With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga Part 19

"Wall, Captain," was 'Siah's greeting, squinting around the horseman at the long column of marching men, "you look like you had a slather of folks yonder. I guess there'll be something in the wind around Old Ti 'fore long, hey?"

"And how is it you are not there, Bolderwood?" demanded Warner.

"Wall, I got an idee into my noddle an' leavin' Smith and Brown to watch Old Ti, for it might run away 'fore ye git there, ye know, I trotted down this way ter see the Colonel. Ev'rything is safe there so fur, but there's one thing we've neglected."

"What is that, Bolderwood?" cried Allen, riding up and hearing this last sentence.

"Why, Colonel, although I count you as purty near ekal to 'most anything, an' them fellers behind ye seemed armed to deal with any foe, still I calkerlate you ain't expectin' ol' Champlain ter open for ye to pa.s.s over dry shod, hey?"

Allen smote his thigh with his gauntleted hand and the expression on his face changed. "Right, 'Siah! I can't forgive myself for my thoughtlessness. We must have boats--and plenty of them--to cross to the fort."

"That's what struck me last night, Colonel. So I left the others ter watch the fort--an' a sarpint that wriggled into aour han's yesterday--and come kitin' down here for orders."

"A serpent, 'Siah?" said Warner. "Who is it?"

"One o' them Yorkers, an' one that I've not had my eyes on--let alone my hands--for a good many months. An' I see a chap behind you there that'll be some interested in meeting the rascal, too."

'Siah had looked past the officers and, in the very front rank, caught sight of his young friend Enoch. The latter waved his hand to the tall woodsman and Bolderwood, knowing that discipline was lax on the march, beckoned Enoch forward. "Come here, youngster, and hear what news I've got for ye," he cried. But Allen caught at the matter instantly, and understood to whom Bolderwood referred by his appellation of "the serpent."

"You mean to say you've got Simon Halpen?" he asked.

"That's the identical sarpint, Colonel," declared the ranger. "We caught him tryin' ter cross to Old Ti and thought it was best, under the sarc.u.mstances, ter keep him close till this leetle business is over.

What he was doin' riskin' his carca.s.s on this side of the line is more'n I can tell----"

"The boy was right, Major!" exclaimed Allen, turning to Warner. "Harding met the fellow while he was stirring up our folks in the Otter country last week. He thought he was up to some rascality then, and the fellow did try to take his life."

"Tried it again, did he?" cried 'Siah, as Enoch approached. "Is that so, Nuck?"

Enoch repeated his adventure with the murderous Halpen. "If I'd knowed this," the ranger declared, "I'd saved the grub the scoundrel is eating."

"We'll make an example of him when we reach the lake, 'Siah," declared the leader of the Green Mountain Boys. "But now for this other matter.

It is most important. Every bateau within reach must be secured."

"I know where there are three of 'em. And there may be others down the lake furder."

"You shall have charge of this, Bolderwood!" the commander cried. "I make you our captain of scouts. Take any reasonable number of men with you and hurry ahead. Every moment is precious."

"Good!" said the ranger. "With Smith and Brown I won't need but eight or ten more. And I'll begin by taking young Nuck here. He's a good oar."

"Take whom you wish. We depend on you," replied Allen, and within the hour the ranger and his party, including Enoch Harding, set off on their mission ahead of the more slowly moving army.

CHAPTER XXI

THE ESCAPE OF THE SPY

In sixteen hours 'Siah Bolderwood had traveled from his camp on the sh.o.r.e of Lake Champlain opposite the frowning walls of Fort Ticonderoga; when the long ranger was in a hurry he did not spare himself. Perhaps no other man in the Vermont wilderness could have covered so much ground afoot as he, within the time. But he set off now on his return journey, with nearly a dozen men at his heels, as fresh as though he had rested for a night instead of for an hour. His muscles were seemingly of steel and his limbs of iron. He led at such a pace that Enoch Harding, who came first behind him, could scarcely keep up with his stride and place his feet, Indian fas.h.i.+on, in the prints of his friend's moccasins.

The company of scouts traveled in single file and, having no need to follow the wood-road on which the army was marching, they soon left that out of view. 'Siah found an Indian path which suited him far better than the broader trail, for it would bring them much sooner to the lake, and for hour after hour he strode on with scarce a look behind him to see how his companions kept up. The men he had chosen, save Enoch, were tried and trained woodsmen, with powers of endurance second only to his own. And as for the lad whom he loved, he knew his high spirit and pride. Enoch Harding would not fall behind until the last ounce of his strength had been expended.

