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  [Illustration: "YOU SEEM TO BE AFRAID A FELLOW WILL GET AWAY," SETH
   SAID BITTERLY.]


THE BOY SPIES OF PHILADELPHIA

The Story of how the Young Spies helped the Continental Army
at Valley Forge

by

JAMES OTIS







A. L. Burt Company Publishers New York

Copyright 1897 by A. L. Burt
Under the Title of With Washington at Monmouth

The Boy Spies of Philadelphia




CONTENTS.


                                              PAGE
  CHAPTER I.
  A "Market-Stopper."                            1

  CHAPTER II.
  Under Arrest                                  17

  CHAPTER III.
  In Sore Distress                              33

  CHAPTER IV.
  A Bold Scheme                                 49

  CHAPTER V.
  The Patrol                                    65

  CHAPTER VI.
  Released                                      81

  CHAPTER VII.
  On the Alert                                  98

  CHAPTER VIII.
  Barren Hill                                  113

  CHAPTER IX.
  Robert Greene                                129

  CHAPTER X.
  Conciliatory Bills                           144

  CHAPTER XI.
  A Recognition                                160

  CHAPTER XII.
  Important Information                        176

  CHAPTER XIII.
  The Evacuation                               192

  CHAPTER XIV.
  Lord Gordon                                  208

  CHAPTER XV.
  On Special Duty                              223

  CHAPTER XVI.
  Tory Hospitality                             240

  CHAPTER XVII.
  In Self-Defense                              256

  CHAPTER XVIII.
  Preparing for Action                         272

  CHAPTER XIX.
  A Friendly Warning                           287

  CHAPTER XX.
  The Victors                                  305




The Boy Spies Of Philadelphia




CHAPTER I.

A "MARKET-STOPPER."


On the morning of April 2, 1778, three boys, the eldest of whom was
not more than sixteen years of age and the youngest hardly a year
his junior, were standing on that side of the town-house nearest the
pillory, in the city of Philadelphia.

They were not engaged in sportive conversation, nor occupied with
schemes for pleasure, as is usually the case with boys of such age;
but wore a graver look than seemed suitable to youth under ordinary
circumstances.

These boys were witnessing and taking part in events decidedly
startling--events well calculated to impress themselves upon the minds
even of children.

It is hardly necessary, because such fact is familiar to all Americans,
to say that on the 26th of September, 1777, General Howe took
possession of the city of Philadelphia, and it was yet occupied by the
British forces on this 2d day of April, 1778.

The past winter had been one of gayety for the wealthy Tory inhabitants
of the city, since the English officers were pleased to spend their
time in every form of revelry, and ever ready to accept the more than
generous hospitality which was extended by such of the citizens as were
desirous of remaining under British rule.

The officers of the army indulged to the utmost their love for luxury
and ease while serving in the command of the indolent Howe, and
the privates had so far followed the example set by their superiors
that the king's troops had become more demoralized by this winter
of idleness than could have been possible under almost any other
circumstances.

So great was this demoralization that Benjamin Franklin was able to say
with truth, when taunted with the fact that the enemy had captured the
city:

"General Howe has not taken Philadelphia; Philadelphia has taken
General Howe."

It was at about the time of which this story treats that the British
government decided to give command of the forces under General Howe to
Sir Henry Clinton, and those of the population loyal to the cause of
freedom were considerably exercised in mind as to how this change of
officers might effect them.

The three boys, who have as yet hardly been introduced, were by no
means prominent in the cause of freedom; in fact they had but just
arrived at an age when they began to realize their responsibilities,
and as yet had been powerless to perform any great deed in behalf of
the cause.

The eldest was Jacob Ludwick, son of that Christopher Ludwick, baker
of Germantown, who, having amassed considerable property before the
beginning of the struggle for freedom, gave one entire half of it for
the cause, and swore at the same time never to shave until the United
States were free and independent.

As is known, Washington made him baker-general of the army; but as yet
young Jacob had never been able to gain his father's consent to his
enlisting.

The second of the trio in point of age was Seth Graydon, son of that
Widow Graydon who kept a boarding-house in Drinker's Alley, which
had been largely patronized during the winter by officers of the
Forty-second Highland and the Royal Irish regiments.

The third was Enoch Ball, also the son of a widow, and his mother it
was who had for several years taught French and dancing in her home on
Letitia Street.

These three boys had grown old beyond their years during the past
winter.

They had witnessed, and more particularly in the case of Seth Graydon,
the revelry of the officers who had come to whip into submission the
struggling patriots, and well knew to what desperate straits, even for
the common necessities of life, were driven the families of those men
who had enlisted in the American army.

They saw the invading foe and their sympathizers enjoying every luxury
of the table, while hundreds of the poorer classes were literally
starving.

Those loyal to the American cause had suffered severely from lack of
food and fuel, and were now questioning as to whether, under this newly
appointed commander, they would not be called upon to bear yet greater
troubles.

Neither of these three lads had ever been hungrier than boys of their
age usually are at all times; yet they realized what suffering might
come, if, as had been rumored, Sir Henry Clinton was an officer who
believed harsh measures necessary when dealing with "rebels."

"There's no doubt about the order having been given," Seth said in
reply to a question from one of his companions. "The officers were
discussing it last evening, and seemed to think, as they always do,
that I can work them no harm through learning their secrets. The time
shall come, however, if they stay here much longer, when I will prove
that even a boy can be of service to his country."

"But what is the order?" Enoch Ball asked impatiently.

"The entire army is to be in readiness, with three days' rations, to
start at a moment's warning on some maneuver which will be executed
between now and the fifth of this month."

"Do you suppose General Howe intends to march to Valley Forge?" Jacob
asked, with no slight show of anxiety as he thought that his father
might be in danger.

"That cannot be. Since the British took possession of Philadelphia
there have been many better opportunities for them to fall upon General
Washington and his command than now, and it is not likely the enemy
would have remained idle all winter waiting to strike a blow after our
friends were prepared for it."

"But _are_ they prepared for it?" Jacob asked.

"So I heard Lord Gordon say last night. He declared that, thanks to the
instructions of the Baron de Steuben, the American troops were never in
better condition, so far as discipline is concerned, than they are at
present, and now that the sufferings caused by the severe winter have
come to an end, they are in good spirits."

"But if the command is to be taken from General Howe, why is he getting
ready for any movement?"

"If I could answer that question, Enoch, I might be able to give even
General Washington information for which he would thank me."

"Do you know why General Howe is to be removed from his command?"

"I have heard the British officers say he was severely censured by
Parliament for his blunder in causing the disaster to Burgoyne's
army by going to the Chesapeake as he did. It seems that he has asked
permission to go home, and that is why Sir Henry Clinton has been given
the command."

"This maneuver to be executed before the fifth may be one which has
been ordered in advance by Clinton," Jacob suggested.

"If such had been the case, the officers who were discussing the matter
would have said so."

"Whether it be the one or the other, I do not understand how we can be
benefited by having the information. Why did you say that at last we
had work to do?"

"For this reason, Enoch Ball: We are now old enough to be of some
service to the cause. Jacob's father refuses to allow him to enlist.
Mother insists I must remain at home while the British are in
possession of the city, and that is also the reason why you are not
already a soldier. Now even though we are not in the army, it may be
possible for us to aid our friends, and surely nothing at this time can
be more important than making them acquainted with the fact that the
Britishers are getting ready for some important movement."

"But how can we let them know?" Enoch asked with considerable show
of trepidation, for it was not yet two weeks since he had seen a man
flogged with an hundred lashes because of its being suspected that his
intention was to enter the American lines.

"It is not impossible for one of us to find an officer within a few
miles of the town who would forward the information. I believe I know
where General Reed and General Cadwalader are, or, at least, how to
reach them."

"Would you attempt to leave the city on such an errand?"

"I would, and will."

"And you expect us to go with you?" Enoch continued, showing yet
greater signs of fear.

"Not unless you choose."

"Two can do the work as well as three," Jacob interrupted. "If you and
I go, Seth, there is no reason why Enoch need be afraid, for we shan't
need him."

"But do you think I would let you make an attempt to aid the cause, and
not be with you?"

"You are frightened now at the very thought of it," Jacob replied
scornfully.

"Yes; and if I am, what then? I may be afraid, for it was terrible to
see that poor man's back cut with the lash; but yet I should go if you
went."

"Now you are showing yourself to be brave, Enoch," Seth said
approvingly, but before he could finish the sentence a shouting,
yelling mob turned from High Street[A] into Second, and the boys darted
forward to learn the cause of the commotion.

"They have captured another market-stopper," Jacob said a moment later
as they neared the noisy throng.

The term he used was one given by the British to those Americans
stationed near the city to prevent such farmers as had no scruples
against selling provisions to the enemy from disposing of their wares
save to those who favored the cause.

During the winter just passed General Howe had attempted to do little
more than keep the roads open in order that the country people might
come in with their marketing, and severe was the punishment he caused
to be meted out to those who would thus attempt to shut off the
supplies.

"It is the farmers themselves who should be whipped!" Jacob cried
indignantly. "They care not how much aid is given to the enemy so that
money comes into their pockets, and the freedom of their country is as
nothing compared with the price at which eggs, butter or potatoes can
be sold."

"It is better to keep a quiet tongue, Jacob Ludwick," Seth whispered.
"There are too many redcoats for us in the crowd, and if one of
them should hear your words, that soldier would not be the only one
pilloried this day."

"I do not care to fall into their clutches, and therefore I remain
silent while good patriots like this light-horseman are being abused;
but if it ever happens that the odds are more nearly even I shall say
for once to a redcoat what is in my mind."

"And get a flogging for your pains, without having done any one good?"

"As to whether I am whipped depends upon how well the Britisher can
fight, while I'm certain great good will be done me by the opportunity
to use my tongue as I please."

"Don't talk so loud," Enoch whispered impatiently. "We shall all find
ourselves in the jail or on the pillory unless you are careful."

It was quite time Jacob put a bridle on his tongue; the throng
of idlers and soldiers who were amusing themselves by pelting the
light-horseman with stale eggs, decaying vegetables, or other filth,
had now approached so near the boys that words even less loudly spoken
could have been overheard.

The prisoner made no effort to protect himself from the unsavory
shower; he probably realized that any attempt to do so would only
result in his being used more roughly, and did his best to appear
unconcerned.

"Do not stay here while he is being whipped," Seth whispered. "What we
saw this day a week ago was more than enough for me, and I hope I'll
never witness another flogging."

"Wait awhile," and Jacob went nearer the prisoner. "I do not think this
one is to be served in that way. See! they are going to put him on the
pillory, and by stopping here until the beasts are weary of abusing a
helpless man we may be able to render him some assistance."

Seth no longer insisted on leaving the place; the thought had come
into his mind that this soldier could tell him where the information
he believed the Americans should have would be the most valuable, and
it was not improbable they might have an opportunity to talk with him
privately.

During half an hour after the prisoner had been placed in the
pillory the mob jeered, hooted and pelted him with missiles of every
description, and then, one by one, tiring of the inhuman sport,
they left the yard for fresh amusement, until the three boys and the
horseman were alone, save for the curious ones who, passing by on the
street, stopped a moment to look at the soldier.

"It will not always be allowed that the men who are fighting for our
liberties can be treated like this in Philadelphia," Seth said in
a cautious tone as he stepped so near the pillory that those at the
entrance of the yard could not overhear the words.

"Are you a friend?" the prisoner asked with some show of surprise. "I
had begun to think there were none left in this town since Howe has
made so brave a show, while we at Valley Forge have been starving."

"There are as many friends to the cause in the city as before the
Britishers came; but it can do no good for that fact to be known while
we are powerless to act."

"You are old enough to serve in the ranks, and should be there, if you
would aid the cause."

"So we shall be in good time, friend; but it is not all who are the
most willing that can do as they choose. This boy," and Seth pulled
Jacob forward, "is the son of Ludwick the baker, of whom you must have
heard."

"Heard, lad? Why I know Chris Ludwick as well as I know myself! Do you
tell me that he won't allow his son to enlist?"

"He has promised to give his consent this spring, and when Jacob signs
the rolls Enoch and I will go with him."

"Then you will have done only that which is your duty. If General
Washington could have as many men as he needs, this war would soon be
ended, with the United States free and independent."

"We shall do our share," Seth replied, speaking more hurriedly lest
those who had captured the prisoner should put an end to the interview
before he had accomplished his purpose. "If you believe us to be
friends, tell me where we can find an officer of the American army?"

"I have heard you say you were friends; but even if I was able to
answer your question I should hesitate about giving any information
until I had better surety of your purpose than words which might be
spoken by any one."

"Then you shall know why I asked, and after that say if we may be
trusted. My mother keeps a boarding-house, and among her guests are
several British officers; last night I heard them talking about an
order which has just been issued, to the effect that a large portion of
the army is to be ready to move at a moment's warning. From what they
said, it seems certain some important move is to be made before the
fifth of the month."

"Why are you so certain as to the date?" the man asked after a brief
pause, during which he appeared to be settling some question in his own
mind.

"It was so said by the officers."

"And you have no idea of what may be on foot?"

"I know nothing, except as I have told you. Those who were talking
appeared to be ignorant of what it meant."

The prisoner remained silent several moments, and then said in a
whisper:

"I shall trust you, lads, for it seems necessary the information should
be known at headquarters. If you are deceiving me, you must always
remember it as a scurvy trick, and one not worthy even a Tory."

"But we are not deceiving you, nor are we Tories. You know what would
be the penalty if we were discovered trying to send information to
the Continental army, and yet we are willing to take all the risks, if
thereby we can aid our friends."

"That you can, lad, if it so be what you have heard is true. Will you
be able to leave town at once?"

"Within an hour."

"Very well, you cannot go too soon. If you travel six miles on the
Delaware Road I'll answer for it that you meet some of our friends who
will conduct you to those whom you wish to see. Don't tell your story
to any officer lower in rank than a colonel, and do not be surprised if
those whom you meet give rough usage at first. Hold both your tongue
and your temper until the purpose has been accomplished, and then I
warrant you will be well thanked for the service."

"We will go at once," Jacob said decidedly. "Is there anything we can
do for you, friend?"

"What I most want is to get my neck and wrists out of this contrivance,
and that is exactly what you can't help me in the doing. I suppose I
should be thankful for being let off so lightly."

"Indeed you should!" Enoch replied quickly. "The Britishers have been
flogging the market-stoppers, and that punishment is truly terrible."

"I have seen those who had a taste of it," the prisoner said grimly,
"and have no desire to take a dose. But do not stand here talking with
me when you have valuable information to give our friends. When you
meet with soldiers of our army, say that Ezra Grimshaw sent you to
speak with Colonel Powers."

"Is your name Grimshaw?" Enoch asked.

"Yes, lad. If you can get speech with Colonel Powers you need have no
fear of rough treatment. Now set out, for time may be precious. Which
of you is to do the work?"

"All," Enoch replied quickly, as if fearing that, because of the
timidity he had displayed, his friends might deprive him of the
opportunity to do his share.

"There is no need of but one," Grimshaw said decidedly, "and many
reasons why three should not make the venture, chiefest of which is,
that so many might attract the attention of the enemy's patrol, while
a single boy on the road would pass unchallenged."

"It is not right one should have all the honor, while the others are
deprived of their share," Enoch replied decidedly.

"Lad, is it honor for yourself or the good of the country you have most
at heart?" Grimshaw asked sternly.

"I want to be known as one who did not remain idle when he was needed."

"If you really desire to do good to the cause, decide among yourselves
as to who shall go, and then let the other two aid him all they can.
Do not spend the time in squabbling, but set about the business without
delay."

There was no opportunity for him to say more; at that moment a party of
British officers entered the yard, evidently bent on amusing themselves
by making sport of the prisoner, and the boys were forced to step
aside.

Seth beckoned for his comrades to follow him, and not until he was on
High Street did he speak. Then it was to say:

"Grimshaw was right; we must not quarrel as to who shall go, but settle
the matter at once. Of course each one wants----"

"I should have the chance," Jacob said decidedly. "Either of you may
have some trouble to get away; but it is not so with me. My aunt will
not worry if I am absent a week; she knows I----"

"Either Enoch or I would have permission to leave home if we explained
the reason for going, and, therefore, are as much entitled to the
position of messenger as you," Seth interrupted.

"Then how shall it be decided?"

"We will draw lots. Here is a straw; will you hold it, Jacob?"

