Part 50 (1/2)
A second request was unnecessary. The instant that Harvey put his horse to his speed Captain Wharton was at his heels, urging the miserable animal he rode to the utmost. Birch had selected his own beast; and although vastly inferior to the high-fed and blooded chargers of the dragoons, still it was much superior to the little pony that had been thought good enough to carry Caesar Thompson on an errand. A very few jumps convinced the captain that his companion was fast leaving him, and a fearful glance thrown behind informed the fugitive that his enemies were as speedily approaching. With that abandonment that makes misery doubly grievous, when it is to be supported alone, Henry cried aloud to the peddler not to desert him. Harvey instantly drew up, and suffered his companion to run alongside of his own horse. The c.o.c.ked hat and wig of the peddler fell from his head the moment that his steed began to move briskly, and this development of their disguise, as it might be termed, was witnessed by the dragoons, who announced their observation by a boisterous shout, that seemed to be uttered in the very ears of the fugitives; so loud was the cry, and so short the distance between them.
”Had we not better leave our horses,” said Henry, ”and make for the hills across the fields, on our left? The fence will stop our pursuers.”
”That way lies the gallows,” returned the peddler. ”These fellows go three feet to our two, and would mind the fences no more than we do these ruts; but it is a short quarter to the turn, and there are two roads behind the wood. They may stand to choose until they can take the track, and we shall gain a little upon them there.”
”But this miserable horse is blown already,” cried Henry, urging his beast with the end of his bridle, at the same time that Harvey aided his efforts by applying the lash of a heavy riding whip he carried. ”He will never stand it for half a mile farther.”
”A quarter will do; a quarter will do,” said the peddler, ”a single quarter will save us, if you follow my directions.”
Somewhat cheered by the cool and confident manner of his companion, Henry continued silently urging his horse forward. A few moments brought them to the desired turn, and as they doubled round a point of low underbrush, the fugitives caught a glimpse of their pursuers scattered along the highway. Mason and the sergeant, being better mounted than the rest of the party, were much nearer to their heels than even the peddler thought could be possible.
At the foot of the hills, and for some distance up the dark valley that wound among the mountains, a thick underwood of saplings had been suffered to shoot up, where the heavier growth was felled for the sake of the fuel. At the sight of this cover, Henry again urged the peddler to dismount, and to plunge into the woods; but his request was promptly refused. The two roads, before mentioned, met at very sharp angles at a short distance from the turn, and both were circuitous, so that but little of either could be seen at a time. The peddler took the one which led to the left, but held it only a moment, for, on reaching a partial opening in the thicket, he darted across into the right-hand path and led the way up a steep ascent, which lay directly before them. This maneuver saved them. On reaching the fork, the dragoons followed the track and pa.s.sed the spot where the fugitives had crossed to the other road, before they missed the marks of the footsteps. Their loud cries were heard by Henry and the peddler, as their wearied and breathless animals toiled up the hill, ordering their comrades in the rear to ride in the right direction. The captain again proposed to leave their horses and dash into the thicket.
”Not yet, not yet,” said Birch, in a low voice. ”The road falls from the top of this hill as steep as it rises; first let us gain the top.” While speaking, they reached the desired summit, and both threw themselves from their horses, Henry plunging into the thick underwood, which covered the side of the mountain for some distance above them. Harvey stopped to give each of their beasts a few severe blows of his whip, that drove them headlong down the path on the other side of the eminence, and then followed his example.
The peddler entered the thicket with a little caution, and avoided, as much as possible, rustling or breaking the branches in his way. There was but time only to shelter his person from view when a dragoon led up the ascent, and on reaching the height, he cried aloud,-
”I saw one of their horses turning the hill this minute.”
”Drive on, spur forward, my lads,” shouted Mason; ”give the Englishman quarter, but cut down the peddler, and make an end of him.”
Henry felt his companion grip his arm hard, as he listened in a great tremor to this cry, which was followed by the pa.s.sage of a dozen hors.e.m.e.n, with a vigor and speed that showed too plainly how little security their overtired steeds could have afforded them.
