Part 17 (1/2)

Now, then, who sent you?”

”My ma.s.sa,” the negro answered.

”And who is your master?”

The negro was again silent, but as, at a nod from Peter, the men again raised the ramrods, he blurted out:

”Ma.s.sa Chermside.”

The name was known to many of the scouts, and a cry of anger broke from them.

”I thought as much,” Harvey said. ”I suspected that scoundrel was at the bottom of it all along. Where is he?” he asked the negro.

”Me not know, sar.”

”You mean you won't say,” Peter said. ”Try the vartue of them ramrods again.”

”No, no!” the negro screamed. ”Me swear me do not know where him be. You may burn me to death if you will, but I could not tell you.”

”I think he is speaking the truth,” Harvey said. ”Wait a minute. Have you done this before?” he asked the negro.

”Yes, sar. Eight or ten times me swim de river at night.”

”With messages to the Americans?”

”Yes, sar; messages to American officers.”

”Have you any written message--any letter?”

”No, sar, me never take no letter. Me only carry dis.” And he took out from his hair a tiny ball of paper smaller than a pea.

It was smoothed out, and upon it, were the words, ”General Was.h.i.+ngton.”

”Where I go, sar, I show dem dis, and dey know den dat de message can be believed.”

”But how do you get the message? How do you see your master?”

”Master's orders were dat me and two oders were to meet him ebery night, after it got dark, at a tree a mile from de place where de soldiers are.

Sometimes he no come. When he come he gibs each of us a piece of money and tell us to carry a message across the river. We start by different ways, swim across de water in different places, take de message, and come back to de plantation.”

”A pretty business!” Peter said. ”Now you must come back with us to the post and tell your story to the commanding officer. Then we must see if we can't lay hands on this rascally master of yours.”

Upon the news being told, the general in command sent a party out, who, after searching the house and out-buildings of the plantation in vain, set fire to them and burned them to the ground. The negroes were all carried away and employed to labor for the army. The town and all the surrounding villages were searched, but no trace could be obtained of the missing man. One of the men of Gregory's corps of scouts disappeared. He had recently joined, but his appearance, as a man with beard and whiskers, in no way agreed with that of the planter. He might, however, have been disguised, and his disappearance was in itself no proof against him, for the scouts were under no great discipline, and when tired of the service often left without giving notice of their intention of doing so. It was, moreover, possible that he might have fallen by an enemy's bullet.

The strongest proof in favor of the deserter being Chermside was that, henceforth, the scouts were again as successful as before, often surprising the enemy successfully.

Now that the ford nearest Mr. Jackson's was strongly guarded, the young men had no apprehension of any surprise, although such an event was just possible, as the cavalry on both sides often made great circuits in their raids upon each other's country. That Chermside was somewhere in the neighborhood they believed; having, indeed, strong reason for doing so, as a rifle was one evening fired at them from the wood as they rode over, the ball pa.s.sing between their heads. Pursuit, at the time, was impossible. But the next day a number of scouts searched the woods without success. Soon after they heard that Chermside had joined the Americans and obtained a commission in a body of their irregular horse.

Harvey was now formally engaged to Isabelle Jackson, and it was settled that the wedding should take place in the early spring at New York. When not on duty he naturally spent a good deal of his time there, and Harold was frequently with him. Since he had been fired at in the woods Isabelle had been in the highest state of nervous anxiety lest her lover's enemy should again try to a.s.sa.s.sinate him, and she begged Harold always to come over with him, if possible, as the thought of his riding alone through the wood filled her with anxiety.