"Not I, for I want the chance to make my choice."

"Then I will do it," and Seth turned his back to his companions an
instant, saying, as he faced them once more, "I have broken the straw
into one long and two short pieces. He who draws the longest shall
start at once."

Jacob insisted on making his choice first, arguing that such advantage
should be his because he was the eldest, and, after considerable study,
drew one of the fragments from Seth's hand.

It was so short that he knew the position of messenger was not for him,
and stepped back with an expression of bitter disappointment on his
face.

Enoch was no more successful, and Seth said triumphantly, as he held up
the piece remaining in in his hand:

"It is for me! If you two will tell mother where I've gone I'll start
at once."

"That part of the work shall be done properly," Jacob replied, all
traces of ill-humor vanishing from his face. "If she allows it, I'll
take your place till you get back."

"Mother will be glad to have you there. Try to hear all the officers
talk about; but do not let it appear that you are listening."

"Don't fear for me. Shall we walk a mile or so with you?"

"It would do no good, and might not be safe. Tell mother I shall be
back to-night, or early to-morrow morning, for I don't intend to let
the grass grow under my feet."

"Keep out of the Britishers' way, or we may have to go down to the
town-house in order to see you again," Enoch said with a furtive
hand-clasp as the three separated, two to go to Drinker's Alley, and
the third to render to the cause what service was in his power.

Footnote:

[A] Now Market Street.




CHAPTER II.

UNDER ARREST.


There was no doubt in Seth's mind but that it would be comparatively
easy to perform the mission which he had taken upon himself.

He believed the only difficulty to overcome would be that of finding
Colonel Powers, or an officer equal or superior to him in rank.

So far as making an excursion on the Delaware Road was concerned, it
seemed an exceedingly simple matter, and Seth thought, as he set off at
his best pace, that it was possible a fellow could aid the cause very
materially without being called upon to endure much suffering, or to
perform any severe work.

He met several of the country people coming into the city with poultry,
eggs or butter, they being quick to take advantage of the fact that
the road had been lately cleared of market-stoppers by the raid which
resulted in making of Ezra Grimshaw a prisoner.

During the first half-hour of his journey he fancied that every person
he met looked at him scrutinizingly, as if suspicious because he had
left the city; but this sensation soon wore away as the time passed
and no one molested him, after which he really began to enjoy this
impromptu excursion.

When an hour had passed, during which time Seth walked at his best
pace, he decided he was at least four miles from the town, and the
likelihood of being stopped by the British patrol no longer seemed
probable.

Grimshaw had told him if he traveled six miles in this direction he
would meet with detachments of Americans, and he believed he was now
in that portion of the country where his mission should be successfully
ended.

There had not come into his mind the possibility that he could by any
chance be considered a suspicious character by those whom he would aid,
and he thought that it had been an excess of precaution to send word
regarding the journey to his mother.

"I shall be back by the time Jacob and Enoch have had a chance to tell
the story," he muttered, "and it would have been as well if I hadn't
allowed mother an opportunity to worry about me. General Howe must have
little fear of those whom he calls rebels if he allows people to leave
the city as readily as I have done."

Twenty minutes later he was made glad by the sight of half a dozen
horsemen on the road in advance of him, for he felt positive they were
none other than those whom he wished to meet.

Now it was no longer necessary he should press forward rapidly in order
to accomplish his purpose, for the mounted party came toward him at
full speed.

"Where are you from, lad?" the leader asked as he drew rein directly in
front of Seth.

"From the town," the young patriot replied readily, positive of
receiving a friendly greeting as soon as his errand was made known.
"I want to see Colonel Powers. Ezra Grimshaw told me I would find him
hereabouts."

"Where did you see Grimshaw?" the horseman asked more sternly than Seth
thought necessary.

"On the pillory. He was captured by the Britishers somewhere out----"

"Yes, we know all about that," the man interrupted, "but Grimshaw would
never have told anybody where we might be found."

"But he did," Seth replied stoutly, "and it was under his advice that
I came out here to see Colonel Powers."

It seemed strange that this statement should be questioned, yet the
young messenger was quite certain from the expression on the faces of
the horsemen that such was the case, and as they glanced at each other
suspiciously and incredulously, he hastened to add:

"I have information which should be made known to the leaders of the
Continental army, and Grimshaw told me to come here and repeat it to
Colonel Powers."

"You have information?" the leader asked sharply. "And who may you be,
sir?"

"Seth Graydon."

"Are you the son of that widow Graydon who keeps the boarding-house for
English officers?"

"Yes," Seth replied without hesitation. "I heard----"

"How did you get speech with Grimshaw if he was on the pillory?" one of
the men asked abruptly.

"I, with two friends, was near the town-house when those who made the
capture brought him in, and by waiting until the curious ones had gone
away it was not difficult to speak with him privately."

"Was he flogged?" the leader asked.

"No, sir."

"Nor treated more severely than being put on the pillory?"

"No, sir."

"And yet he told where we could be found?"

"Yes, because he was eager one of us should have speech with Colonel
Powers."

"If the British officers who board with your mother have sent you on
this errand they will be disappointed at the result of their scheme.
The Tories of Philadelphia are not giving out valuable information to
those who are faithful to the cause."

The leader spoke so sternly that for the first time since he parted
with his comrades Seth began to feel uncomfortable in mind.

"But I am not a Tory!" he cried stoutly.

"Then you have not taken due advantage of your surroundings," the
officer said with a laugh. "A great hulking lad like you would be
in the Continental army if he had any love for the cause, instead of
playing the spy for the sake of British gold."

"But I am not playing the spy," and now Seth began to grow angry. "I
came out here to render you a service, at the risk of being flogged if
it is known that I left the city for such a purpose. I intend to enlist
as soon as the Britishers have left Philadelphia."

"Indeed? Is that true, my lad? You will enlist when we are on the
winning side, and not before, eh?"

"Can I see Colonel Powers?" Seth asked hotly. "Or will you take me to
some one equal in rank with him?"

"You shall have an opportunity of seeing an officer in the Continental
army, don't fear as to that; but if you count on going back to
Philadelphia in time to give valuable information to the Britishers,
you are mistaken. They will look for their spy quite a spell before
seeing him."

"I tell you I am not a spy!" Seth interrupted.

"That you shall have an opportunity to prove. Have you any weapons?"

"Indeed I haven't."

"Look him over, Hubbard, and make certain he isn't telling more lies,"
the leader said to one of his followers, and the man dismounted at
once, searching Seth's person so roughly that the boy forgot Grimshaw's
warning to control his temper.

"You shall be made sorry for this!" he cried hotly. "You shall
learn----"

A blow on the side of the head caused him to reel, and he would have
fallen but that he staggered against one of the horses.

"Howe's Tory brood grow bold, thinking their master as powerful as
he would make it seem," the leader said with a laugh, and added in a
threatening tone to Seth, "March ahead of us, young man! Don't make
the mistake of thinking you can give us the slip! Your desire to see an
officer in the Continental army shall speedily be gratified."

"If this is the way you treat those who would do you a service, it is
little wonder you fail to receive much valuable information!" the boy
cried angrily.

"Keep your tongue between your teeth, and march on! Any further
insolence, and you shall be made to understand that Howe is not the
only person who can order floggings administered. Forward, men, and
shoot the Tory spawn if he makes any attempt to escape."

Seth recognized the fact that it would be worse than useless to resist,
and obeyed sullenly.

At that moment he was very nearly a Tory at heart, for such treatment
seemed brutal in the extreme after he had ventured so much in the hope
of being of service to his country.

"If this is the way those who would aid the cause are received I don't
wonder General Washington finds it difficult to raise recruits," Seth
said to himself. "When I have told Jacob and Enoch of my reception by
those whom we called friends there will be three who won't enlist as
was intended."

It seemed to the boy as if there was no excuse for his thus being
made a prisoner, and he felt only bitterness toward those who, an hour
previous, he would have been proud to assist.

The troopers kept him moving at his best pace, urging him in front
of the horses with their naked swords, hesitating not to prick him
roughly now and then when he lagged, until two miles or more had been
traversed, when they arrived at what was little more than a trail
through the woods, leading from the main road, and here he was ordered
to wheel to the right.

Just for an instant he was tempted to make one effort at escaping; but,
fortunately, he realized the futility of such a move, and went swiftly
up the path as he had been commanded.

Twenty minutes later, when he was nearly breathless owing to the rapid
march, the party had arrived at what was evidently a rendezvous for the
American patrols.

It was an open space in the midst of dense woods, and here a dozen or
more horses were tethered to the trees, while as many men were lounging
about in a most indolent fashion.

"What have you got there, Jordan?" one of the idlers cried, and the
leader replied with a coarse laugh:

"A young Tory who is trying to win his spurs in a most bungling
fashion."

"From the town?"

"He is the son of the woman who runs a boarding-house for British
officers, and claims to have been sent by Grimshaw."

"Where is Grimshaw?"

"On the pillory, so the boy says. He was captured this morning by some
of the Queen's Rangers."

"He is like to have a sore back when he shows up here again."

"We will send them one in return," Captain Jordan replied, pointing to
Seth. "It won't be a bad idea to show Howe that we can swing the whip
as well as his redcoats, and if ever a cub deserved a flogging it is
this one."

"We've got nothing else to do, so let's try our hand on him," some one
cried, and Seth looked around terrified.

If these men decided to treat him as a Tory he would be powerless
against them, and there seemed little chance he could convince the
troopers of the truth of his statement.

Two of the soldiers began cutting birchen switches, as if believing the
suggestion would be carried into effect immediately, and Seth's face
grew very white.

"We'll dress him down to your liking captain, if you give the word,"
one of the men who had begun the preparations for the punishment cried,
as if eager to be at the work. "It's time we commenced to show the
Britishers that the floggings are not to be all on one side."

Captain Jordan, although the first to make such a suggestion, was
not prepared to give the order, knowing full well that he would be
exceeding his authority should he do so, and replied with a laugh:

"We shan't lose anything by waiting, so there's no need of being in a
hurry. Look out for the prisoner, Hubbard, and see to it that he don't
escape you."

The trooper thus commanded seized Seth roughly by the shoulder, and
half-dragging, half-leading him to a tree on one side of the clearing,
proceeded to fetter the boy by tying him securely.

"You seem to be afraid a fellow will get away," Seth said bitterly.
"Fifteen or twenty men should be enough to guard one boy."

"Very likely they are, lad; but we don't intend to give ourselves any
more trouble than is necessary. You will stay here, I reckon, and we
shan't be put to the bother of watching you."

There was something in the man's tone which caused Seth to believe he
might be made a friend.

By this time he realized it was worse than useless for him to display
temper, and that it might yet be possible to escape the threatened
punishment. Therefore he said in a conciliatory tone:

"Does it seem so strange to you, my wish to be of benefit to the cause,
that you cannot believe my story sufficiently to allow me an interview
with Colonel Powers?"

"I don't see where the harm would be in that, lad; but it isn't for me
to say. Captain Jordan is in command of this squad."

"But hark you, Mr. Hubbard. I have told only the truth. If my mother, a
poor widow woman, is forced to take English officers as boarders, does
that make of me a Tory?"

"Well, lad, I can't rightly say it does, though after the junketin's
you people have had in Philadelphia this winter, I allow all hands are
more or less afflicted with that disease."

"But I am not. The story I told about meeting Grimshaw is true. One of
my companions is the son of Chris Ludwick, whom likely you know; we
drew lots to see who should come here, and I was pleased because the
choice fell on me. Do you think it right that I should be flogged and
sent back before your officers have had time to find out whether I am
telling the truth or a lie?"

"No, lad, I don't, for I allow you have had plenty of chances to hear
that which would be valuable to our side; but whether you would tell it
or not is another matter."

"Why shouldn't I want to tell it? Are the soldiers of the Continental
army the only men in the country who love the cause?"

"Those who love the cause should be in the army when men are needed as
now."

"Before General Howe took possession of Philadelphia I was too young to
be received as a soldier--am too young now; but shall make the attempt
to enter as soon as possible."

"Would you be willing to enlist to-day?"

"Not until I have talked with my mother. She depends upon me for
assistance, and it isn't right I should leave home without her
permission. But that has nothing to do with the story I came to tell. I
swear to you I have heard that which should be known to your officers.
I told it to Grimshaw, and he insisted I should not repeat it to any
one of lower rank than a colonel."

"Then it must be mighty important information."

"So it is; yet without giving me an opportunity to tell it I am to be
kept here and flogged."

"That is Captain Jordan's affair," Hubbard replied; but Seth understood
that his words had had some effect upon the man, and he continued yet
more earnestly:

"There can be no harm in taking me to Colonel Powers, for after
that has been done you will still have the opportunity to give me a
flogging. When I have repeated that which I came to say I shall yet be
a prisoner."

Hubbard made no reply to this, but walked quickly away to where
Jordan was talking with a group of the men, and Seth began to hope
he could yet accomplish his purpose, although he was far from feeling
comfortable in mind as to what might be the final result of his attempt
to aid the cause.

During the next half-hour no one came sufficiently near the prisoner to
admit of his entering into another conversation.

The men were discussing some matter very earnestly, and Seth believed
he himself was the subject.

Then the scene was changed.

Ten or twelve horsemen rode into the open, and by their uniforms Seth
understood that officers of a higher rank than Captain Jordan had
arrived.

The newcomers did not dismount, but received the captain's report while
in the saddle, and then, to the prisoner's great delight, rode directly
toward him.

"What is your name?" the eldest member of the party asked.

"Seth Graydon."

"Is it true that your mother has as boarders many officers of the
British army?"

"Yes, sir. There are seven from the Forty-second Highlanders, five of
the Royal Irish regiment, and Lord Cosmo Gordon."

"And you overheard a conversation at your mother's house which you
believed would be of value to us?"

"Yes, sir," and Seth told in detail of his conversation with Ezra
Grimshaw, concluding by asking, "Are you Colonel Powers?"

"I am, my lad, and see no reason for doubting your good intentions. You
have been roughly treated, it is true; but it has not been serious, and
you must realize that the soldiers are suspicious because of the many
attempts at treachery this spring. You say you told Grimshaw what you
had heard? Did he insist you should repeat it to me in private?"

"No, sir. I was simply to tell no one of lower rank."

"Then what have you to say?"

Seth detailed the conversation he had heard in his mother's house, and
Colonel Powers questioned him closely regarding the comments which had
been made by the British officers at the time the subject was under
discussion.

When he had answered these questions to the best of his ability, the
colonel beckoned for Captain Jordan, and said harshly:

"I wonder, captain, that you and your troops should be so afraid of
one boy as to bind him in such a manner. He has brought most valuable
information, and should be richly rewarded for his services, instead of
being trussed up in this fashion."

The captain looked confused as he released Seth, and while doing so
whispered in the boy's ear:

"I am sorry, lad, for what has happened, and that is all any man can
say."

However much ill-will Seth may have felt toward his captor just at that
moment, he had no desire to show it.

The words of commendation spoken by Colonel Powers were sufficient
reward for all he had undergone during his time of arrest, and he felt
almost friendly-disposed, even toward those of the troopers who had so
eagerly begun to prepare the switches for his back.

"You shall have an escort as far toward the town as is consistent with
your safety and ours," the colonel said when Seth was freed from the
ropes. "I thank you for your service, and shall, perhaps, at some time
be able to reward you better. When you decide to enlist, come to me."

Then the colonel, beckoning to his staff, rode away with the air of one
who has an important duty to execute, and Captain Jordan held out his
hand to his late prisoner.

"Forgive me, lad, and say you bear me no ill-will."

"That I can readily do, now my message has been delivered," Seth
replied promptly, and the troopers gathered around, each as eager to
show his friendliness as he previously had been to inflict punishment.

A horse was brought up, and the captain, now the most friendly of
soldiers, said to Seth:

"We'll escort you as far as the creek; further than that is hardly
safe. You can easily reach home before dark, for the ride will not be
a long one."

"I can walk as well as not, if you have other work to do," Seth replied.

"We are stationed on the road here to stop the country people from
carrying in produce, and by giving you a lift shall only be continuing
our duties."

Seth mounted; the captain rode by his side; half a dozen men came into
line in the rear, and the little party started at a sharp trot, which,
owing to his lack of skill as a horseman, effectually prevented Seth
from joining in the conversation the captain endeavored to carry on.

In half an hour or less the squad had arrived at the bank of the creek,
and Seth dismounted.

