Part 14 (2/2)

”Yes, ma.s.sa,” answered Cato, who, for a black, was a man of few words, and was evidently a trustworthy fellow.

Caesar looked somewhat disappointed. I suspect that if he had found the rebels approaching, we should not have seen his face again. We were kept fully employed improving the fortifications. Mr Talboys, who was full of resources, devised three platforms, which were run from the upper windows above the doorway, with holes in them through which hot water or stones, or other missiles, could be dropped on the heads of the a.s.sailants. We had also means of access to the roof, so that if it were set on fire, we might extinguish the flames.

Still the enemy didn't appear, nor did Cato return to bring us information. Had we been idle, the suspense might have been more trying; but as we were actively engaged, we scarcely thought of what might possibly happen. At last Cato's voice was heard shouting--

”Ma.s.sa Marchant and de piccaninnies come, but de rebels c.u.m too, and dis n.i.g.g.e.r not know which get in first.”

”We must go and help our friends then. Who'll accompany me?” asked Mr Talboys.

”I will, sir,” said I.

”And I,” said Tom Pim. And our other two messmates said the same.

The overseer seemed inclined to stop and defend the house. We immediately set out, Mr Talboys leading the way, and we keeping close to him. The night was dark, and we might easily have missed our road.

After going some distance he stopped for a moment to listen. There came through the night air the tramp of feet, and the hum of voices, though apparently a long way off.

”What can have become of Marchant?” exclaimed Mr Talboys, after we had gone some way further.

”Here I am,” said a person who stepped out into the middle of the road with a child in his arms. ”My wife was tired, and our children declared they could go no further without resting, and except our two nurse girls, all the slaves have run away.”

”They might have rested too long,” said Mr Talboys. ”Come, Mrs Marchant, I'll help you; and these young gentlemen will a.s.sist the children.”

We discovered the family group seated on a bank; and each of us taking charge of one of the children, we followed Mr Talboys back towards Belmont as fast as our legs could move. He strode along at a great rate, for the sounds, which before had been indistinct, now grew louder and louder, and we knew that the enemy could not be far off. That they were marching towards Belmont there could be no doubt. Mrs Marchant gave a shriek of alarm every now and then, and the children cried with terror. We tried to soothe them, but it was no easy matter to do so as we ran along.

”Try and keep the children quiet,” said Mr Talboys in a suppressed tone, ”or the blacks will hear us. Push on, young gentlemen; I'll bring up the rear and defend you.”

”I'll stay with you,” I said; for it struck me that Chaffey might easily carry the child I had charge of, and so I handed it to him.

”And I'll stay also,” said Tom, giving his charge to Sinnet, who, with one of the black girls, was dragging another along. Mr Marchant had enough to do to support his wife and carry another of their progeny.

The house was already in sight, but we could hear the tramp of the insurgents' feet coming nearer and nearer, though we could not tell whether we ourselves were yet seen. Mr Marchant and his family hurried on, probably sorry that they had not made more speed at first. We had our pistols ready, a brace each, in our belts, and our swords by our sides, should we come to a close encounter; but the blacks had, we concluded, firearms, and might shoot us down, should they see us, at a distance. I could not but admire the cool gallantry of Mr Talboys, with so much at stake, yet willing to risk his own life in the defence of those he had promised to protect. He stood for nearly a minute to enable his friend's family to get ahead. The ground rose gradually towards the house, and we could now distinguish a dark ma.s.s coming across the open s.p.a.ce in the plain below.

”Now we'll move on,” said Mr Talboys; and we proceeded deliberately towards the house.

”They must have got in now,” he added shortly afterwards, speaking as before in a suppressed tone.

It was time indeed for us to be hurrying on, for as we looked round, a party of blacks, forming the advance guard, and whom we had not previously seen, suddenly appeared, not fifty paces off. They saw us at the same time, and with loud yells came rus.h.i.+ng up the slope.

”On, lads, as fast as your legs can carry you,” cried Mr Talboys, and, facing round, he fired his musket into the middle of them. Whether any one fell we did not stop to see, but ran towards the house. The blacks followed, hoping to overtake us, and fortunately not stopping to fire.

Mr Marchant and his family were only just then entering the house.

They had got safe in, and we were about to follow when a shower of bullets came whistling round our heads and rattling against the walls.

We sprang in, Mr Talboys following. No time was lost in closing the door and putting up the barricades. We had scarcely finished when a second volley was fired, showing that the rebels were in earnest, and meant, if they could do so, to destroy the inmates of the house. Still, finding that we had escaped them, instead of das.h.i.+ng on, they kept at a respectful distance, under such cover as the hedges and palings afforded them. As the bullets pinged against the shutters and walls the children began to cry, and Mrs Marchant and her black damsels to shriek out.

Mrs Talboys and Lucy remained perfectly quiet, doing their best to calm the fears of their guests.

”We have a strong house and brave defenders, and we need not be afraid of the rebels,” said the former in a quiet tone.

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