Part 5 (1/2)
”Not amusing, chevalier! Oh, no! And if, in truth, I found them so I would not be so impolite as to smile. But there is a satisfaction in knowing that your official enemy has underrated the strength of your position. That is why my eyes expressed content--I would scarcely call it a smile.”
”I see once more that you're a master of words, Mr. Lennox. You play with them as the wind sports among the leaves.”
”But I don't speak in jest, Monsieur de St. Luc. I'm not in command here. I'm merely a spokesman a herald or a messenger, in whichever way you should choose to define me. Captain James Colden, a gallant young officer of Philadelphia, is our leader, but, in this instance, I don't feel the need of consulting him. I know that your offer is kindly, that it comes from a generous soul, but however much it may disappoint you I must decline it. Our resistance in the night has been quite successful, we have inflicted upon you much more damage than you have inflicted upon us, and I've no doubt the day will witness a battle continued in the same proportion.”
St. Luc threw back his head and laughed, not loud, but gayly and with unction. Robert reddened, but he could not take offense, as he saw that none was meant.
”I no longer wonder at my defeat by you in the vale of Onondaga,” said the chevalier, ”since you're not merely a master of words, you're a master-artist. I've no doubt if I listen to you you'll persuade me it's not you but we who are besieged, and it would be wise for us to yield to you without further ado.”
”Perhaps you're not so very far wrong,” said Robert, recovering his a.s.surance, which was nearly always great. ”I'm sure Captain Colden would receive your surrender and treat you well.”
The eyes of the two met and twinkled.
”Tandakora is with us,” said St. Luc, ”and I've a notion he wouldn't relish it. Perhaps he distrusts the mercy he would receive at the hands of your Onondaga, Tayoga. And at this point in our dialogue, Mr. Lennox, I want to apologize to you again, for the actions of the Ojibway before the war really began. I couldn't prevent them, but, since there is genuine war, he is our ally, and I must accord to him all the dignities and honors appertaining to his position.”
”You're rather deft with words yourself, Monsieur de St. Luc. Once, at New York, I saw a juggler with b.a.l.l.s who could keep five in the air at the same time, and in some dim and remote way you make me think of him. You'll pardon the ill.u.s.tration, chevalier, because I really mean it as a compliment.”
”I pardon gladly enough, because I see your intentions are good. We both play with words, perhaps because the exercise tickles our fancy, but to return to the true spirit and essence of things, I warn you that it would be wise to surrender. My force is very much greater than Captain Colden's, and has him hemmed in. If my Indian allies suffer too much in the attack it will be difficult to restrain them. I'm not stating this as a threat--you know me too well for that--but to make the facts plain, and to avoid something that I should regret as much as you.”
”I don't think it necessary to consult Captain Colden, and without doing so I decline your offer. We have food to eat, water to drink and bullets to shoot, and if you care to take us you must come and do so.”
”And that is the final answer? You're quite sure you don't wish to consult your superior officer, Captain Colden?”
”Absolutely sure. It would waste the time of all of us.”
”Then it seems there is nothing more to say, and to use your own fanciful way of putting it, we must go back from the play of words to the play of swords.”
”I see no alternative.”
”And yet I hope that you will survive the combat, Mr. Lennox.”
”I've the same hope for you, Chevalier de St. Luc.”
Each meant it, and, in the same high manner of the day, they saluted and withdrew. Robert, as he walked back to the thickets in which the defenders lay, felt that Indian eyes were upon him, and that perhaps an Indian bullet would speed toward him, despite St. Luc. Tandakora and the savages around him could not always be controlled by their French allies, as was to be shown too often in this war. His sensitive mind once more turned fancy into reality and the hair on his head lifted a little, but pride would not let him hasten his steps.
No gun was fired, and, with an immense relief, he sank down behind a fallen log, and by the side of Colden and Willet.
”What did the Frenchman want?” asked the young captain.
”Our instant and unconditional surrender. Knowing how you felt about it, I gave him your refusal at once.”
”Well done, Mr. Lennox.”
”He said that in case of a rush and heavy loss by his Indians he perhaps would not be able to control them in the moment of victory, which doubtless is true.”
”They will know no moment of victory. We can hold them off.”
”Where is Tayoga?” asked Robert of Willet.