"The next time you come this way I'll try to treat you in a better
fashion, lad," Captain Jordan said, and Seth replied as the party rode
away:

"I don't doubt that; but the next time I come it will be with more
caution, fearing lest I meet with those who will be quicker to give me
the Tory's portion than were you."

Then he set out at a rapid pace, congratulating himself his troubles
were over, and that he would be at home before any of the inmates of
his mother's house should question his prolonged absence.

He believed his mission had been accomplished; that he had rendered no
slight service to the cause, and that there was no longer any danger to
be apprehended.

He whistled as he walked, giving but little heed to what might be
before or behind him, until, within less than five minutes from the
time he had parted with the American horsemen, he was confronted by a
squad of the Queen's Rangers, commanded by a lieutenant.

"Take him up in front of you," the officer said to the trooper nearest
him. "We can't be delayed by forcing him to march on foot."

"What are you to do with me?" Seth cried in surprise, for this command
was the first word which had been spoken by either party.

"That remains to be seen," the officer replied curtly.

"But there is no reason for arresting me," Seth continued. "I am the
son of Mrs. Graydon, who keeps the boarding-house in Drinker's Alley."

"Ah! Indeed?"

"Certainly I am, and any of the officers who live there can vouch for
me."

"Those who vouch for you would be indiscreet," the lieutenant said
sharply. "You are under arrest, and it is possible may persuade the
commander that Mrs. Graydon's son does not hold communication with the
rebels; but any protestations on your part would be useless, so far as
we are concerned, for we saw you escorted by a squad of rebel horsemen.
Mount in front of the trooper and make no parley. General Howe has a
short shrift for spies, and we shall not spend our time here convincing
you that your treason has been discovered."

Seth was almost helpless through fear.

Since the Rangers had seen him riding in company with Continental
troopers there was little question but that he would be considered a
spy, and he knew what would probably be the punishment.




CHAPTER III.

IN SORE DISTRESS.


Seth was literally overwhelmed by the misfortune which had come upon
him.

After Colonel Powers interposed to prevent the threatened whipping by
the American soldiers, he believed his troubles were over, and that
he might be made prisoner by the British was a possibility he never
contemplated.

It was not necessary any one should explain to him how dangerous was
his situation.

The lieutenant and his men had seen him escorted by a body of "rebel"
troops in such a manner as to show they were friends, and then he
had come directly toward the city, all of which would be sufficient
to prove him a spy in these times, when an accusation was almost
equivalent to a verdict of guilty.

And poor Seth was well aware what punishment was dealt out to spies.
He had seen one man hanged for such an offense, and remained in the
house on two other occasions lest he should inadvertently witness some
portion of other horrible spectacles.

He knew the evidence against him was sufficient for conviction, and
understood that, once sentence had been passed, there was little or no
hope for mercy.

It is not strange, nor was it any proof of cowardice, that he was so
overcome by the knowledge of his position as to be thoroughly unnerved;
and when, on arriving at the outskirts of the town, the lieutenant
ordered him to dismount and walk, he was able to do so only after being
assisted by a soldier on either side.

Like one in a dream he understood, as they went toward the prison, that
all the idlers on the streets followed, hooting and yelling, and once
he fancied some person called him by name, but it was as if he could
not raise his head to look around.

The only facts he fully realized were that he stood face to face with
a shameful death, and that by the rules of war he fully deserved it.

He had been so proud when it was decided by lot that he should carry
the information to the Continental army, and believed himself so brave!
Now, however, he understood that he was acting as a coward would act,
and tried again and again to appear more courageous.

"If my death was to be of great benefit to the cause, it would not seem
so hard," he repeated to himself more than once during that disgraceful
journey through the streets, while he was being jeered at, as many
American soldiers had been, when he was among the rabble, although not
of them.

If he was wearing a uniform of buff and blue, he knew that among those
who saw him would be many sympathizers; but in civilian's garb he could
not be distinguished from some vile criminal, and there would be no
glory in what he was called upon to suffer.

The Rangers led him past the town-house, and in the yard, still
standing on the pillory, he saw Ezra Grimshaw.

The soldier must have recognized the boy as he passed, but yet he
gave no token of recognition, and so sore was Seth's distress that he
failed to understand how much more desperate would be his strait if the
"market-stopper" had greeted him as a friend.

When the jail-door closed behind him with a sullen clang it sounded
in the boy's ears like a knell of doom, and he firmly believed that
when he next passed through the portal it would be on his way to the
scaffold.

After being heavily ironed he was thrust into a cell so small that he
could hardly have stood upright even though the fetters were removed,
and there left to the misery of his own thoughts.

During the march through the city he had not raised his head, save
while passing the pillory, therefore was ignorant of the fact that
Jacob and Enoch had followed him as closely as the soldiers would
permit, hoping an opportunity to whisper a cheering word in his ear
might present itself.

Even though Seth had not been so bowed down by grief, it is hardly
probable his friends would have been allowed to communicate with him;
but he might have been cheered by their glances, knowing he was not
alone among enemies.

Yet even this poor consolation was denied him, and when the door of
the jail finally hid him from view, Enoch and Jacob stood silent and
motionless in front of the sinister-looking building, gazing with grief
and dismay at each other.

"How _do_ you suppose they caught him?" Enoch asked after a long time
of silence, during which Jacob had led him out on to High Street lest
their sorrow should be observed by some of the enemy, and they arrested
on the charge of having aided the alleged spy.

"We shall most likely hear the story the Rangers tell, for it will soon
be known around town, although we shan't be able to say whether it's
the truth."

"Do you suppose he found any officer of our army?"

"I think he must have done so. It isn't reasonable to suppose they made
him a prisoner simply because he walked out into the country. Besides,
I heard one of the Rangers tell a friend that Seth was a spy. Perhaps
they captured him just as he was leaving the Continental camp."

"Do you think they will hang him?" and Enoch's voice trembled as he
asked the question.

"Yes, if it is proven he's a spy, and the Britishers who made the
capture will take good care their stories are strong enough to do
that."

"But, Jacob, must we remain quiet while they are killing poor Seth?"
and now the big tears were rolling down Enoch's cheeks.

"We shall be forced to, if the matter goes as far as that. We must do
what we can before he is put on trial."

"But, what _can_ we do? We have no friends among the Britishers, and
even though we had it isn't likely we could prevent General Howe from
doing as he pleases!"

"Then you believe we can do nothing?" Jacob said almost despairingly.

"It doesn't seem possible, although I would suffer anything, except
death itself, to help him. Oh, Jacob!" Enoch cried as a sudden thought
came into his mind. "We must tell his mother where he is, and that will
be terrible!"

Jacob made no reply. He believed it unmanly to cry, and the tears were
so near his eyelids that he dared not speak lest they should flow as
copiously as Enoch's.

The two were walking up High Street, unconscious of the direction
in which they were going, when Jacob gave vent to an exclamation of
mingled surprise and joy as he cried:

"What a stupid I have been not to think of him! He would be a very
pleasant gentleman if he wasn't a Britisher!"

"Whom do you mean?" and Enoch looked around in perplexity.

"There! On the other side of the street, coming this way!"

"I don't see any one except Lord Cosmo Gordon, who lives at Seth's
home."

"And that is the very man who will help us if it is possible for him to
do anything."

"Do you mean that a Britisher would speak a good word for Seth after it
is known he has been carrying information to the Continental army?"

"I'm not so certain about that; but I feel positive if any of the enemy
would do a good turn, that one is Lord Gordon. Have you ever seen a
more pleasant gentleman?"

"He has always been very kind; but then he did not know we were willing
to work against his king."

"Of course he knew it! How many times has he called us young rebels,
and declared that when we were ripe for the army he would take good
care we did not get the chance to enlist?"

"He was only in sport, and would talk differently if he knew what we
have done."

"It can do no harm to try. Seth is likely to be hanged as a spy, and no
worse punishment can be given him. I am going to tell Lord Gordon the
story. Will you come?"

Enoch hesitated just an instant as the thought came to his mind that by
acknowledging their share in what had been done they might be making
great trouble for themselves, and then, his better nature asserting
itself, he replied:

"I will follow you to do anything that might by chance help poor Seth."

Jacob had hardly waited for him to speak. Lord Gordon was already
opposite, walking rapidly past, and unless they overtook him at once he
must soon be so far away that an undignified chase would be necessary.

Master Ludwick crossed the street at a run, Enoch following closely
behind, and a few seconds later, to his great surprise, Lord Gordon was
brought to a standstill as Jacob halted directly in front of him.

"Ah! here are two of my young rebels! Where is the third? I thought you
were an inseparable trio."

"I don't know what you mean by that, sir; but we're in most terrible
trouble, and you have always been so kind, even though you are a--I
mean, you've been so kind that I thought--I mean, I was in hopes you
could--you would be willing to----"

"I can well understand that you are now having trouble to talk
plainly," Lord Gordon said with a smile. "I gather from the beginning
of your incoherent remarks that you have come to me for assistance. The
rebels have at last turned to the British for relief!"

"But this is something terrible!" Jacob exclaimed vehemently, and then,
after trying unsuccessfully to think of the proper words, he cried,
"Seth is going to be hanged!"

"Hanged! You rebels don't go to the gallows so young; in fact evince a
decided aversion to anything of the kind. Now take plenty of time, and
try to tell me what disturbs you so seriously," Lord Gordon said with
a hearty laugh. "I had an engagement at the tavern; but am willing to
break it if I can do anything to make good subjects for his majesty of
you three boys."

"But this is no laughing matter, sir," Jacob cried, despairing of being
able to make the Englishman understand how desperate was the situation.
"Seth Graydon has been arrested as a spy, and is in prison at this
instant!"

"What?" and now the smile faded from Lord Gordon's face. "Do you mean
our Seth--your comrade?"

"Indeed I do, sir!"

"But it is incredible! He hasn't been out of the city, and although I
suppose he has hopes of some day entering the American army, as all you
young rebels have, he is not in a position where he could play the spy,
however much he may be willing to do so."

Jacob looked confused; he was not certain but that he might be injuring
his friend's cause by confessing the truth, and yet at the some time it
was not reasonable to suppose Lord Gordon could render any assistance
unless he understood the entire affair.

"Tell his lordship the whole story," Enoch said in a low tone. "I am
certain he would not use it against any of us."

"Yes, my lad, it will be better to tell me the truth. I do not promise
to aid you; but I will treat as confidential anything you may say."

The officer's tone was so kindly that Jacob hesitated no longer. He
told all he knew regarding the matter, making no attempt to conceal the
fact that Seth had listened to the conversation of the guests in his
mother's house, and when he concluded Lord Gordon stood silent, like
one who is trying to settle some vexed question.

Then he said, as if to himself:

"This will be sad news for his mother, and she is a worthy woman!"

"It will just about kill her!" Enoch cried.

"Did she know he was going to meet the rebels?" and now the officer
spoke sternly.

"Indeed she didn't, sir. Enoch and I told her he had gone out on the
Delaware Road; but made it appear that we were ignorant as to why he
went."

"Why should you not have told the truth?"

"We were afraid she might think it her duty to tell you, because what
he learned had been gained--well, perhaps it wouldn't have been just
right to take such an advantage except in a case like this, where no
fellow could sit still knowing his friends might be running into a
trap."

"Don't you think Mrs. Graydon ever carried any information to the
American camp?"

"I am sure she never did--not since General Howe has been in this
city," Enoch replied promptly.

"Why are you so positive?"

"I've heard her say that if we are willing to take your money, we
should at least be true to you for the time being."

"It is quite evident you boys are not of the same opinion."

"We expect to go into the army very soon, and it is our duty to do all
we can to aid the cause," Jacob said stoutly.

"And you know, while you are trying to aid the cause, what is to be
expected if you are captured?"

Jacob understood that he was not aiding his friend by speaking boldly,
and Lord Gordon had so clearly the best of him in the matter that he
was wholly at loss for a reply.

"We never believed that by going to where Seth would meet the
Continentals anything more could come of it than a flogging, and that
seemed terrible enough," Enoch cried. "Seth had no idea he might be
arrested as a spy!"

"We won't quibble about the fine points of the case, my lad. It is
a fact that he has voluntarily placed himself in a position where
he certainly appears as if he had been acting the spy, and there is,
perhaps, not an officer in his majesty's army, except myself, who would
believe that this is his first wrongdoing."

Jacob was on the point of saying that there could be nothing wrong in
aiding one's country, but, fortunately for Seth, he realized in time
that Lord Gordon considered the Americans rebels, rather than patriots,
and to him anything of the kind would not seem praiseworthy.

"Can't you help him, sir?" Enoch asked imploringly, understanding that
nothing could be gained by discussing the matter.

"I am afraid my influence is not sufficient to effect anything while
the charge is so serious. There is but one punishment for spies, and it
is seldom crimes of that kind are pardoned."

"Then must poor Seth be hanged?"

"I shall do what I can to help him, my lad, of that you may be certain.
Possibly we may be able to have a lighter charge brought against him,
and to that end I will work. His mother must know he is in prison, but
need not be told he is there as a spy. Disagreeable though the task
will be, I take it upon myself to acquaint her with some of the reasons
for his absence, and also promise to do all in my power to save his
life."

"If General Howe will let him off with a flogging, Jacob and I are
willing to come up for our share of the punishment as the price of
setting Seth free."

"That is a generous offer, Enoch, whether it be a fair one or not. Meet
me at the City Tavern to-morrow forenoon at ten o'clock, and I will
then let you know what can be done."

Both the boys would have thanked the kindly Englishman for the interest
he displayed in their comrade, but that he checked their grateful words
by saying hurriedly:

"It is exceedingly bad taste to have a scene on the street, boys,
therefore we will say no more about it to-day. Perhaps when I see you
to-morrow there will be no occasion to thank me, for I really have but
little influence with General Howe. Don't show yourself to Mrs. Graydon
to-night, for she would soon learn the sad news from the expression on
your faces, and, unless it is absolutely necessary, I do not propose
that the worthy lady shall know in what sore distress her son is,
through his own recklessness."

Then Lord Gordon walked rapidly away, allowing the boys no time to make
a reply, and although he had not given them very much encouragement,
both felt decidedly relieved because of the interview.

"If he can't help Seth there isn't a Britisher in this city who can,"
Jacob said with emphasis. "He's the only one I know of who'd even take
the trouble to talk with a couple of boys."

"But what are we to do now? I don't feel as if I could go home while
poor Seth is in prison, and most likely thinking every minute of the
scaffold."

"We can't do him any good by walking around the streets, and I don't
want to go out to Germantown, because I might not be able to get back
in time to meet Lord Gordon. Suppose I sleep at your mother's house
to-night?"

"I'll be glad to have you, and she will make no question. Are we to
tell her?"

"I think we shall be obliged to. It may be we can do something to help
Seth, and she must know why you are absent from the house, in case it
so happens we want to be away."

If Enoch had feared his mother would reproach him for having taken even
a passive part in what might lead to Seth's death, he was mistaken.
She spoke only of her sympathy for Mrs. Graydon, and the hope that Lord
Gordon would aid the unfortunate boy in some way.

"If I was in Seth's place, mother, should you blame me for having tried
to aid the cause?"

"No, my son. You are old enough to know your own mind, and should be at
liberty to do that which you think right."

"Then you would make no question if I wanted to enlist?"

"That is for you to decide, my boy. Your mother's heart would be very
near breaking if you were killed; but her sorrow could be no greater
than is borne uncomplainingly by many mothers in this country where
brave men are struggling for freedom."

Never had Enoch appreciated his mother's love as he did at this moment,
and when he and Jacob bade her good-night both boys kissed her with
unusual tenderness.

Fully an hour before the time appointed Jacob and Enoch were at the
rendezvous waiting for Lord Gordon.

Many times that morning had they heard comments made upon Seth's
arrest, and the opinion of all was to the effect that he would suffer
the fate of a spy, whether he was really guilty or not.

"The appearances are against him," a gentleman friend of Enoch's mother
said when the story had been told him in the hope he might aid the
prisoner in some way. "Those who made the capture say they saw him
escorted to the bank of the creek by a squad of Continental troopers,
and that he appeared to be on the most friendly terms with them. That
is sufficient to prove him a spy, and I question if there is in this
city a single person, with the exception of General Howe himself, who
could serve him."

Both the boys heard this remark, and were no longer hopeful regarding
Lord Gordon's ability to save their comrade, however much he might
desire to do so.

