United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
Now indeed was my anger aroused, and I ministered to the suspicions of
this zealous patriot by giving way to it. Instead of speaking him
fairly, as Pierre Laurens would have done had he been in my place, I
must needs fly into a temper, asking if he saw on my face anything
betokening a Tory leaning; if he could not recognize an honest lad when
he saw him, and all that sort of foolish talk which only made the matter
worse, whereas if I had explained on the instant who I was, then would
he have had no doubt.
The result of my folly was that not only the man who acted as spokesman,
but both his companions, were straightway convinced I was playing the
part of a British spy--that I was one of those vile things known as a
Tory, who was willing to work whatsoever of harm he might to his own
country.
At once I found myself a close prisoner, being seized by both arms and
marched in triumph up the road by these men who I must confess were
doing no more than their duty, and being given no further opportunity to
make explanation.
During two or three minutes I held my peace, the anger in my heart being
so great that I could not think clearly, and then, realizing that the
truth must be shortly known when I was brought before the marquis,
General Lafayette, as in my folly I believed I would be, I set about
telling that which had best been told before I gave way to anger.
"My name is Fitzroy Hamilton," I said, striving to speak in a friendly
tone. "Surely you know the Hamilton plantation, and that my father is in
the American army?"
"Who in the town of York sent you with a message to the American lines?"
the man demanded.
"That I cannot tell you; but General Lafayette will know, for it is from
one whom he sent into the village."
"That won't do. If you had come from a friend to the Cause, there would
have been no reason why you refused to give his name instead of flying
into a passion."
I realized only too well that there was much of truth in what the man
said; but did not give over striving to convince him of my honesty and
loyalty to the Cause, until he angrily bade me hold my peace, saying I
should straightway stand before those who would know how to get the
truth out of me.
Then it was I begged him to carry me before Virginia soldiers, if indeed
there were any under General Lafayette, claiming that they would know
who I was, and most like have come in touch with my father, whereupon he
said with a sneer, as if my prayers had only strengthened his
suspicions:
"If indeed you were a loyal Virginian, you would know from the uniform I
wear that we are riflemen, and you are in the presence of three of those
same Virginian troops you claim to be so eager to meet."
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