The Crossing Part 5
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As the sun got up in the heavens and the wind fell, the cupola became a bake-oven. But I scarcely felt the heat. My whole soul was out in the bay, pent up with the men in the fort. How long could they hold out? Why were they not all killed by the shot that fell like hail among them? Yet puff after puff sprang from their guns, and the sound of it was like a storm coming nearer in the heat. But at noon it seemed to me as though some of the s.h.i.+ps were sailing. It was true. Slowly they drew away from the others, and presently I thought they had stopped again. Surely two of them were stuck together, then three were fast on a shoal. Boats, like black bugs in the water, came and went between them and the others.
After a long time the two that were together got apart and away. But the third stayed there, immovable, helpless.
Throughout the afternoon the fight, kept on, the little black boats coming and going. I saw a mast totter and fall on one of the s.h.i.+ps. I saw the flag shot away from the fort, and reappear again. But now the puffs came from her walls slowly and more slowly, so that my heart sank with the setting sun. And presently it grew too dark to see aught save the red flashes. Slowly, reluctantly, the noise died down until at last a great silence reigned, broken only now and again by voices in the streets below me. It was not until then that I realized that I had been all day without food--that I was alone in the dark of a great house.
I had never known fear in the woods at night. But now I trembled as I felt my way down the ladder, and groped and stumbled through the black attic for the stairs. Every noise I made seemed louder an hundred fold than the battle had been, and when I barked my s.h.i.+ns, the pain was sharper than a knife. Below, on the big stairway, the echo of my footsteps sounded again from the empty rooms, so that I was taken with a panic and fled downward, sliding and falling, until I reached the hall.
Frantically as I tried, I could not unfasten the bolts on the front door. And so, running into the drawing-room, I pried open the window, and sat me down in the embrasure to think, and to try to quiet the thumpings of my heart.
By degrees I succeeded. The still air of the night and the heavy, damp odors of the foliage helped me. And I tried to think what was right for me to do. I had promised the master not to leave the place, and that promise seemed in pledge to my father. Surely the master would come back--or Breed. They would not leave me here alone without food much longer. Although I was young, I was brought up to responsibility. And I inherited a conscience that has since given me much trouble.
From these thoughts, trying enough for a starved lad, I fell to thinking of my father on the frontier fighting the Cherokees. And so I dozed away to dream of him. I remember that he was skinning Cameron,--I had often pictured it,--and Cameron yelling, when I was awakened with a shock by a great noise.
I listened with my heart in my throat. The noise seemed to come from the hall,--a prodigious pounding. Presently it stopped, and a man's voice cried out:--
"Ho there, within!"
My first impulse was to answer. But fear kept me still.
"Batter down the door," some one shouted.
There was a sound of shuffling in the portico, and the same voice:--
"Now then, all together, lads!"
Then came a straining and splitting of wood, and with a crash the door gave way. A lantern's rays shot through the hall.
"The house is as dark as a tomb," said a voice.
"And as empty, I reckon," said another. "John Temple and his spy have got away."
"We'll have a search," answered the first voice.
They stood for a moment in the drawing-room door, peering, and then they entered. There were five of them. Two looked to be gentlemen, and three were of rougher appearance. They carried lanterns.
"That window's open," said one of the gentlemen. "They must have been here to-day. h.e.l.lo, what's this?" He started back in surprise.
I slid down from the window-seat, and stood facing them, not knowing what else to do. They, too, seemed equally confounded.
"It must be Temple's son," said one, at last. "I had thought the family at Temple Bow. What's your name, my lad?"
"David Trimble, sir," said I.
"And what are you doing here?" he asked more sternly.
"I was left in Mr. Temple's care by my father."
"Oho!" he cried. "And where is your father?"
"He's gone to fight the Cherokees," I answered soberly. "To skin a man named Cameron."
At that they were silent for an instant, and then the two broke into a laugh.
"Egad, Lowndes," said the gentleman, "here is a fine mystery. Do you think the boy is lying?"
The other gentleman scratched his forehead.
"I'll have you know I don't lie, sir," I said, ready to cry.
"No," said the other gentleman. "A backwoodsman named Trimble went to Rutledge with credentials from North Carolina, and has gone off to Cherokee Ford to join McCall."
"Bless my soul!" exclaimed the first gentleman. He came up and laid his hand on my shoulder, and said:--
"Where is Mr. Temple?"
"That I don't know, sir."
"When did he go away?"
I did not answer at once.
"That I can't tell you, sir."
"Was there any one with him?"
"That I can't tell you, sir."
"The devil you can't!" he cried, taking his hand away. "And why not?"
I shook my head, sorely beset.
"Come, Mathews," cried the gentleman called Lowndes.
"We'll search first, and attend to the lad after."
And so they began going through the house, prying into every cupboard and sweeping under every bed. They even climbed to the attic; and noting the open cas.e.m.e.nt in the cupola, Mr. Lowndes said:--
"Some one has been here to-day."
"It was I, sir," I said. "I have been here all day."
"And what doing, pray?" he demanded.
"Watching the battle. And oh, sir," I cried, "can you tell me whether Mister Moultrie beat the British?"
"He did so," cried Mr. Lowndes. "He did, and soundly."
He stared at me. I must have looked my pleasure.
"Why, David," says he, "you are a patriot, too."
The Crossing Part 5
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