The officer was punctual to the appointment he had made, and at once
invited them into the coffee-room of the tavern, saying as he did so:

"It is not well we should stand on the street where all may see us, for
it may be important that I should not appear to be on friendly terms
with you."

When they were where a conversation could be conducted with some
degree of privacy the boys waited for their companion to speak, but he
remained silent, as if in deep thought, until Enoch asked timidly:

"Will it be possible for your lordship to help poor Seth?"

"I am not certain, my lad, although I hope so. The case is far more
serious than I deemed possible yesterday. I believe the story you told;
but you could not persuade others it is true, and I have no doubt but
that he will be found guilty."

"Does his mother know?" Enoch whispered.

"I thought it best to tell her at least a portion of the story, for
she would have heard it from the gossips before this time. I have not
concealed from her the fact that he is in a most serious position; but
at the same time have allowed the good woman to believe I could effect
his release."

"And now you do not think that will be possible?"

Instead of replying to this question Lord Gordon asked suddenly:

"How far would you two boys go in trying to release your comrade?"

"We are ready to take any chances," Jacob replied firmly.

"Does that mean you would imperil your lives in the effort to save his?"

The boys looked at each other in something very like alarm, for Lord
Gordon's tone was exceedingly grave, and then Enoch replied in a voice
which trembled despite all his efforts to render it steady:

"I am willing and ready to do anything, no matter what, to help Seth."

"So am I," Jacob added emphatically.

While one might have counted twenty Lord Gordon remained silent,
looking like a man who is uncertain as to what he ought to do, and then
he said quietly:

"Then meet me opposite the town-house at half an hour before midnight.
It is only by desperate measures that his life can be saved, and I am
ready to aid you in so far as I can without dishonor. It will not be
well for us to be seen together, neither are you to visit Mrs. Graydon.
Be at the rendezvous promptly, and Seth shall be free by sunrise, or
there will no longer remain any hope of aiding him."

Without giving them an opportunity to question him, Lord Gordon walked
out of the building, leaving them gazing questioningly into each
other's eyes.




CHAPTER IV.

A BOLD SCHEME.


The boys were so thoroughly surprised by Lord Gordon's making an
appointment with them as hardly to be conscious of what they did
immediately after he left the room.

They sat motionless as if in bewilderment, each fancying he had an
inkling of his lordship's intentions, and not daring to believe that
which was in his mind.

Both must have remained in this condition of stupefaction many
moments, for finally one of the attendants came up, tapped Jacob more
energetically than politely on the shoulder, and intimated that if he
did not wish to be served with anything he could spend his time quite
as profitably, so far as the management of the tavern was concerned, in
some other place.

Master Ludwick, understanding that he had the right to be in the
hostelry, because of having been introduced by one of the landlord's
best patrons, and angry at being treated as if he was not a desirable
guest, said sharply:

"We are here because Lord Gordon invited us to enter with him, and we
shall stay until it seems best to go."

The servant muttered something which was probably intended as an
apology, and made no further attempt to drive the boys from the
coffee-room; but Enoch did not feel altogether at ease after this
incident.

"Let us go, Jacob," he whispered. "As the servant said, this is no
place for us, and, besides, we cannot be as private here as I would
like while speaking of Lord Gordon's intentions."

"I should have gone before but for that impudent fellow, and now we
have stayed so long that it cannot be said we ran away because of his
words, I am ready. Where shall we go?"

"Anywhere, so we can be alone."

"To your house?"

"No. If I do not mistake Lord Gordon, there is serious work before us
this night, and I would rather not be where mother could question me."

"Why?"

"Because I should betray that which is in my mind when she first began
to talk, and if I am correct in putting a meaning on his lordship's
words, it is better that no one save ourselves knows what is to be
done, lest by the knowing they could be considered as in some way
guilty of our acts."

By this time the boys were on the sidewalk in the midst of a group of
idle officers and civilians who were commenting upon the news of the
day, and the major of the Forty-second Highlanders, who was well known
to both Jacob and Enoch because of the fact that he boarded at Seth's
home, was speaking sufficiently loud for them to hear his remark as
they passed.

"According to the report of the lieutenant of the Rangers, there can be
no question but that the little rascal has been in communication with
the American forces for a long while, and it is not difficult now to
understand how information of our movements reached the rebel officers.
Among ourselves at the boarding-house we have talked freely, little
thinking a boy, hardly more than fifteen years of age, was playing the
spy; but his career will shortly be ended."

"When will he be court-martialed?" the major's companion asked.

"To-morrow afternoon, and probably hanged on the following morning."

"Then you have no doubt as to the result?"

"There can be no doubt, my dear sir. The evidence is so conclusive
against him that I see no loophole of escape. All I regret is
that he has been allowed to ply his trade as spy so long and so
advantageously."

"Come away, Jacob," Enoch whispered, clutching his comrade nervously by
the coat-sleeve. "It is fortunate for poor Seth that all the Britishers
are not as hard-hearted as the major."

"We should stay long enough to convince him he is telling that which is
not true," Master Ludwick replied stoutly; but at the same time obeying
the pressure of his friend's hand by moving away from the group.

"It would be difficult to persuade him he was speaking that which is
false. You remember Lord Gordon told us he was probably the only person
in the British army who would believe our statement in face of the
proof against poor Seth."

"Lord Gordon is a man, even though he is a Britisher."

"And I hope the time will come when I can do him as great a service as
he is willing to do Seth."

Enoch gave words to this desire simply as a mode of expressing his
admiration for the kindly-hearted officer who would forget a quarrel
of nations to aid a widow and the fatherless. He little dreamed that
before many weeks had passed he would be in a position to do Lord
Gordon quite as great a service as that gentleman was evidently about
to do for Seth.

The two boys continued on up High Street to Sixth, and then through
Walnut to the long shed adjoining the State-house yard, where the
Indians who came into town on business were accustomed to take shelter,
and there they halted for a consultation, or, rather, to settle in
their own minds what his lordship meant when he appointed an interview
at midnight near the pillory.

"He despairs of trying to aid Seth through General Howe," Enoch said as
if thinking aloud.

"And intends that we shall help him break jail," Jacob added.

"In that case the poor fellow will still be in danger of being hanged,
in case the British ever catch him again."

"Very true; but he will be much better off, according to my way of
thinking, with a price set upon his head by General Howe, providing
he is with the American army, than if he remains here until day after
to-morrow, when, as the major says, he will most likely be hanged."

"Of course that is true. I was only thinking that if we succeeded in
effecting his release we should not remove the danger from him, so far
as the British are concerned."

"I am well satisfied if so much can be done. I wish Lord Gordon had
thought it best to give us more of an idea regarding his plans, so we
might make our preparations."

"But what could you do if we knew positively that he intends to help
Seth escape from jail?"

"Nothing, although it seems as if we would be better able to perform
the work if we made some preparations."

"Do you think it will be necessary for us to run away with him?"

"That must be as Lord Gordon says. Your mother knows exactly the
condition of affairs, and will understand that we are working in
Seth's behalf, in case you should not come home to-night. If you and
I accompany him in his flight, I will trust to it that his lordship
finds a way to send word to our people without making any trouble for
himself. And in case we go we shall be no worse off than a great many
others in this country. Remember Judge McKean, who last year was hunted
like a fox through the State, forced to move his family five times, and
hide them at last in a little log hut in the woods. Knowing what he and
his suffered for the cause, we should not complain however hard our lot
may be."

"I am not complaining, Jacob. I stand ready to bear anything which
falls to my share, if by so doing I can be of service to the cause; but
it isn't possible we could ever do as much as Judge McKean, who signed
the Declaration of Independence."

"We can at least do our share toward making good the statement which
he signed, and as to the future, so that we get Seth out of the
Britishers' clutches we won't trouble our heads. It seems to me the
most important question now is, what we are to do between this and
midnight. We ought not to be seen loitering around the streets."

"Suppose you go down to my home and ask mother to give us as much
food as will last us twenty-four hours. We will then go out near the
Carpenter mansion, where we can remain hidden in the grove until night.
Such of the provisions as we do not eat during the day will suffice for
Seth to take with him in his flight."

"That is a good idea, Enoch, and it will be doing something toward
preparing for the night's work. Now, where think you will Seth easiest
find the American forces? Where he saw them yesterday? Or in the
direction of Valley Forge?"

"I think that is a question Lord Gordon himself can best decide, for he
will most probably know in which direction it would be safest for Seth
to travel. Shall I wait here, or walk part of the way home with you?"

"Stay where you are. I will be back in half an hour."

Mrs. Ball must have suspected that the boys were engaged in some
important work, for, like the wise woman she was, she complied with
her son's request, asking not so much as a single question, and scanty
though her store of provisions was, collected such an amount as would
have sufficed to feed two hungry boys at least three days.

Wrapping the collection neatly in a cloth, she placed it in a small
bag, saying as she did so:

"It will be easier to carry in this, with not so much chance of wasting
it. Tell Enoch that his mother's prayers will follow him until he comes
back to her, and say that he is to remember how eagerly she watches for
his return."

"I think he'll be back before to-morrow, Mrs. Ball; but if he isn't,
don't you worry. There's a certain Britisher in this city who's got
a heart under his red coat, and if it happens Enoch is to remain away
very long, that same Britisher will send you word."

"God bless you, boys! God bless all of you, and prosper you in your
undertaking!"

There was a suspicious moisture in Jacob's eyes as he hurried through
Letitia Street to where his comrade was awaiting him; but by the aid
of one corner of the bag he succeeded so far in effacing the telltale
sign of weakness that no one would have suspected how very near he was
to breaking down entirely, simply because of the kindly words spoken by
the mistress of the dancing school.

The hours passed slowly and wearily to the two boys who had nothing
more to do than spend the time in waiting; but finally the moment
came when, in order to keep the appointment, they must leave their
retreat in the grove, and it was with a sense of decided relief that
they hurried forward, although knowing that they were hastening on a
perilous venture.

On arriving at that side of the town-house where stood the pillory, not
a person was to be seen.

Fortunately they had met with no one, not even the patrol, during their
walk down from Sixth Street, and as they stood behind the instrument of
torture whereon Grimshaw had passed so many painful hours it was safe
to assume that no person unfriendly to their design was aware of their
whereabouts.

Five, ten minutes passed, and yet no sign of life upon the deserted
street.

"Something has happened; he cannot come," Enoch whispered nervously.

"I will answer for him," Jacob replied confidently. "He isn't the kind
of a man who would back out after promising, and he knows we will wait
for him even though he is two hours late."

"If any of the Britishers should see us, we would be put under arrest."

"But there is no danger of that, not while we stay here, and the
night is so dark that the redcoats would be obliged to hunt around
a good while before finding us. I don't think it is safe to talk,
because--here comes some one! Now the question is whether it's the man
we are waiting for."

In the gloom the boys could faintly see a dark form coming up the
street, and with loudly beating hearts they waited until the figure was
nearly opposite, when a low whistle broke the silence, and Enoch said
with a long-drawn sigh of relief:

"It is him. No one else would make a signal here."

Then, without waiting for an opinion from his comrade, he stepped out
in view, and the newcomer directed his steps toward the pillory.

It was Lord Gordon, and he said, as he approached:

"You have a good hiding-place here, and we'll take advantage of it,
because I have a few words to say before we proceed to business." Then,
stepping back behind the scaffold, he continued in a low, grave tone:
"Unless I was firmly convinced that the story you told me regarding
Seth's movements was true, and unless I believed you when you say this
is the first time he has ever carried information to the Americans,
I should not attempt to aid you. That which I am doing may seem
dishonorable to those who do not know all the facts in the case. My own
conscience approves, however, and I shall do what, as an officer in the
British army, I ought not to do, in order to save from a disgraceful
death a boy who has been indiscreet--not guilty as a spy. But although
I can thus satisfy my conscience, I could not have my actions known to
the commander of the forces without laying myself open--and justly--to
a charge of treason. Therefore I ask that from this moment you boys
forget that I ever gave advice or assistance in the matter."

"No one shall ever hear your name from us," Jacob said when Lord Gordon
paused as if for a reply.

"I shall trust you, my boy, for although I am doing no dishonorable
act, as we view the matter, my honor would be at stake if you should
incautiously betray my share in this affair. I think now you understand
the position which I occupy, and we will say no more about it. This
is the only way by which we can aid your friend. If he is here, he
will be brought before the court to-morrow; conviction is absolutely
certain to follow, and then comes the execution. To plead with General
Howe would be not only a waste of words, but cause suspicion in case
the boy should escape later. I have here an old pass, signed by the
general to visit the prison, issued in blank so that it may be used
by any one. I have filled in your names. You will present it boldly
at the door. There will be no question raised. You will be conducted
to the prisoner's cell, and there you are to remain until a soldier
opens the door, and repeats these three words: 'It is time!' Then walk
out unconcernedly, all of you. If the plan which I have arranged is
successful, you will see no one save the man who gives the signal. It
can only fail through some officer or soldier going advertently into
the corridor, in which case the prisoner will be in no worse position
than before; but you will share his cell because of having attempted to
effect his escape. Should this last unfortunately occur, both of you
will probably be severely punished--flogged, I should say--and that
is the risk which you must take if you would aid Seth. Barring the
inopportune coming of some person, the scheme will go through without
trouble, for the man on duty is an old follower of mine, upon whom I
can depend to the death."

"Will he not be punished for allowing Seth to escape?" Enoch asked.

"That part of it I can manage. All which concerns you is to get
yourself and your comrade out of prison once you have entered."

"Where shall we go in case we succeed?" Jacob asked.

"That you must decide for yourselves. My advice would be for Seth to
push on toward the headquarters of the American army at full speed, and
you boys return to your homes."

"But it will be known that we visited Seth, because you say our names
are on this paper."

"That pass will not be seen by any one, unless it chances you are
discovered, and then the soldier on duty will use it as his warrant for
admitting you at such an hour."

"Why shouldn't we go with Seth?" Jacob asked, detaining Lord Gordon as
he would have moved away.

"Because one boy has better chance of making his way across the country
unobserved than three would have. And again, perhaps I am not willing
to assist in increasing the number of the rebel forces to such an
extent. However, you are at liberty to do as you choose about it. I
have simply advised that he go while you remain here. Now my portion
of the work is done; it remains for you to execute the plan; and I
hope most sincerely you will succeed. No, we won't have any thanks, or
formalities of that kind, my lad," the officer added when Enoch took
him by the hand as if he would have kissed it. "I have done only that
which seems right; but which to the world will seem wrong. Perhaps some
time in the future, when we are no longer supposed to be enemies, you
can give free words to your gratitude. Be stout-hearted; move as if you
had a right to go and come as you please, and do not lose your courage
in event of failure."

Lord Gordon disappeared from view immediately after he ceased speaking,
and during fully a moment the two boys stood facing each other, silent
and motionless.

"This won't do," Jacob said with an effort. "If the plan proves a
success, the earlier Seth is on his way the more chances he will have
of reaching our forces. If it is to be a failure, why, the quicker we
know it the sooner we'll be out of our suspense. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Enoch whispered; "but I am terribly frightened, Jacob."

"So long as you don't show it there's no harm done; but I am beginning
to believe that you are braver when you are frightened. Will you take
the pass, or shall I?"

"You keep it. I will follow; but do not think I could conduct the
affair as well as you."

"Then come. Try to think of nothing but the fact that unless we succeed
Seth will be hanged, and I allow that's enough to keep us well up to
our work."

Swiftly, and in silence, the boys walked to the prison where their
comrade was confined, and there Jacob knocked vigorously on the iron
door, as if about to demand what was his right, rather than to ask for
a favor.

A soldier answered the summons, and as he looked at the pass which
Master Ludwick held out Enoch fancied a peculiar expression came over
his face, as if he had been expecting to see that particular piece of
paper.

Jacob stepped over the threshold without waiting for an invitation, and
his comrade followed.

The soldier, who had not spoken, led the way in silence down the
corridor, unlocked a heavily barred door cautiously, as if it was his
desire to avoid making a noise, and motioned for the boys to enter.

It was so dark in the small cell that the visitors could not
distinguish any object.

"Seth!" Jacob whispered. "Where are you, Seth?"

A glad cry of surprise came from out the darkness; a clanking of chains
was heard, and the despairing prisoner cried hysterically:

"Oh, Jacob! Jacob! Is it you?"

