The Peddler Spy; or, Dutchmen and Yankees. A Tale of the Capture of Good HopeHamilton, W. J.
History
The Peddler Spy; or, Dutchmen and Yankees. A Tale of the Capture of Good Hope
Hamilton, W. J.
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
“Then I will open the door; your terms are generous, and I believe are
made in good faith.”
“You must submit to be imprisoned in one of the houses until all your men
are in my hands.”
“I will attend to that,” said Van Curter. “Place a guard upon my men here
and come with me.”
The doors were thrown open. The ten men were placed in a room by
themselves and a guard placed over them. Holmes, Willie and Van Curter
now proceeded toward the other house, and Van Curter called the name of
Captain Van Zandt. He knew the voice and came to the window immediately.
“Is that you, Van Curter?” he asked.
“It is I; open.”
“Are the English gone?”
“No.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I have surrendered.”
“Coward!”
“Be careful, sir! I repeat, I have surrendered the place. It was useless
to resist. The terms are noble. We are to be allowed to march out with
drums and colors, and make our way to the islands. Our private property
is ours. In short, better terms were never given. Therefore open your
doors and give yourselves up.”
“I never drew a cowardly breath in my life, Van Curter. This house is my
castle; I will keep it against all who come against it.”
“I tell you I have surrendered,” shouted Van Curter.
“And I tell _you_ that _I_ have _not_! And, what is more, I don’t intend
to. I have a strong house, and the best of your men, and the morning is
at hand. I will give a good account of myself, and drive the ragamuffins
of Captain Holmes back to their filthy quarters.”
“You use modest terms,” said Holmes.
“Ah-ha. You are there, Yankee? I give you good-night.”
“You refuse to surrender?”
“Yes; refuse to the bitter end.”
“Then we must make you do it.”
“Do it if you can.”
CHAPTER X.
A NIGHT IN BONDS.
Holmes stepped back and took a survey of the building. His practiced eye
at once took in its strong points. The doors were of hewn oak, crossed
by heavy iron clamps. On the inside, so Van Curter told them, were heavy
bars of seasoned wood, tough and elastic as so much steel, set into iron
rings upon either side of the door. These bars were four in number, at
equal distances from each other. No common power could force one of these
doors from its fastening. These entrances were two in number, one at
the front and one at the back. The windows were seven in number; two
in front, two on each side, and one at the back of the house, fastened,
like the doors, by solid wooden bars. These particulars they gained from
Van Curter, who was angry at the young captain for refusing to yield. He
determined to try him once more, but found him very obstinate. He then
demanded that his daughter should be permitted to leave the house. This
was refused at once.
“Let me understand you, Joseph. Do you mean to tell me, seriously, that
you intend to keep my daughter in the house during the attack which will
be made upon it?”
“I do.”
“Then by that act you at once cancel any trust between us.”
“Let it be as you say. I will make a new bond between us.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account