”Now,” said the peddler, rising from the cover to reconnoiter, and standing for a moment in suspense, ”all that we gain is clear gain; for, as we go up, they go down. Let us be stirring.”
”But will they not follow us, and surround this mountain?” said Henry, rising, and imitating the labored but rapid progress of his companion. ”Remember, they have foot as well as horse, and, at any rate, we shall starve in the hills.”
”Fear nothing, Captain Wharton,” returned the peddler, with confidence; ”this is not the mountain that I would be on, but necessity has made me a dexterous pilot among these hills. I will lead you where no man will dare to follow. See, the sun is already setting behind the tops of the western mountains, and it will be two hours to the rising of the moon. Who, think you, will follow us far, on a November night, among these rocks and precipices?”
”Listen!” exclaimed Henry; ”the dragoons are shouting to each other; they miss us already.”
”Come to the point of this rock, and you may see them,” said Harvey, composedly setting himself down to rest. ”Nay, they can see us-observe, they are pointing up with their fingers. There! one has fired his pistol, but the distance is too great even for a musket.”
”They will pursue us,” cried the impatient Henry, ”let us be moving.”
”They will not think of such a thing,” returned the peddler, picking the checkerberries that grew on the thin soil where he sat, and very deliberately chewing them, leaves and all, to refresh his mouth. ”What progress could they make here, in their heavy boots and spurs, and long swords? No, no-they may go back and turn out the foot, but the horse pa.s.s through these defiles, when they can keep the saddle, with fear and trembling. Come, follow me, Captain Wharton; we have a troublesome march before us, but I will bring you where none will think of venturing this night.”
So saying, they both arose, and were soon hid from view amongst the rocks and caverns of the mountain.
The conjecture of the peddler was true. Mason and his men dashed down the hill, in pursuit, as they supposed, of their victims, but, on reaching the bottom lands, they found only the deserted horses of the fugitives. Some little time was spent in examining the woods near them, and in endeavoring to take the trail on such ground as might enable the horse to pursue, when one of the party descried the peddler and Henry seated on the rock already mentioned.
”He's off,” muttered Mason, eying Harvey, with fury; ”he's off, and we are disgraced. By heavens, Was.h.i.+ngton will not trust us with the keeping of a suspected Tory, if we let the rascal trifle in this manner with the corps; and there sits the Englishman, too, looking down upon us with a smile of benevolence! I fancy that I can see it. Well, well, my lad, you are comfortably seated, I will confess, and that is something better than dancing upon nothing; but you are not to the west of the Harlem River yet, and I'll try your wind before you tell Sir Henry what you have seen.”
”Shall I fire and frighten the peddler?” asked one of the men, drawing his pistol from the holster.
”Aye, startle the birds from their perch-let us see how they can use the wing.” The man fired the pistol, and Mason continued-”'Fore George, I believe the scoundrels laugh at us. But homeward, or we shall have them rolling stones upon our heads, and the royal gazettes teeming with an account of a rebel regiment routed by two loyalists. They have told bigger lies than that, before now.”
The dragoons moved sullenly after their officer, who rode towards their quarters, musing on the course it behooved him to pursue in the present dilemma. It was twilight when Mason's party reached the dwelling, before the door of which were collected a great number of the officers and men, busily employed in giving and listening to the most exaggerated accounts of the escape of the spy. The mortified dragoons gave their ungrateful tidings with the sullen air of disappointed men; and most of the officers gathered round Mason, to consult of the steps that ought to be taken. Miss Peyton and Frances were breathless and un.o.bserved listeners to all that pa.s.sed between them, from the window of the chamber immediately above their heads.
”Something must be done, and that speedily,” observed the commanding officer of the regiment, which lay encamped before the house. ”This English officer is doubtless an instrument in the great blow aimed at us by the enemy lately; besides, our honor is involved in his escape.”