"It is indeed, Seth, and Enoch is with me," Master Ludwick said in a
whisper. "You had best not talk loud, for there is no reason why any
one save the soldier on duty should know we are here."

"But how did you get in?"

"Never mind that part of it, Seth. At least not until we are outside."

"Outside! What do you mean?"

"Through a friend, whose name must not be spoken, there is a chance
you may escape, and it is necessary we are ready to act instantly the
signal is given."

"But I don't understand----"

"Don't try. Simply know that perhaps you will walk out of here this
night free, and keep your mind steadily on the fact that if we succeed
you must be precious near the American forces by daylight."

"But how is he to walk with those chains on him?" Enoch whispered.
"That is something we never thought of, and it will be impossible for
him to go on to the street fettered as he is."

"Now I begin to understand!" Seth exclaimed. "A soldier came in here
half an hour ago, and after looking over these irons as if to make sure
they were fastened, left the key in the lock of the fetters which are
around my wrists. Do you suppose he intended to do so?"

"That is exactly the idea, and we can thank--our friend for having
thought of it. Let me see if we can get them off in the darkness."

Aided by Seth's directions Jacob had little difficulty in removing the
fetters, and he whispered as he handed the leg-irons to Enoch:

"Put these under your coat."

"Why?"

"It may be of service to him who has assisted us, in case the fetters
disappear as if Seth wore them out of the prison. We will throw them
away once we are free, if indeed we ever are."

At this instant the cell-door was opened softly, and the boys heard a
hoarse whisper:

"It is time!"

"That is the signal!" Jacob said nervously. "Now, Seth, follow close at
my heels. Don't speak to any one, nor show signs of fear. This is the
moment when we shall succeed, or find ourselves in a worse plight than
before. Are you ready, Enoch?"

"Go on! I'll keep close behind Seth."

The three boys, trembling with suppressed excitement, hardly daring to
breathe, stepped out into the corridor with as much boldness as it was
possible to assume.

No one could be seen save the sentry at the outer door, and he stood,
musket in hand, more like a statue than a living being.

The thought came to Jacob that this guard could not have been the one
who gave them the signal, otherwise he would have made some gesture for
their guidance, and as they walked straight toward him the boy believed
the bold scheme was already a failure.

The soldier remained motionless until Jacob was so near that he could
touch him, and then he swung open the heavy door.

Jacob stepped out on the sidewalk almost fearing to turn lest he should
see that Seth had been detained.

The prisoner followed without molestation, and as Enoch emerged the
door closed, the creaking of the heavy bolt as it was shot into its
socket telling that the prison was barred once more; but the prisoner
was on the outside.




CHAPTER V.

THE PATROL.


Seth appeared like one in a daze as Jacob and Enoch, ranging themselves
on either side, hurried him up the street.

Knowing what apparently convincing proof there was against him, the
prisoner had given up all hope from the moment he was locked in a cell,
and his escape, having been effected so readily and so quickly, seemed
more like a dream than a happy reality.

Until they arrived at Sixth Street, which was as far as the town
extended in that direction, not a word was spoken, and then Jacob,
unloosening the bag of provisions which he had carried over his
shoulder, said as he handed it to Seth:

"Here is sufficient food for two days. You are to make your way toward
Valley Forge without thinking of fatigue, for should you be captured
again no one can save you from a disgraceful death."

"But tell me why I was allowed to come out of jail?"

"A friend of yours, whose name must never be mentioned, arranged
everything. We had only to go in and walk away with you."

"What friend have I got who is so powerful?" Seth asked in amazement.

"We are bound never to speak his name in connection with your escape,
for what he has done this night would seem like treason to those who
did not believe our story. You will guess in time, and it is enough now
that you are free."

"But am I not to see mother?"

"You must go without delay. We will tell her what has happened, if
she doesn't hear from other sources that a prisoner has escaped, and
she would be the first to insist that you hurry away from this town,
rather than linger where those who might capture you would be certain
to kill."

"Where are you going?"

"We have been advised to return home; but depend upon it, Seth, we
shall see you in the Continental army before many days have passed,
for now it is our firm intention to enlist at the first opportunity.
Remember that you will not be safe until you are with our friends,
and that it is likely you can continue the flight uninterruptedly
during the hours of darkness. When the morning comes you must be more
cautious. Now don't linger. Good-by, Seth dear, and remember that we
will see you again as soon as possible."

The escaped prisoner clasped his friends by the hands for a single
instant, and then turned as if reluctant to leave them.

Jacob pressed Enoch's arm in token that the parting must not be
prolonged, and the two hurried away, leaving Seth to complete the work
which had been so well begun.

"It seems as if we were running away from him," Enoch said five minutes
later when they were hurrying down the street.

"And that is exactly what we are doing. So long as we stayed he would
have lingered, and time is too precious to him to admit of its being
spent in idle conversation."

"Even now it hardly seems possible we have really gotten him out of
prison."

"That is because matters moved so swiftly after we began. Thank God
there is no question about his freedom, and, with so many hours the
start, I don't believe he is in much danger of being overtaken."

"Not unless his escape is discovered very soon."

"That is not likely to happen, for at this hour none of the Britishers
would visit him, and we may count on the whole affair remaining a
secret until some time after sunrise to-morrow. Of course I shan't
think of going to Germantown to-night, and shall sleep with you once
more."

"Mother will be glad to see us back. The fact of your asking for
provisions most likely caused her to believe we were going on a
journey, and I know how worried she will be until we are with her once
more."

The boys were walking at a rapid pace.

The streets were deserted, and there appeared little likelihood of
their meeting any one before arriving at Enoch's home.

It seemed as if everything was working in their favor on this night,
and Jacob was on the point of giving words to his happiness because of
the successful issue of their scheme, when the measured tramp, tramp,
tramp of men told that an armed force was abroad.

"It is the patrol!" Enoch whispered. "Now unless we can keep out of
sight there is a chance for trouble!"

"Don't run!" his companion said sharply as he was quickening his pace,
evidently with the intention of darting into the nearest doorway.
"Flight would arouse suspicion, and most likely we have been heard
talking. Our only course is to walk boldly on, as if we had good
reasons for being abroad at this hour."

That they had been observed even in the darkness was apparent as the
officer commanding the patrol stepped quickly toward them, and the boys
involuntarily halted.

"Who are you, and what are you doing abroad at midnight?"

"I live in Germantown," Jacob replied, not thinking it wise to mention
his own name, for Ludwick the baker was well known to the enemy, "and
am visiting my friend, Enoch Ball, who lives on Letitia Street. We have
been out in the country, and were delayed longer than was anticipated."

"I have heard it mentioned that young Ball and Chris Ludwick's son were
friends of the spy who will soon be hanged," one of the soldiers said.

"Is the baker your father?" the officer asked sharply.

"He is."

"And you and the spy are cronies?"

"Yes."

"Fall in then! It will be as well that we have a full explanation as to
why you are out at this time of night."

"Do you mean that we are prisoners?" Enoch asked in dismay.

"Exactly, and as I do not propose to give further explanation, you may
as well move on at once. Don't attempt to play any tricks, or it will
be exceedingly unpleasant."

Not until this moment did Jacob remember that he and Enoch were
carrying the fetters which had been removed from Seth's legs and arms,
and now he deplored most bitterly his excess of precaution in taking
them away from the jail.

He had thought that by removing the irons Seth's escape would appear
more of a mystery; instead of which they had simply kept evidences
which might convict them of complicity in a deed that would be most
severely punished.

He had made a mistake in thus being so cautious, and instantly this
fact came into his mind he made a second and yet graver one, by
attempting to dispose of the telltale fetters.

As he flung the irons from him by a quick movement, which he hoped
might fail to attract attention, they struck with an ominous clang upon
a rock in the street, and at the same instant the officer seized him by
the collar.

"One of you see what that was he threw away! These boys who have had an
excursion into the country may not be as innocent of wrongdoing as at
first appeared."

It was not difficult for the soldiers to find the heavy fetters, and
the officer appeared perplexed when they were brought to him; turning
he asked sternly:

"Where did you get these?"

Jacob made no reply.

"Search him!" was the sharp command. "Search them both!"

As a matter of course the second pair of irons was found in Enoch's
possession, and now the boys were no longer ordered to "fall in," but
were marched to the prison closely guarded by a soldier on either side.

They had succeeded in effecting the release of their friend, and by
so doing had placed themselves in a decidedly disagreeable, if not
dangerous, position.

The same soldier who had allowed them to march out of the jail with
the prisoner received them when they were brought in, and as he opened
the door in response to the summons of the patrol an expression of
surprise, almost dismay, passed over his face. It was gone instantly,
however, and once more he was the same automaton it is believed a
soldier should be.

"You will lock these prisoners in securely, and take care that
no one has access to them until the officer of the day sends his
instructions."

Once more the boys walked through the dimly lighted corridor, passed
the cell from which Seth had so lately escaped, and were thrust into
the one adjoining.

Then the door was locked upon them, and they were left in the darkness
to their gloomy reflections.

"I don't reckon we shall find much of a bed in this place," Jacob
said grimly, as he felt his way around what seemed little more than a
cage. "But we ought to get along for one night in such a hole without
grumbling, considering what we have accomplished."

"They will understand because of the fetters that we helped Seth away,"
Enoch said in a tremulous tone.

"We knew we were taking chances when the work was begun; but I don't
think even General Howe will go so far as to declare us guilty unless
he has some proof that we did such a thing."

"The fetters should be enough."

"I don't think so. They must be like plenty of others belonging to the
Britishers, and who shall say they were the ones Seth wore? Look here,
Enoch, the situation is this: We must hold our tongues, absolutely
refusing to answer a single question, no matter if they flog us, for
once we confess, or admit anything, we shall be in a bad plight."

"Do they hang people for helping spies escape?"

"No, Enoch, you must not get any such ideas into your mind. If you
begin to think we are in danger of death you will lose courage, and
unless I'm mistaken we shall need plenty of it before we are through
with this work. Let's make ourselves as comfortable as possible, and
keep our thoughts from disagreeable subjects."

Bravely as Jacob tried to combat his and his friend's gloomy
forebodings, both the boys were wretched in mind as well as body.

To sleep even under the most favorable circumstances, so far as bodily
comfort was concerned, would have been well-nigh impossible while they
were in such a condition of mental depression, and even though there
had been nothing to cause alarm, wooing slumber on the stone floor was
a most difficult task.

Jacob positively refused to speculate as to the dangers which might
threaten, and Enoch was absolutely unable to talk of anything else,
consequently little or no conversation was indulged in, and when
the morning came both listened intently for those sounds which would
betoken that the prisoner's escape was discovered.

They heard voices in the corridor concerning some movement which had
been made during the night, and, going close to the door, Jacob learned
that a body of troops had left the city the evening previous. For what
purpose he could not learn, but judged that it was the movement which
Seth had learned of from the officers in his mother's home.

There came into the boy's mind the thought that some important maneuver
was being executed, and he fancied they must be benefited thereby,
since the attention of the commanding general would thus be diverted
from them.

It was not until many days after that he learned this movement,
supposed to have been so important, was nothing more than the advance
of fourteen hundred soldiers to the relief of some refugees who were
being besieged by the Americans at Billingsport.

An hour after sunrise the boys heard the creaking of bolts as
the cell adjoining theirs was opened. Then came an exclamation of
surprise, hurried footsteps, and they knew Seth's escape had just been
discovered.

"He has had at least eight hours, and should be well on his way to
Valley Forge by this time," Jacob whispered triumphantly, and Enoch
replied:

"If we had only gone with him the scheme would have been a great
success."

Two hours later the cell-door was opened, and the prisoners ordered out
in charge of a squad of soldiers, Jacob whispering as they crossed the
threshold:

"Remember, Enoch, don't give any information, no matter what they may
do!"

The boys looked in vain for a friendly face as they were marched out of
the prison between two files of soldiers, but none met their gaze.

If there were any sympathetic ones among the crowd of curious people
who gathered around the prisoners and their escort, none dared betray
the true state of their feelings lest they be accused of treason, and
the two had a very good idea of the sense of loneliness amid a throng
which must have come to Seth while he was being conducted through the
city.

At the town-house the prisoners were halted for a few moments on the
sidewalk, and then taken inside, where were several officers seated
around a table on which were many papers.

Here their names were asked and given, and then came the question which
both knew must not be answered:

"Why were you on the street last night at an hour past midnight?"

"If we make any explanation, except that which you have decided we must
make, it will not be believed," Jacob replied stoutly, although he was
far from feeling brave just at that moment.

"Do not fall into the mistake of being impertinent, you young rebel.
Anything of that kind will only aggravate the offense."

"We have committed no offense, sir. Since you British have been in
possession of the city we have kept the peace, molesting no man."

"Is it not true that you have been carrying information to the rebels?"

"No, sir; we have done nothing of the kind."

"The spy who was arrested while returning from the American lines was
a particular friend of yours?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you knew why he left the city on the day he was arrested?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you aid him in any way?"

"There was nothing we could have done."

"Do you know that he has escaped?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you must have helped him."

"It was not necessary we should do that in order to learn he had given
you the slip. We were put into the same prison he occupied, and could
readily hear the soldiers talking when it was discovered he had gone."

"It is evident these young rebels have been well schooled, colonel, and
you will never arrive at the truth save by harsh measures," one of the
officers said petulantly to him who was conducting the examination.
"A dozen lashes would soon put them in the proper frame of mind for
telling the truth."

"Such means must be employed if milder measures fail; but I do not care
to go into the business of flogging children if it can be avoided."

"But these rebels are far from being children. They are active enemies
against the king, and should be given the same treatment accorded their
elders."

"My lad," the colonel said, turning once more to Jacob, "there is no
necessity for spending time at cross-purposes. Seth Graydon, the spy,
has escaped; you are known to have been very friendly with him--have
acknowledged you were aware in advance of his visit to the rebel
camp. You were found loitering on the street after midnight, and when
apprehended had about your persons fetters similar to those which he
wore. Your best plan is to make a free confession of how you aided
him in escaping, for by so doing you may avoid exceedingly harsh
treatment."

"We thank you for the advice, sir, because it seems as if you really
meant it for our good; but we have nothing to confess. Of course,
you can flog us as often as you see fit; but that will not effect
anything."

"You mean that you are determined to hold your tongues as long as
possible?" one of the party said.

"We shall say no more than we have said already. It is true we were
out last night; we had been spending the afternoon in the grove back of
the Carpenter house, and were walking peaceably toward Letitia Street
when taken into custody. That is all we can tell, and flogging will not
bring more."

The officers conversed together several moments in a tone so low that
the prisoners could not distinguish the words, and then the colonel,
who had acted as spokesman, said sharply:

"Hark you, lads. You are not to be punished now for your refusal to
speak, because I wish to report the case to the commanding general
before resorting to harsh measures; you shall have time to consider the
matter thoroughly, and when questioned again will be forced to make
answer. Sergeant, remove the prisoners, and see to it that no one is
allowed to communicate with them."

The boys were decidedly surprised at such leniency; both expected
a severe flogging, and failed to understand why it had not been
administered.

During the march back to the jail the sergeant in command of the squad
said in a friendly tone to his prisoners:

"You boys must not make the mistake of thinking you can better your
position by refusing to answer the questions asked. I do not understand
why Colonel Monckton let you off so easily this time, for he is not
given to being tender with the whip; but this I can assure you, that
at the next refusal to speak the punishment will be inflicted, and none
the easier because it has been delayed."

"We have nothing to tell," Jacob replied quietly. "If a friend of
ours is your prisoner are we responsible for his safe-keeping? If he
escapes, is it certain we are guilty of having aided him in avoiding a
disgraceful death under a false charge?"

"The fetters found in your possession are sufficient proof that you
were concerned in the matter."

"I do not understand how that can be, sergeant. If we had been able to
get him away from your men, and out of jail, do you think we would be
foolish enough to carry his fetters in our pockets?"

"If you did not do so, how came you by the irons?"

"That is a question we can't answer. Why not demand to know who paid
for our coats, or where we procured our hats?"

"Your sharpness won't avail you, lad, when next you are brought before
Colonel Monckton. I would like to have you escape the whip, for I'm
not friendly disposed to such things, especially when a boy is to be
flogged; but if you won't take advice you must suffer, and there's the
end of it."

"We thank you for your kindness, sergeant," Enoch said, speaking for
the first time since they left the prison; "but there is nothing for
us to tell. We can explain about the fetters; but shall insist that
Colonel Monckton has no right to flog us until he has some proof to
connect us with Seth's escape."

