In the Days of Poor Richard Part 55
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"No."
"The French?"
"No."
"Who then is to free us?"
"G.o.d and His ocean and His hills and forests and rivers and these children of His in America, who have been schooled to know their rights. After this King is broken there will be no other like him in England."
They dismounted at Arnold's door.
"For a time I shall have much to do, but soon I hope for great promotion and more leisure," he said.
"Tell me the good news," she urged.
"I expect to be the happiest man in the army, and the master of this house and your husband."
"And you and I shall be as one," she answered. "G.o.d speed the day when that may be true also of your people and my people."
2
He kissed her and bade her good night and returned to his many tasks.
He had visited the forts and batteries. He had communicated with every outpost. His plan was complete. About midnight, when he and Solomon were lying down to rest, two hors.e.m.e.n came up the road at a gallop and stopped at his door. They were aides of Was.h.i.+ngton. They reported that the General was spending the night at the house of Henry Jasper, near the ferry, and would reach camp about noon next day.
"Thank G.o.d for that news," said the young man. "Solomon, I think that we can sleep better to-night."
"If you're awake two minutes from now you'll hear some snorin',"
Solomon answered as he drew his boots. "I ain't had a good bar'foot sleep in a week. I don't like to have socks er luther on when I wade out into that pond. To-night, I guess, we'll smell the water lilies."
Jack was awake for an hour thinking of the great happiness which had fallen in the midst of his troubles and of Thornhill and his message.
He heard the two aides going to their quarters. Then a deep silence fell upon the camp, broken only by the rumble of distant thunder in the mountains and the feet of some one pacing up and down between his hut and the house of the General. He put on his long coat and slippers and went out-of-doors.
"Who's there?" he demanded.
"Arnold," was the answer. "Taking a little walk before I turn in."
There was a weary, pathetic note of trouble in that voice, long remembered by the young man, who immediately returned to his bed. He knew not that those restless feet of Arnold were walking in the flames of h.e.l.l. Had some premonition of what had been going on down the river come up to him? Could he hear the feet of that horse, now galloping northward through the valleys and over the hills toward him with evil tidings? No more for this man was the comfort of restful sleep or the joys of home and friends.h.i.+p and affection. Now the touch of his wife's hand, the sympathetic look in her eyes and all her babble about the coming marriage were torture to him. He could not endure it. Worst of all, he was in a way where there is no turning. He must go on. He had begun to know that he was suspected. The conduct of the scout, Solomon Binkus, had suggested that he knew what was pa.s.sing. Arnold had seen the aides of Was.h.i.+ngton as they came in. The chief could not be far behind them. He dreaded to stand before him. Compared to the torture now beginning for this man, the fate of Bill Scott on Rock Creek in the wilderness, had been a mercy.
Soon after sunrise came a solitary horseman, wearied by long travel, with a message from Colonel Jameson to Arnold. A man had been captured near Tarrytown with important doc.u.ments on his person. He had confessed that he was Adjutant-General Andre of Sir Henry Clinton's army. The worst had come to pa.s.s. Now treason! disgrace! the gibbet!
Arnold was sitting at breakfast. He arose, put the message in his pocket and went out of the room. _The Vulture_ lay down the river awaiting orders. The traitor walked hurriedly to the boat-landing.
Solomon was there. It had been his custom when in camp to go down to the landing every morning with his spy-gla.s.s and survey the river.
Only one boatman was at the dock.
"Colonel Binkus, will you help this man to take me down to the British s.h.i.+p?" Arnold asked. "I have an engagement with its commander and am half an hour late."
Solomon had had much curiosity about that s.h.i.+p. He wished to see the man who had gone into the bush and then to Smith's with Arnold.
"Sart'n," Solomon answered.
They got into a small barge with the General in the cus.h.i.+oned rear seat, his flag in hand.
"Make what speed you can," said the General.
The oarsmen bent to their task and the barge swept on by the forts. A Yankee sloop overhauled and surveyed them. If its skipper had entertained suspicions they were dissipated by the presence of Solomon Binkus in the barge.
They came up to _The Vulture_ and made fast at its landing stage where an officer waited to receive the General. The latter ascended to the deck. In a moment a voice called from above:
"General Arnold's boatmen may come aboard."
A British war-s.h.i.+p was a thing of great interest to Solomon. Once aboard he began to look about him at the s.h.i.+ning guns and their gear and the tackle and the men. He looked for Arnold, but he was not in sight.
Among the crew then busy on the deck, Solomon saw the Tory desperado "Slops," one time of the Ohio River country, with his black pipe in his mouth. Slops paused in his hauling and reeving to shake a fist at Solomon. They were heaving the anchor. The sails were running up.
The s.h.i.+p had begun to move. What was the meaning of this? Solomon stepped to the s.h.i.+p's side. The stair had been hove up and made fast.
The barge was not to be seen.
"They will put you all ash.o.r.e below," an officer said to him.
Solomon knew too much about Arnold to like the look of this. The officer went forward. Solomon stepped to the opening in the deck rail, not yet closed, through which he had come aboard. While he was looking down at the water, some ten feet below, a group of sailors came to fill in. His arm was roughly seized. Solomon stepped back. Before him stood the man Slops. An insulting word from the latter, a quick blow from Solomon, and Slops went through the gate out into the air and downward. The scout knew it was no time to tarry.
"A night hawk couldn't dive no quicker ner what I done," were his words to the men who picked him up. He was speaking of that half second of the twenty-fourth of September, 1780. His brief account of it was carefully put down by an officer: "I struck not twenty feet from Slops, which I seen him jes' comin' up when I took water. This 'ere ol' sloop that had overhauled us goin' down were nigh. Hadn't no more'n come up than I felt Slops' knife rip into my leg. I never had no practise in that 'ere knife work. 'Tain't fer decent folks, but my ol' Dan Skinner is allus on my belt. He'd chose the weapons an' so I fetched 'er out.
Had to er die. We fit a minnit thar in the water. All the while he had that d.a.m.n black pipe in his mouth. I were hacked up a leetle, but he got a big leak in _him_ an' all of a sudden he wasn't thar. He'd gone. I struck out with ol' Dan Skinner 'twixt my teeth. Then I see your line and grabbed it. Whar's the British s.h.i.+p now?"
"'Way below Stony P'int an' a fair wind in her sails,' the skipper answered.
"Bound fer New York," said Solomon sorrowfully. "They'd 'a' took me with 'em if I hadn't 'a' jumped. Put me over to Jasper's dock. I got to see Was.h.i.+ngton quick."
"Was.h.i.+ngton has gone up the river."
"Then take me to quarters soon as ye kin. I'll give ye ten pounds, good English gold. My G.o.d, boys! My ol' hide is leakin' bad."
He turned to the man who had been was.h.i.+ng and binding his wounds.
"Sodder me up best ye kin. I got to last till I see the Father."
Solomon and other men in the old army had often used the word "Father"
in speaking of the Commander-in-Chief. It served, as no other could, to express their affection for him.
The wind was unfavorable and the sloop found it difficult to reach the landing near headquarters. After some delay Solomon jumped overboard and swam ash.o.r.e.
What follows he could not have told. Was.h.i.+ngton was standing with his orderly in the little dooryard at headquarters as Solomon came staggering up the slope at a run and threw his body, bleeding from a dozen wounds, at the feet of his beloved Chief.
"Oh, my Father!" he cried in a broken voice and with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Arnold has sold Ameriky an' all its folks an' gone down the river."
Was.h.i.+ngton knelt beside him and felt his b.l.o.o.d.y garments.
"The Colonel is wounded," he said to his orderly. "Go for help."
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