and my cousin did meekly
as he was bidden, for by this time he had come fully to understand that
he alone was responsible for all this trouble which had come upon us.
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