"He thinks he has proof enough already, and so do I, for the matter of
that. It's none of my broth, though, and I hope I'll be off duty when
you're brought out for punishment."

"When is it likely to happen?" Jacob asked.

"That is what I can't say. It may be to-morrow, or a week from then;
but it's bound to come some day if you continue as stiff-necked as you
are this morning."

The conversation with this particular member of the British army was
ended, and the remainder of the journey made in silence.

On arriving at the prison they were handed over to the same soldier who
had been on duty when they entered the gloomy place twice before, and
he conducted them to the cell in a stolid manner, apparently paying no
heed to either, save to assure himself they did not give him the slip.

When he had thrust them into the cage-like apartment, however, and
while he was standing at the door gazing around as if to satisfy
himself everything was as it should be, he whispered cautiously:

"You have done well, lads. Some one we know says that you are to keep
up your courage and hold your tongues."

Then the door was closed with a resounding crash, as if the jailer
feared one of the prisoners might reply, and was desirous of drowning
the sound of his voice.

"He must have received that message since we left Colonel Monckton,
otherwise it would not be known that we had refused to speak," Jacob
whispered, and there was a hopeful ring in his tone. "The 'one we know'
was where he heard all we said."

"But it isn't likely he could help us without bringing down suspicion
on himself."

"It should be enough that he knows what is being done. We have one
friend among the Britishers, and that is more than Seth could have said
when he was in jail. I wonder if they count on giving us anything to
eat?"

"I don't feel as if I should ever be hungry again," Enoch replied
mournfully.

"But you will, and you must! If we lose courage now it can only make
matters worse, without bettering them any. I reckon on getting out of
this in time, and of escaping even a whipping."

"How?"

"That's what I don't know; but it is better to think that way than
to sit here fancying each moment we feel the lash of wire across our
backs. Hello, we're going to have a visitor!"

The door was opened; but no one entered.

A soldier shoved carelessly into the cell a jar of water and two loaves
of bread, after which the door was closed again.

"It doesn't look as if we should hurt ourselves by eating too much,"
Jacob said with an effort to appear light-hearted; "but it is a good
deal more than many friends of the cause in this very city will have
set before them to-day. Come, Enoch, let's dispose of our rations in
order to be ready for the next supply when it is brought."




CHAPTER VI.

RELEASED.


During five long, weary weeks did Jacob and Enoch remain prisoners, and
although they lived in momentary expectation of a public flogging, the
punishment was not inflicted.

Twice more were the boys taken before Colonel Monckton, and on each
occasion he gave them to understand that unless satisfactory answers
were returned to his questions they would be whipped severely.

Jacob, who acted as spokesman, refused to obey the command, as he
did on the first occasion, alleging that he could not explain how the
fetters came in their possession without rendering a third party liable
to suspicion, and claimed he had rather "be flogged until he was nigh
dead" than cause suffering to an innocent person.

The British soldier who had allowed Seth to leave the jail unchallenged
was on duty fully half the time the boys were held as prisoners, and
now and then spoke words of cheer, giving them to understand that they
were indebted to Lord Gordon for their escape from a public flogging.

During the first four or five days of captivity they questioned the
soldier eagerly, and at every opportunity, regarding the possible
recapture of Seth; but he had no information to give them, and this
fact was decidedly more satisfactory than if he had been able to tell
them of his whereabouts, since it showed that their comrade was yet
free.

After a week passed there was no longer any doubt but that Seth had
succeeded in gaining the American lines, and being thus assured
they had saved his life, the boys could have borne even a public
flogging with a certain degree of equanimity, because of what had been
accomplished.

As a matter of course Enoch could have no communication with his
mother, for orders had been given that the prisoners should be allowed
no visitors.

He believed, however, she knew all concerning him that could have been
told, through Lord Gordon.

It was possible for the boys to have a general idea of what was going
on outside, owing to the conversations which they could overhear
between the soldiers, and it seemed as if the one whom they looked
upon as a friend made it an especial point to converse with his fellows
where they might overhear all that was said.

Thus it was they were aware that, on the 24th and 26th of the month,
detachments of British troops went out successfully against the
Continentals; that on the 30th Abercrombie led his men against Lacey
near the Crooked Billet, forcing that officer to flight, killing
nearly a hundred soldiers, capturing fifty prisoners, and destroying or
bringing away all his baggage and stores.

It was on the second day after Sir Henry Clinton arrived in
Philadelphia that Jacob and Enoch were released from prison.

No formalities accompanied this, to them, very desirable change of
condition.

Ten days previous they had been assured by Colonel Monckton that there
was sufficient proof to connect them with Seth's escape, and that their
punishment, unless they confessed, would be exceptionally severe.

Therefore it was that they were quite as much surprised as delighted
when, on this particular morning, the cell-doors were opened and the
officer in charge of the prison announced that they were at liberty to
depart.

"You will be closely watched," he said warningly, "and rest assured
that at the first suspicious action on the part of either, both will
be brought here again. A second arrest will be more serious than the
first."

"If I have my way about it there won't be any second arrest," Jacob
said emphatically, and when the outer door of the jail was opened
he and Enoch darted swiftly through, as if fearing the permission to
depart might be reconsidered if they should linger in leaving.

When the boys arrived at Enoch's home Mrs. Ball was not particularly
surprised to see them nor was it necessary they should make any
explanations as to the cause of their long absence.

She had received, at least three times each week, an unsigned letter
containing full particulars as to their condition, and had known
several days previous that they were about to be discharged.

"Well, Lord--I mean our British friend, is what you might call a
right up and down good fellow, even if he is fighting on the wrong
side!" Jacob exclaimed when Mrs. Ball explained why she had not been
particularly anxious regarding her son during his long imprisonment.
"If all the king's soldiers were like him, I allow there wouldn't be
very much fighting in this country."

"He has taken a great deal of trouble to do a favor to three boys who
had no claim upon him," Enoch added reflectively.

"But he believed Seth was innocent, and began the good work by trying
to prevent his brother officers from killing one who was no spy," Mrs.
Ball suggested.

"Yet Seth was not what you might really call innocent, nor, for
that matter, were any of us, because he did carry information to our
friends, and we stood ready to help him."

"But you were not spies."

"No, mother, not exactly; but much as I hate the British, I am bound to
admit they had good cause for punishing us. I think the time has come
when Jacob and I should join Seth at the first opportunity."

"You mean that you will enlist?" his mother asked anxiously.

"It is our duty; but if you should say that you were not willing
yet----"

"I shall say nothing of the kind, my son. You are old enough to decide
for yourselves, and if you think duty calls you it isn't for me to set
up my own desires against it. You must remember, however, that you
are now looked upon with suspicion by the enemy, and it will not be
as simple a matter to gain the Continental camp as it would have been
before Seth was arrested."

"We shall succeed in doing it, never you fear," Enoch replied in a tone
of assurance, and thus it was settled that at the earliest possible
moment he and Jacob would enlist in the American army.

As the days passed, however, the would-be recruits learned that it was
not as easy to leave the city unobserved as it previously had been.

It was well known General Washington was ready for the summer campaign,
with his troops better disciplined and better equipped than formerly,
and the British officers, understanding that Sir Henry Clinton was
making an estimate of their abilities before assuming command of the
army, were particularly vigilant.

Neither Jacob nor Enoch had ventured to ask for an interview with Lord
Gordon. They understood it might place him in an awkward position if
they did so, and that their gratitude could best be shown by treating
him as an enemy.

Neither had they seen Seth's mother since their release. It was only
reasonable to suppose that Lord Gordon, being an inmate of her house,
had kept her as well informed as he had Mrs. Ball. Therefore the boys
would be serving her interests as well as their own if they refrained
from paying her a visit.

It was arranged that they should take advantage of the first
opportunity to leave the city, without feeling obliged to give Enoch's
mother notice of the fact, and from the hour when they had been allowed
to leave the jail they spent their time roaming around the town, hoping
to meet some one who might be able to aid them.

More than once did they discuss the advisability of setting out alone
in the direction of Valley Forge, with the hope that they might,
before traveling many miles, come upon a detachment of Americans; but
each time the subject was introduced they decided that the chances of
success were against them, owing to the vigilance of the British.

Twice had they been halted by the patrol, when, without any intention
of setting forth on a journey, they had wandered heedlessly near the
outskirts of the city, and warned each time as to what would be the
result if they were discovered in trying to gain the "rebel" lines.

During such enforced idleness they heard much of the carnival, or
"mischianza," as the officers termed it, which was to be given as a
testimonial in honor of General Howe on the eve of his retiring from
the command of the forces, but had not believed they would be in the
city to see the grand display.

The boys knew that General Burgoyne, assisted by Major John Andre, had
charge of the preparations; that a mock tournament was to be a portion
of the entertainment, and that it would be held at the country-seat of
Mr. Wharton on the Delaware River. They heard that a supper-room was
being built for the occasion; that mirrors, pictures, and ornaments
designed to hold candles, were being borrowed from the wealthy
citizens; but yet so great was the desire of both to enroll themselves
as soldiers in the patriot army that neither gave much attention to the
proposed entertainment, until the morning of the 18th of May, when they
were still vainly searching for means of escape.

During that day at least they forgot their desires in the wonderful
scene which was presented.

As a matter of course Jacob and Enoch saw only such portion of the
entertainment as was given in public; but Major Andre himself wrote an
entertaining account to his friends in England which is given here as
interesting, inasmuch as it was the first display of the kind ever made
in North America.

"A grand regatta began the entertainment. It consisted of three
divisions. In the first was the Ferret galley, having on board several
general officers and a number of ladies. In the center was the Hussar
galley with Sir William and Lord Howe, Sir Henry Clinton, the officers
of their suite, and some ladies. The Cornwallis galley brought up the
rear, having on board General Knyphausen and his suite, three British
generals and a party of ladies. On each quarter of these galleys, and
forming their division, were five flatboats, lined with green cloth,
and filled with ladies and gentlemen. In front of the whole were three
flat-boats, with a band of music in each. Six barges rowed about each
flank, to keep off the swarm of boats that covered the river from
side to side. The galleys were decked out with a variety of colors
and streamers, and in each flat-boat was displayed the flag of its own
division.

"In the stream opposite the center of the city the Fanny, armed ship,
magnificently decorated, was placed at anchor, and at some distance
ahead lay his majesty's ship Roebuck, with the admiral's flag hoisted
at the foretop masthead. The transport ships, extending in a line the
whole length of the town, appeared with colors flying and crowded with
spectators, as were also the openings of several wharves on shore,
exhibiting the most picturesque and enlivening scene the eye could
desire. The rendezvous was at Knight's wharf, at the northern extremity
of the city. By half-past four the whole company were embarked, and the
signal being made by the Vigilant's manning ship, the three divisions
rowed slowly down, preserving their proper intervals, and keeping time
to the music that led the fleet.

"Arrived between the Fanny and the Market wharf, a signal was made
from one of the boats ahead, and the whole lay upon their oars, while
the music played 'God Save the King,' and three cheers given from
the vessels were returned from the multitude on shore. By this time
the flood tide became too rapid for the galleys to advance; they
were therefore quitted, and the company disposed of in different
barges. This alteration broke in upon the order of procession, but was
necessary to give sufficient time for displaying the entertainments
that were prepared on shore.

"The landing place was at the Old Fort, a little to the southward
of the town, fronting the building prepared for the reception of the
company, about four hundred yards from the water by a gentle ascent. As
soon as the general's barge was seen to push from the shore a salute of
seventeen guns was fired from the Roebuck, and, after some interval, by
the same number from the Vigilant. The company, as they disembarked,
arranged themselves into a line of procession, and advanced through
an avenue formed by two files of grenadiers, and a line of light-horse
supporting each file. This avenue led to a square lawn of two hundred
and fifty yards on each side, lined with troops, and properly prepared
for the exhibition of a tilt and tournament, according to the customs
and ordinances of ancient chivalry. We proceeded through the center of
the square.

"The music, consisting of all the bands of the army, moved in front.
The managers, with favors of white and blue ribbon in their breasts,
followed next in order. The general, admiral, and the rest of the
company, succeeded promiscuously.

"In front appeared the building, bounding the view through a vista
formed by two triumphal arches erected at proper intervals in a line
with the landing-place. Two pavilions, with rows of benches rising
one above the other, and serving as the wings of the first triumphal
arch, received the ladies, while the gentlemen arranged themselves in
convenient order on each side. On the front seat of each pavilion were
placed seven of the principal young ladies of the country, dressed in
Turkish habits and wearing in their turbans the favors with which they
meant to reward the several knights who were to contend in their honor.
These arrangements were scarce made when the sound of trumpets were
heard in the distance, and a band of knights, dressed in ancient habits
of white and red silk, and mounted on gray horses richly caparisoned
in trappings of the same colors, entered the lists, attended by their
esquires on foot, in suitable apparel."

Major Andre continues his letter with a long and detailed account of
the tournament which followed, and thus concludes:

"The company were regaled with tea, lemonade, and other cooling liquors
when they entered the house. On the same floor with the ballroom were
four drawing-rooms with sideboards of refreshment. Dancing continued
until ten o'clock, when the windows were thrown open, and the display
of fireworks began. At twelve o'clock supper was announced, and large
folding-doors, hitherto artfully concealed, being suddenly thrown
open, discovered a magnificent saloon with three alcoves on each side
which served as sideboards. Fifty-six large pier glasses, ornamented
with green silk artificial flowers and ribbons; one hundred branches
with three lights in each, trimmed in the same manner as the mirrors;
eighteen lusters, each with twenty-four lights, suspended from the
ceiling, and ornamented as the branches; three hundred wax tapers
disposed along the supper-table; four hundred and thirty covers, twelve
hundred dishes, twenty-four black slaves in oriental dresses, with
silver collars and bracelets, ranged in two lines, and bending to the
ground as the general and admiral approached the saloon. Then came the
drinking of healths and the toasts, and after supper the dancing was
continued until four o'clock."

It was while the citizens as well as the soldiery were gathered on
the riverside, watching the imposing spectacle, that Jacob and Enoch,
instead of following the example of those around them and crowding
as near to the water's edge as possible, were standing on a slight
elevation some distance from the Penny-Pot House landing, when they
were accosted by a rough-looking fellow, who, to judge from his dress,
was a farm laborer.

"I allow you two lads have allers lived here in Philadelphia, eh?" he
began, as if more for the purpose of making an acquaintance than to
gain information.

"You surely can't take us for Britishers?" Jacob said laughingly.

"That is not your misfortune," the man replied. "You can be as loyal to
the king in the colonies as if you had been born in London."

"And if we _had_ been born there we might consider it our duty to be
loyal to him; but inasmuch as we are Philadelphia boys the case is
different," Jacob replied boldly, despite Enoch's warning glance.

"It is safer to keep the matter a secret if you count on being
disloyal," the man said with a grin.

"That is impossible in our case, for two who have been in prison five
weeks would be distrusted if they suddenly conceived a love for the
king."

"So General Howe believes you are dangerous characters, eh? It seems
as if he was afraid of the boys quite a considerable, for I have heard
tell how he had old Chris Ludwick's son locked up."

"So he did, and I happen to be that son."

"You?" the man exclaimed with a pretense of surprise. "And who is this
with you?"

"It is Enoch Ball. But hark you, friend, I don't understand that you
have got any right to ask questions, and perhaps I have given you all
the information necessary."

Jacob spoke sharply, for there came into his mind the thought that this
stranger was displaying altogether too much interest in what did not
concern him personally.

"I don't allow you have," the man replied, glancing furtively around,
as if to make certain there were no eavesdroppers near. "If you are
Chris Ludwick's son, you was jailed by the Britishers for helping one
Seth Graydon, said to be a spy, escape from prison."

The man spoke in such a meaning tone there was no longer any doubt but
that his questions meant something more than idle curiosity, and both
Jacob and Enoch turned upon him suddenly.

"What do you know about Seth Graydon?" the latter asked sharply.

"You will learn fully as much if you don't make such a noise," the
stranger replied in a low tone. "I can't say that I know anything
particular about Seth, except that he wanted me, in case I happened
to run across Jacob Ludwick and Enoch Ball, to give them his best
compliments."

"Where is he?" Jacob asked eagerly.