Finally the party reached a little stream and here the leader gave the signal to halt. Enoch flung himself down on the short sward and fell asleep almost instantly. 'Siah looked down upon him in some pride.

"That's the stuff we make men of in this country," he said aloud. "I knew his father as well as I know myself. The lad will be another Jonas Harding."

"He'll hold us back if we've to keep up this pace, 'Siah," said one of the others, doubtfully.

"Nay, you're mistaken there, neighbor. You and I will travel until we feel that it ain't best for us to go any furder. Enoch'll keep up till he drops. He won't hold us back."

And it was true. Others of the party cried "enough!" before the afternoon was over; but the youth, his lips pale and compressed and the perspiration fairly pouring from his limbs, would have died before he acknowledged that the pace was too great for him. At night 'Siah called another halt and they ate heartily of such provisions as they carried and then lay down to rest. But 'Siah arranged for a guard. They were nearing the lake now and some ill-affected settler (there were several families of Tories near Champlain) might see them and wonder what such a large party of armed men was doing here. If the news of the approach of the main army did not travel ahead, it would be more because of good fortune than good management.

The party broke up into groups of two and three in the morning and went different ways to the sh.o.r.e. It was agreed that, where the settlers who owned boats were known to be staunch Whigs, it would be safe to tell them for what purpose their crafts were needed. But several boats were owned by Tories and royalist sympathizers and these people must be deceived for, although the scouts were doubtless well armed and determined enough to take the boats without saying "by your leave," such a proceeding might be disastrous to the expedition.

'Siah Bolderwood chose Enoch as his companion and went himself toward the home of a farmer who stoutly upheld the King and his ministers and who had, in fact, held the t.i.tle of his land from New York through all the years of trouble between his neighbors and the Albany courts. His homestead, however, was in such an out-of-the-way place and so secluded that the Green Mountain Boys had left him unmolested. Now Bolderwood was determined to have the roomy canoe and a large bateau which he was known to possess.

"But if the pesky critter gits an inkling of what we're up to, he'll start for Old Ti--that he will!" the ranger said to Enoch. "We gotter get around him somehow. An' you leave it ter me. Ye better keep aout o'

sight, I reckon, anyway; numbers might make the ol' codger suspicious."

So Enoch hid in the wood surrounding the clearing on the lake sh.o.r.e while his tall friend went toward the Tory's door. The old man, who depended upon his nephew and a slave or two to do his work, was sitting looking out across the lake. He was too far away to distinguish the battlements of Ticonderoga, but he happened to be looking in that direction when Bolderwood presented himself. "Neighbor!" said the latter, in a most friendly tone, "ye look hearty. What's the news?"

"Humph!" grunted the old man, staring at the Yankee shrewdly, "you're the feller that's been clearin' land above us yander, ain't ye?"

"That I can't deny, sir," responded the ranger. "An' jest for the sake o' bein' neighborly, I'm down here ter arsk a favor."

"What is it?" grunted the old man, doubtfully.

"Why, my partner an' me have got a job to do, an' we're wantin' ter borry one or both o' your boats," and he pointed down to the water where, at the end of a little dock, the big flatboat and a long canoe were both moored. The old man could not see the boats without rising, but this he did as though to make sure that they were in their places.

"What ye want 'em for?" he asked. "An' howsumever, I can't lend ye more than one o' them. We might want the other ourselves."

"What for?" asked Bolderwood, with the usual freedom of the community, and likewise proving himself a true Yankee by responding to one question with another.

"Might wanter go acrosst," said the farmer. "They say there's goin' ter be a lot o' reinforcements come up to Old Ti an' my nevvy and I want to see 'em when they come."

"That's what we're wantin' the boats for--to go acrosst to the fort,"

said 'Siah, with apparent frankness. "We've got some things to take over an' it's too fur to swim."

"I sh'd say it was!" exclaimed the Tory. "Then I take it the report that reinforcements air comin' is true? Captain De la Place is buyin' cattle to feed the garrison?"

"I reckon he'll need a good many to feed all that's comin'," returned Bolderwood, non-committingly.

"Wall, I can't lend ye both, sir," declared the old man. "The canoe wouldn't do ye much good, though 'tis a master big one. Seems ter me there's a good deal o' boatin' on the lake to-day. I seen two barges go along north a'ready. Folks goin' fis.h.i.+n' I s'pose."

"Like enough--like enough," declared 'Siah hastily. "I'll git right down and take the bateau."

"Ain't ye got no one ter help ye?"

"I'll find my partner somewhere up the lake. He was lookin' for boats, too," returned the ranger.