Part 27 (1/2)

”I am a soldier, and am ready to follow my superior. What he orders I shall loyally help to carry out.”

”We will all do that,” said Baker, half ashamed that he had shown any shadow of doubt about the advisability of attacking the fort.

”I know you are all true soldiers,” replied Allen, ”and I am ready to lead you against the fort. I think we can breakfast on the rations England has provided.”

”Lead on and we will follow.”

”Forest, do you pick the men in your company who have the strongest nerves and the pluckiest spirits to cross first; take the largest of the two large boats and get as many of the men over as possible.”

”It shall be done.”

”And you, Baker, follow the same instruction in reference to the Mountain Boys. The small boat we will reserve for Col. Arnold and myself. When you reach the other side, remember that there must not be a sound. No word must be uttered, no fire made, but let every man lie in the long gra.s.s and wait for orders.”

A crew was selected for each boat, and the work of transporting the little army across the lake was commenced.

The men pulled steadily and noiselessly across the waters of the beautiful lake which the Indians called ”Troquois,” [Transcriber's note: Iroquois?] and the early French settlers, who objected to honoring the explorer, Samuel de Champlain, ”Mere les Iroquois,” and still later, ”Iracosia.”

It was slow work, and the men asked permission to swim across, but Allen was afraid the swim would be too exhausting.

When day broke the work had to cease, for the men at the fort would have seen the boats and been put on their guard.

Arnold looked at the handful of men and predicted failure.

Allen counted the men and found eighty-three.

That was the strength of his little army.

It seemed absurd to think of attacking one of the strongest fortresses on the continent with such a handful of men.

True, the garrison was small, but it was intrenched behind strong walls, a well-filled moat and a line of breastworks carefully designed, and improved bastions.

Allen called all his men together and addressed them.

”It is for your country that you will risk your lives,” he said, ”and while you take care not to run into needless danger, remember that only the daring will succeed. If we enter the fort, as we shall undoubtedly do, set up a shout which shall make the garrison think we have eight hundred instead of eighty men. Be brave, and the victory will be ours.”

A thrill of excitement made every heart beat fast; cheeks glowed with pleasure, heads were borne erect with pride, and the few men looked invincible.

Allen and Arnold led the way; they never were in the rear.

When close to the fort they made a dash and gained the gateway.

”Stand back!” exclaimed the sentry.

He raised his musket to fire, but Allen knocked it on one side.

”Are you mad? Do you want to die?” he asked.

”Better die than be craven,” answered the English soldier, bravely.

Allen had seized him round the waist and thrown him to the floor; he picked himself up and ran into the fort, closely followed by the mountaineers.