"I allow you can make a pretty good guess, so there's no need of my
going into particulars, especially round here, where the chances are it
might lead a fellow into trouble."

"Where did you come from?"

"It is best not to ask too many questions, Jacob Ludwick. The least
that is said in this 'ere city is the soonest mended. If it should
happen, though, that you knew anything which might be important for
your friends to know, now is the time to repeat it, and I'll take care
it reaches the proper quarter."

"Then you are----"

"I work on a farm up the Schuylkill with a Quaker by the name of
Parker, and am down here to see the brave doings of the king's
officers."

"Do you know where we can join any portion of the American army?"

"For what purpose?"

"We count on enlisting as soon as we are able to leave the city; but
the Britishers have kept a close watch on us since we were let out of
jail, and thus far it has been impossible to get away."

"Take my advice, and stay where you are a spell longer. It won't be
many days before there'll be a change around here, and after that
perhaps you won't be so closely watched. If you should happen to hear
anything that would benefit your friends, and want to sent them word,
you might find me somewhere near about the Blue Anchor, almost any
forenoon, when I have disposed of my produce."

There was no necessity for the man to make further explanations; the
boys understood that in his assumed character of a farm laborer he
was acting the spy, and by bringing in produce to sell would have no
trouble in entering or leaving the city.

It was just such an acquaintance as Jacob had been particularly anxious
to make; but he was disappointed and perplexed because the proposition
that he and Enoch enlist was not received with favor.

"It isn't likely we could learn very much that would interest you,"
Master Ludwick said after a brief pause, "for since our arrest we have
but little chance of hearing any British secrets."

"You are not hindered from roaming around the town as you wish?"

"Oh, no; we are prevented, however, from going very far into the
country, and have been stopped several times by the patrol."

"Then spend your time observing the movements of the troops, and take
particular notice if any activity prevails among the soldiers to-morrow
night. You can be of more service here during the next two weeks than
you could in the ranks."

"But you are in town every day, and can see quite as much as we."

"I only remain here long enough to sell my wares and to drink a pint of
beer at the Blue Anchor. It would seem strange if a farmer was overfond
of watching the soldiers. There are several in town who, during such
time as we are haggling over the price of vegetables, manage to let
me know what they have seen, and when it was made known that we wanted
to increase the number of our friends here, Seth Graydon told General
Dickinson you would be willing to do all in your power."

"Seth was right. We are more than willing; but hardly know how to set
about it."

"There's but little more to do than loiter around the city listening to
the general gossip, and observing the movements of the troops. You boys
certainly are bright enough to know by general appearances if any great
force is making preparations to leave, and even though you have been
under arrest for aiding a boy whom the Britishers called a spy, I don't
think you would be interfered with if you exercised proper caution. It
is especially necessary that our friends are all on the alert during
the next forty-eight hours, and I shall come into town very early
to-morrow morning, and again in the afternoon, so that you will have
two chances to report anything you may have learned."

"Is there reason to believe the British will make a move within that
time?"

"They certainly will, if, as is probable, the Tories between here and
Valley Forge bring in information of what is being done."

"Is General Washington to make an attack?" Jacob asked eagerly.

"Hardly that; but some of his forces will move toward this city
very shortly, and it becomes highly important he should have early
information of what the enemy may do when they learn of it. We have
talked here as long as is safe, for, although people seem intent upon
the brave show General Howe's officers are making, there may be some
whose business it is to pay attention to their neighbors."

The stranger lounged away as if following with his eyes the spectacle
upon the water, and when he was gone Jacob said in an exultant tone:

"It seems that we can be of some service to the cause even if we do not
enlist."

"Yes, and Seth did us a good turn when he said we were ready to perform
our share in the work."

"Yet since we met this stranger, Enoch, we have agreed to become
spies--there is no other name for it--and if we should now be put under
arrest by the Britishers, there would be good cause for dealing out to
us that punishment which Seth escaped."




CHAPTER VII.

ON THE ALERT.


Although fully aware of the fact that by following the suggestions of
the stranger they were jeopardizing their lives, Jacob and Enoch felt
very proud because of the confidence in them thus apparently displayed
by the leaders of the cause.

They had no idea as to the identity of the man with whom they had
talked, but it seemed positive he was one in whom the Continental
officers trusted implicitly, otherwise he would not have been selected
for so dangerous and responsible a position as that of gathering
information in the very heart of the British camp.

It was evident, at least to the boys, that he had sufficient authority
to thus attach them to the American army, and both were well content to
delay signing their names on the enlistment rolls, because of the fact
that they were occupying much more responsible and dangerous posts by
remaining in the city.

It was not probable the enemy would be contemplating any important
movement while the festivities were in progress, yet Jacob and Enoch
walked to and fro through the streets of the now almost deserted city,
believing their new duties demanded such diligence; but seeing nothing
more formidable than an unusually surly patrol who were out of temper
because forced to be on duty while their comrades were participating in
the merry-making.

Not until nearly midnight did they return to Enoch's home, and by
daylight next morning both were on the alert once more.

During the forenoon they saw in the market-place, haggling over the
price of a cabbage as if his only thought was to sell his wares to the
best advantage, their acquaintance of the previous day.

Jacob would have entered into conversation with the man but for the
fact that Enoch restrained him by saying:

"It is not well to be seen talking with him when it is unnecessary,
lest we rouse the suspicions of the Britishers. We have nothing to
report, and he will so understand it when we pass by without speaking."

"But he may have something to say to us."

"If he has we shall soon know it; but unless he makes a sign we had
better keep on our way."

The seeming farmer paid no attention to the boys; that he saw them
was evident, but he did not so much as raise his eyes after one quick
glance, and Jacob understood that Enoch was wiser than he in such
matters.

During this day it was as if the enemy was resting from the fatigue of
merry-making; but few officers were to be seen on the streets until
late in the afternoon, and at the different barracks there was even
less than the ordinary amount of noise.

It was five o'clock when the boys turned from High into Second Street
believing their day's work nearly done.

The sidewalk in front of the City Tavern was thronged with officers and
civilians, and Jacob whispered:

"I wonder what is going on there? Some of the crowd appear to be
excited."

"Suppose we pass the place singly, for by so doing we shall have a
better chance to linger. You go ahead, and I'll follow when you are
halfway through the crowd," Enoch suggested, and Jacob acted upon the
idea at once.

Before he was well among the throng he heard that which caused him the
liveliest surprise.

"So Lafayette's tattered retinue have abandoned their mud-holes, have
they?" a gentleman who had just come up said to a group of officers,
and one of the latter replied:

"There appears to be no doubt about it. A Quaker on whom the Frenchman
quartered himself has sent word that he is at Barren Hill, with
twenty-five hundred picked men and five cannon."

"What does it mean? Can it be possible Washington believes for a single
instant that his rag-tag and bob-tail can stand against General Howe's
forces?"

"It is difficult to say just what the rebel commander believes," one of
the officers replied with a laugh. "There are times when he behaves as
if he thought he could annihilate us, and then suddenly he turns tail
as if afraid of his life."

"But if he contemplates any audacious movement, why does he send
Lafayette?" the citizen continued. "He is hardly more than a boy, and
surely Washington must have more experienced officers."

"He has no abler soldier than Lafayette, boy though he is. He has had
the advantage of a thorough military education, and will make better
play for us than many of the elder men."

"Do you apprehend any difficulty in disposing of him if he continues
his march? I should say he might be advancing on Germantown, if he
makes his first halt at Barren Hill."

The officers were greatly pleased at this question, and the spokesman
continued, as soon as his mirth had subsided sufficiently to admit of
his speaking:

"We shall make short work of him if we are allowed to take the field;
but I question if General Howe will pay any attention to the movement
until it has developed further."

Jacob was forced to pass this particular group lest the fact that
he was listening to the conversation should become known; but before
getting out of the throng he heard all the particulars that could be
given relative to the advance of the "rebels."

Some of the gossipers believed Washington intended to make an attack
on Philadelphia; others had the idea that he was preparing to retreat,
fearing lest Sir Henry Clinton, after taking command of the army,
would press him too warmly, and that this movement of Lafayette's but
cloaked the design. Not a few thought that the rebels had decided upon
a vigorous campaign, of which this unaccountable advance was proof, and
before many moments such belief was shared by the majority.

Once Jacob had passed beyond the excited throng he waited with the
utmost impatience for Enoch to join him, and when, after what seemed
an exceedingly long time, his comrade came up looking surprised and
alarmed, Master Ludwick motioned for him to follow toward the bank of
the river.

Not until the boys stood where there was no possibility the
conversation could be overheard did Jacob speak, and then it was to
say:

"Now we understand why the man who talked with us was so anxious to
learn what might be done by the Britishers. He knew General Lafayette
was about to move, and expected troops would be sent out from here at
once."

"If that is done we shall be of but little service, for the soldiers
will march as fast as we can."

"That remains to be seen. The time has come when we can do work that
will be of importance, and we must not lose the opportunity."

"Then we had best get around by the barracks; we can be of no service
while we stand here talking idly."

"It is not idle talk, as you shall see. The thought has come to me that
if the enemy makes any move to-night it is our duty to take the news to
General Washington, or General Lafayette, before the Britishers can get
very far on the road."

"I don't understand how it is to be done."

"Are you willing to run a big risk?"

"I am ready to do anything in aid of the cause."

"Then listen. I know where Wharton, the Tory, has two horses stabled,
and it will not be hard work to get them out after the groom has
gone away for the night. If anything is done by the Britishers which
our friends should know, we can take them, follow the Schuylkill up
till we come to the bridge, and be at General Lafayette's camp before
daylight."

"But that would be stealing!" Enoch cried.

"I don't think so, under the circumstances. It will be only an honest
act, for we do it to save the lives of our friends."

"That would prevent our coming back to Philadelphia while the
Britishers are here, and the stranger said we might be of more service
in this city than we could in the army."

"So we shall if we carry such important news, and it is better for us
to leave here on an errand like that than remain idle when the cause
may suffer."

"I will do whatever you say is right, Jacob, but do not want to serve
our country by becoming a thief."

"That you will not become, I tell you!" Jacob cried impatiently.

"It shall be as you say."

"Very well. Now I will go in one direction and you in another. We'll
meet on High Street near Fourth. If nothing has been seen we must
continue to walk around until certain the Britishers do not intend to
leave the city."

Having thus mapped out his plan Jacob started up Walnut Street at his
best pace, and Enoch went in the opposite direction, feeling rather
doubtful of such honesty as displayed itself by the theft of two
horses.

Not until eight o'clock in the evening did either of the boys see
anything to denote that the enemy's troops would be moved that night,
and then it was as if all the preparations had been made in an instant.

It was Enoch who was standing in front of General Grant's quarters when
that gentleman came out attended by two of his staff, and the boy heard
him say petulantly:

"We are forced to go on a wild-goose chase, while the more fortunate
fellows are enjoying themselves at the play. I expected to see at least
two acts of Douglas, and had invited some ladies to accompany me."

"Are we likely to go far?" one of his companions asked.

"To Barren Hill; and on arriving there we shall find our French bird
has flown, although General Howe is so certain of capturing him that
he has invited a large party to take supper with the proposed captive
to-morrow night, while Admiral Howe has given orders to have a frigate
made ready for sailing with Lafayette on board. It would create a
sensation if we should send the marquis to England as a prisoner!"

"Indeed it would, and I only hope he will give us half a chance to
catch him. How large a force shall we have?"

"Five thousand in my column and two thousand under Grey."

"That will be plenty to do the work, and it isn't impossible we
may succeed in surprising him. Our preparations have been made very
quietly."

"Only those engaged in the service have any idea of what it is proposed
to do, and all of us have been sworn to secrecy. I shall----"

The speakers moved on, and Enoch could not distinguish the remainder
of the conversation; but he had heard enough to change his mind as to
the honesty of stealing horses, and now thought only of the possibility
that they might not succeed in such purpose.

Hastening to the rendezvous at full speed, he found Jacob awaiting him
and displaying every evidence of agitation and impatience.

"I thought you would never come," he whispered eagerly. "We have no
time to lose, for I have seen more than a thousand soldiers in the
ranks ready for a march."

"And I have heard exactly how many are to go; but we must hurry to
the Tory's stable, for there is no time to lose!" and Enoch urged his
comrade forward, telling him while they walked so swiftly as to be
almost running that which he had learned.

"No two boys ever had such an opportunity as we've got now!" Jacob
said triumphantly. "If we can be the first to carry the news to General
Lafayette, it will be a work that even General Washington would thank
us for! We shall find no difficulty in enlisting in any regiment we
choose, and who knows but we'll be made officers?"

"I don't understand how that could be, when we are not even soldiers;
a man must have had experience before he can command others."

"Couldn't we soon gain that?"

"We'd better give all our attention to getting the horses. If we
succeed in finding General Lafayette I shall have reward enough, and a
commission as colonel wouldn't make me any happier."

"I'd rather be an officer than a private," Jacob replied decidedly,
"and we're now in a fair way to wear swords."

The pace at which they were traveling was not well suited for a
prolonged conversation, and the boys were panting so heavily that
it was absolutely necessary to remain silent until they were in the
vicinity of the Tory's stable.

The building was situated a hundred yards or more from the dwelling,
and no one could be seen in the vicinity.

Jacob forced his companion to halt where a clump of bushes hid them
from view of any one who might pass that way, until they had regained
their breath, and then said hurriedly:

"I know the man who takes care of the horses. He boards at the third
house from here, and doesn't often come back in the evening after his
day's work is done. The stable door opens toward Wharton's house, and
our greatest danger will be in getting the animals out. I'll go ahead;
if you fail to hear anything for five minutes, follow me."

"Go on; don't waste any more time, for if the soldiers set out ahead of
us we shall find it difficult to pass them."

Master Ludwick made his way toward the building as if stealing horses
was a work with which he was thoroughly conversant, and when the
specified time had elapsed Enoch followed.

The fact that a play was being performed at the theater, and also
that nearly all the male population of the city were congregated in
the business portion of the town discussing this unexpected move on
Lafayette's part, was of material aid to the boys in their undertaking.

Not a light could be seen in the Tory's home, and it was situated so
far out of the city there was little fear pedestrians would pass at
that hour in the evening.

When Enoch entered the barn he understood by the subdued noise that
Master Ludwick was bridling a horse, and he whispered:

"Are there two here?"

"Yes; I've got a bridle on one, and if you'll hold him I'll take out
the other. We can't stop to find saddles."

"There's no need of anything of that kind, but I think we should have
something in the shape of whips, in case we're pursued."

"We can find a stick once we are clear of the city. Have you got hold
of the bridle?"

"Yes; I'll take care of this fellow. Get the other quickly, for if any
one should come now we'd be in a bad plight. I had rather be in prison
as a spy than a horse thief."

That Jacob was familiar with the interior of the stable was proved by
the celerity of his movements.

Although Enoch was in that frame of mind when the seconds drag like
minutes, it seemed to him as if he had but just taken charge of the
first animal before his comrade had the other in the floor.

There was hardly time for one to have counted twenty when Master
Ludwick opened the stable door cautiously as he whispered:

"Mount, Enoch, and ride at a walk until we are so far away that the
hoof-beats won't be heard in case any of the family should chance to be
at home. Remember, we must keep together as long as possible; but if it
happens that we are separated, each must do his best at finding General
Lafayette's camp!"

"Don't stop to give orders now, but come on!" Enoch replied nervously
as he mounted, and in another moment the young patriots were riding
slowly up the street.

Neither dared to speak, and the noise of the animals' feet on the hard
road sounded so loud in their ears that it seemed as if any one half a
mile away must hear it.

Both the boys understood, however, that considerably more noise would
be made if they allowed their horses to trot, and, dangerous though
the position was, they reined their steeds down to a walk until fully
a quarter of a mile had been traversed, when Jacob said grimly:

"It's time to let them out now, and if we are caught it won't be
because we haven't been cautious enough!"

The horses, impatient at having been restrained, darted forward swiftly
when the reins were loosened, and Enoch cried in delight:

"They are in the proper trim for rapid traveling, and we should be able
to keep ahead of foot soldiers, for, of course, we are in advance of
them."

"I don't believe the Britishers have started yet, and it's almost
certain there is no enemy between us and the American force. We've just
the same as won our swords already!"

"Never mind the swords if we----"

Enoch ceased speaking very suddenly as a voice, coming apparently from
the thicket that bordered the road, cried sternly:

"Halt! Halt or I fire!"

