United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
So thick is my head that I would have gone directly toward him, thinking
only to tell of Saul's disappearance and ask his advice concerning what
we had best do; but as I stepped forward Pierre clutched me firmly by
the arm, and at the same instant I saw a warning look in Morgan's eyes
as he recognized us.
Fortunate it was that I had sense enough to obey instantly both the look
and the grasp on my arm, otherwise had I betrayed him to his death, and
us lads to a prison.
I was faint with the sickness of fear on realizing what might have been
brought about by my stupidity; but Pierre led me straightaway in the
direction we had been pursuing, and before the dear lad could speak I
said, noting that we were beyond ear-shot of any of the king's soldiers:
"Forgive me, lad, forgive me! I came near to doing that which could
never have been undone, and remembering the terrible danger I was like
to have placed you and Morgan in, it maybe that in the future I shall
walk and act more as a thinking boy should."
"No harm has been done, Fitz," and little Frenchie caressed my coat
sleeve as if it was he instead of me who had so nearly wrecked three
lives. "So long as you didn't speak to Morgan, and no one could have
noticed that you recognized him, it is as if we hadn't seen the man."
It was ever little Frenchie's way to do what he might to soothe the
feelings of one who had gone wrong, and flinging my arm above his neck
regardless of whosoever might see, I hugged him to my side as if he had
been a sister.
Owing to the unusual activity all around us we were able to go at will
throughout the village, seemingly arousing no suspicions, for hardly a
man noticed us, and we searched every foot of the encampment save, as a
matter of course, the guard-houses or the buildings occupied by
Britishers, until having satisfied ourselves that Saul was not lying in
some out-of-the-way place unable to move because of wounds.
"It must be that the Britishers have made him a prisoner," Pierre said
thoughtfully as we wandered down to the river bank where we could
converse without fear of being overheard. "If he had provoked a quarrel
with any of the soldiers, or the lads who came from the plantations, we
should have found him ere this. We may set it down as a fact that he is
held in one of the guard-houses."
"Then what is to be done?" I cried impatiently, and to my surprise
Pierre replied calmly:
"Nothing; at least, nothing now. Of ourselves we cannot hope to find
him; but must wait until we have speech with Morgan. He is the one of
all others in this town of York who can help us."
"And we are shut out from him by the fear that we may betray an
acquaintance," I said bitterly, whereupon Pierre added, speaking in a
soothing tone:
"It is only for a few hours, lad. There is no question but that he will
seek us out when the opportunity comes, to learn if you succeeded in
your mission, or if any word was sent to him, and we must wait."
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