Instead of making any reply Jacob struck his horse with both heels,
darting ahead of Enoch for the time being, and in another instant the
command rang out:

"Fire! Then see that they do not escape!"

"They're mounted men!" Enoch cried in fear as he bent over the neck of
the horse, involuntarily glancing back just as a broad sheet of flame
lighted up the trees a short distance in the rear, and he heard the
whistling of bullets over his head almost at the same instant that the
reports of the weapons rang out.

"Are you hurt, Jake?" he cried anxiously.

"Not so much as a scratch; but this isn't the time to talk. Those
fellows have horses, and it's a question how long these can hold out.
Wharton never was known to keep very good stock, so father says."

Enoch was not exactly in that frame of mind where he could best
speculate upon the faults or merits of the Tory's horses; but he was
thoroughly aware that he and his comrade would soon have a very good
idea of the abilities of these two animals as compared with those in
the rear.

Glancing back hurriedly the boy saw a group of horsemen in sharp
pursuit, and he decided there could not be less than half a dozen, all
of whom were in uniform.

The thought came into his mind that this party had been posted on the
road to prevent any one from carrying information to the enemy, and
now, when it was too late, he remembered that he and Jacob had twice
before been turned back by a patrol at this very point.

"We should have remembered it," he said to himself. "It would not have
been much out of our way if we had ridden across the field, and then we
shouldn't be pressing our horses at their best speed when the journey
has but just begun."

It was too late now to indulge in regrets. The pursuers were making
every effort to end the chase quickly, and there was good reason to
believe the weapons would again be used, when a chance shot might end
the chase by crippling one of the animals even if it failed to hit a
human target.

Enoch was not urging the steed he rode to its best pace, but contented
himself with holding the advantage he had over the enemy; while Jacob
had used his heels as spurs to such effect that his horse was far in
advance.

During half an hour the race was continued, and then the animals showed
signs of fatigue. Now it was necessary for Enoch to urge his on, while
Jacob's, less fresh because of the first great burst of speed, was
slowly falling to the rear.

"I won't run away from you," Enoch said encouragingly. "Their horses
must be as tired as ours; but if they've got better wind, I'll be by
your side when we're overtaken."

"No, no, you mustn't do that!" Jacob cried sharply. "If only one can
get through the work will be done, and I deserve to be overhauled
because I sent this beast ahead at such a furious rate when we first
started. Do your best to give them the slip, and pay no attention to
me; but when you see Seth again tell him I tried to do as much for the
cause as he did."

"I shall stay by you," Enoch said decidedly as he reined in his horse.
"They are getting no nearer, and--Look out!"

The warning cry had hardly been uttered when the reports of muskets or
pistols rang out once more; but this time the whistling of the bullets
could not be heard.

"They have lost ground!" Enoch cried joyfully. "Don't punish your horse
so much, but slacken the pace a bit till he gets his wind. We'll best
them yet."

Again and again the weapons were discharged, but the boys no longer
bent their heads, for they were out of range, and the race was
well-nigh won.

Five minutes later the pursuers were lost to view in the distance, and
Jacob cried in a tone of relief:

"We've outridden them at last; but if they had held on five minutes
longer, it would have been all over, so far as I'm concerned, for I
don't believe this beast could have held a trot half a mile more."

"Let him walk awhile, and we'll keep a good lookout in case they should
make another try for us. Do you know the roads hereabouts?"

"Yes; all of them. If it was daylight you could see my home from the
next hill. There is no short cut hereabouts that they can take to get
ahead of us, and we're certain to go through all right!"




CHAPTER VIII.

BARREN HILL.


The boys now had good reason to believe that the most difficult portion
of their work was accomplished.

It was not probable they would meet any of the enemy while riding
in this direction, and all that now remained was to find General
Lafayette's command.

This last both the boys fancied might be easily done, for Jacob was
familiar with the roads in that section of the country, and should be
able to lead the way to the camping-place.

The horses would be recovering from the effects of their long race if
allowed to continue on at a walk, and such gentle exercise, heated as
they were, was better than to bring them to a halt.

"I reckon we've earned our swords," Jacob said, after he was satisfied
the enemy had abandoned the pursuit and there was no longer any danger
to be apprehended. "It's mighty lucky for us we met that spy on the day
of the carnival!"

"I think we'd better finish the work before crowing very loud,"
Enoch replied with a laugh. "As to whether we are given swords or
not troubles me very little, for I had rather be a private than an
officer."

"That's because you don't know how much easier it is to command than be
commanded."

"But how is it when a fellow doesn't know how to command?"

"He can soon learn."

"Well, it doesn't seem to me there is any good reason why we should
discuss the matter, for the swords haven't been offered us, and perhaps
never will be."

"If we don't receive them it'll be because our services are not
appreciated. Hark! Do you hear anything?" and Jacob reined his steed to
a standstill as he listened intently.

Far up the road, in the direction where the boys supposed the advance
of the Continental army was encamped, could be heard the hoof-beats of
horses, sounding nearer and nearer each instant.

"They are coming this way!" Master Ludwick said at length. "Do you
suppose it is possible our friends have any idea of making an attack on
General Howe's forces?"

"They must do that, or be prepared to resist one. Now if ever is the
time when our news will be of value."

The boys rode forward confident the approaching travelers were friends,
and a few moments later two mounted men could be seen dimly in the
gloom, approaching at a quick, but not hurried, pace.

"Hello, friends!" Jacob shouted, guiding his horse to the middle of the
road as if to bar the passage.

The newcomers halted suddenly, and one of them asked in a low tone,
speaking to his companion:

"Who have we here? Surely it cannot be that any of the enemy are so far
from the city."

"We are friends if you are members of the Continental army," Jacob
cried.

"And that is what we are; but why do you take the middle of the road as
if to dispute our right to pass?"

"I am the son of Christopher Ludwick, and this fellow with me is Enoch
Ball. We have ridden at risk of our lives, having been chased and fired
at by a squad of Britishers, to give General Lafayette news of the
enemy's movements."

Jacob spoke in an important tone, much as though the sword he dreamed
of was already hanging by his side, and had even now assumed a swagger
such as he thought essential in an officer of the army.

"We have just come from the general's headquarters, bound for New
Jersey; but if your information is of importance it may be to our
advantage to turn back. Are the enemy informed of General Lafayette's
movements?"

"General Howe knows all about it; the Quaker at whose house the marquis
quartered himself sent in the full particulars. From all we could
learn, two forces, one of five thousand and the other of two thousand
men, have been sent against you."

"Have been sent?" one of the officers repeated. "Do you mean they have
already started?"

"I saw more than a thousand in the ranks ready for marching before we
came away, and they must have left town about the same time we did."

"But how are you so certain as to the exact number?"

"Enoch heard General Grant talking with one of his staff, and the
Britisher said General Howe was so sure of capturing the marquis that
he had invited his friends to meet the prisoner at supper to-morrow
night."

The two men spoke together in whispers a few seconds, and then he who
had acted the part of spokesman asked:

"Are you the boys who were imprisoned on the charge of having aided
young Graydon to escape?"

"We are."

"Then there seems to be no question as to the truth of your
statement----"

"The truth of it?" Jacob interrupted. "Why, we saw the soldiers ready
for the march."

"Will you come with us to General Lafayette?"

"Of course we will! It was to find him that we set out."

The two officers wheeled their steeds, and began to retrace their steps
at a rapid pace, the boys following close behind.

After a few moments one of them, half-turning in his saddle, asked how
the young messengers had procured horses, and Jacob readily told him
the story of despoiling the Tory.

"You boys have begun well in the service of the cause, and if you
continue with the same zeal, should be able to give a good account of
yourselves before the struggle is ended."

"That is what we hope to do," Enoch replied, and Jacob whispered to his
comrade:

"He didn't say anything about our being given commissions for this
night's work."

"And it isn't likely any one else will," Enoch replied with a laugh.
"It should be enough for us that we have rendered an important service,
and it seems selfish to be talking of a reward even before the work has
been done."

"We'll see what General Lafayette thinks about it," and Jacob spoke
in a tone of irritation, after which he relapsed into silence, not
venturing to speak again until the little party had arrived at an
encampment completely surrounding a small farmhouse, before which the
officers drew rein.

Sentries were pacing to and fro in front of the building, and the boys
understood that they were at General Lafayette's quarters, the owner of
which was the person who had sent information to the British commander.

Not until after considerable parley were they admitted to a room strewn
with military accouterments, in the center of which stood a table
bearing the remnants of a meal.

Here they were forced to wait several moments, after which a young, not
particularly prepossessing-looking man entered, only partially dressed.

The two officers saluted him with evident respect, while Jacob and
Enoch showed signs of dissatisfaction.

It did not seem possible to them that this boyish-appearing officer
could be the famous Frenchman of whom they had heard so much, and both
were sadly disappointed, because, as they believed, an interview with
the commander himself was to be denied them.

"This is General Lafayette," one of the officers said to Jacob, "and
you can tell him your story."

"This the general?" Master Ludwick cried in amazement.

"You expected to see an old man?" Lafayette asked with a smile.

"Well, I didn't think you was--I mean, it didn't seem--I thought you
might----"

"Never mind what you thought, my friend. If you have important
information to give it will be well if I hear that at once, and your
opinion regarding myself can be told at a more convenient season."

Jacob was so thoroughly confused as not to be able to tell a connected
story, and it became necessary for Enoch to act as spokesman, a post he
filled with great satisfaction to all, except, perhaps, his comrade,
who was angry with himself because he had foolishly allowed his
surprise to so far overcome him as to tie his tongue.

"So I am to take supper with General and Lord Howe and their friends,
am I?" Lafayette said as if to himself when Enoch's story was ended.
"With seven thousand men against us the situation may be desperate, but
I do not think I shall go to Philadelphia this night."

Then he gave hurried commands to his officers, and when the two left
the room he turned to the young messengers with a smile which changed
the entire expression of his face, and caused Enoch to believe he had
never seen a more kindly gentleman.

"You have done nobly to bring this news, which is most important not
only to me personally, but to the cause we all serve. As to the theft
of the horses, you need give yourselves no uneasiness. I will send
word to Mr. Wharton at the earliest convenient moment, stating that I
impressed them into the service of the United States, and forward him
an order for the payment of the animals. It will be better you should
remain with this command awhile, since it may be dangerous for you to
go in either direction alone. Procure from the quartermaster food for
yourselves and the beasts, and take such rest as is possible until we
make a move."

Enoch understood that the bow with which they were favored was an
intimation that the interview had come to an end, and at once went
toward the door; but Jacob remained facing the general as if his
business was not yet concluded.

"Have you anything more to tell me?" Lafayette asked.

"I thought perhaps you counted on saying something else," Master
Ludwick stammered.

"I think we have finished our business. Perhaps at some future time we
may have a better opportunity for conversation."

After this Jacob could do no less than follow his companion, and when
they were outside the building he said, in a tone of dissatisfaction:

"It don't seem to me that we got much thanks for what we've done."

"What could you want more? We know that perhaps we have been the means
of saving this whole command from capture."

"That's exactly what we have done, and yet he didn't say a word about
giving us a sword, or even a corporal's commission."

"You expected too much. If General Lafayette is willing to give his
services to a people who were strangers to him, he has a right to
believe that a couple of boys like us are willing to serve our country
without reward."

Jacob was about to make what might have been an angry reply, when he
was suddenly seized from behind in what was no unfriendly embrace, as
a familiar voice cried:

"I counted on seeing you fellows as soon as you were let out of jail;
but didn't think you'd steal up on us in the night. Have you been
trying to get an interview with General Lafayette at this hour?"

It was Seth who spoke, and several minutes elapsed before the three
boys had so far concluded their greetings as to be able to carry on a
coherent conversation.

Then, in obedience to his friends' urging, Seth explained how he had
succeeded in reaching the American lines on the night they parted with
him on the outskirts of Philadelphia.

It was not such a story as would cause much excitement, owing to the
lack of adventure. From the moment he left them until he was at Valley
Forge he saw nothing of the enemy. The food provided by Mrs. Ball was
ample for all his wants, and the journey which he had believed would be
bristling with danger was hardly more than a pleasing excursion.

He had been received with a hearty welcome by the Americans, who,
through their spies in Philadelphia, had heard of his dangerous
situation, and was allowed to enlist in whatever branch of the service
he desired. He enrolled himself in the New Jersey militia, commanded by
General Dickinson, because among them were several acquaintances, and
had done a soldier's duty from that day.

Jacob expressed considerable surprise that he had not been rewarded in
some way because of all he had suffered, and Seth's reply occasioned
Master Ludwick no slight amount of astonishment.

"That would have been strange indeed, to reward me for simply trying to
do something in aid of the cause."

"But you gave information which must have been valuable to the
Americans."

"It was, so I have since been told, and surely such knowledge is
sufficient reward."

"I ain't so certain about that," Master Ludwick replied doubtfully.
"Now I had an idea that Enoch and I would be made officers at the very
least, because of bringing news which may prevent General Lafayette
from being made prisoner; but if you haven't got so much as a uniform
for all you've been through with, perhaps we shan't fare any better."

Seth laughed long and loud at the idea that Jacob had expected to be
made an officer in the Continental army before he had even so much as
handled a musket, and said, when his mirth had subsided sufficiently to
admit of his speaking:

"After you are in the ranks you'll learn that such rewards as you
expected could not well be given, unless the army was to be used as
an ornament, instead of for fighting. I suppose of course you will
enlist?"

"It looks as if that was all we could do," Enoch replied. "It wouldn't
be safe for us to go back to the city, for some one of the squad that
pursued us might remember our faces. Yes, the time has come when we
should become soldiers, and it seems to be more than ever our duty
since we are within the American lines by accident."

"And you will enlist in the regiment to which I belong?"

"It seems as if we should be with the Pennsylvania troops."

"I don't understand that it can make any particular difference, for you
will do your duty in one place as well as another."

"Of course we want to be with you," Jacob added thoughtfully, "and
if you really believe there's no chance of our being made officers, I
suppose we can't do better than join your company."

"Then you may as well sign the rolls at once, for I question if General
Lafayette will recommend you for promotion until you know what a
private's duty is. Did you see one of our friends in Philadelphia, whom
I sent to you?"

"Do you mean a man who was dressed as a farm-hand, and came into the
market to sell vegetables?"

"Yes."

"We met him on the day the Britishers had their celebration, or
whatever it may be called. Who is he?"

"A member of the company to which I belong; a true patriot, and one
who is willing to risk his life over and over again if by so doing he
can aid the cause. His name is Robert Greene, and when I heard that
he wanted to be directed to several people in the city who might be
able to give him information, I told him about you. The fact that the
Britishers kept you in jail so long was sufficient evidence you were to
be depended upon."

Then Seth insisted that his comrades tell him the story of their
troubles after he escaped, but before his curiosity could be fully
satisfied the entire camp was aroused.

It was nearly time for the sun to rise, and General Lafayette had
begun making preparations to escape from the trap into which he had
voluntarily walked.

Three messengers from different points had come into camp to give
notice of the British advance, and the commander knew by this time that
Grant's troops were halted at the forks of the roads leading, one to
Barren Hill, and the other to Matson's Ford. It was also learned that a
considerable number of men had been sent to Chestnut Hill, while Grey
with his force of two thousand was at the ford, less than three miles
in front of Lafayette's right flank.

Thus it was that the Americans were almost completely surrounded,
the only avenue of escape left open being by way of Matson's Ford,
the approach to which was very near where Grant had halted his five
thousand men.

The older soldiers whom the boys heard discussing the situation were of
the opinion that General Lafayette was in a trap from which he could
not escape, and, in fact, the majority of the Americans believed they
must soon be made prisoners of war, which would be a small disaster as
compared to the blow given the American arms before the summer campaign
was fairly opened.

"It begins to look as if we had jumped out of the frying-pan into
the fire," Jacob said as he stood with his comrades listening to the
comments of those around him. "We're likely to go back to Philadelphia
sooner than we counted on, and Mr. Wharton will be after us as horse
thieves."

"Come with me," Seth suggested. "I do not believe General Lafayette
is in as bad a fix as some try to make out; but if he is, it will be
better for you to be captured with muskets in your hands, rather than
as fellows who came here solely to bring information of the enemy's
movements."

"How can we do that while we have the horses? I don't propose to give
them up unless we're forced to, and that is what would happen if we
followed you."

There was no longer time for Seth to discuss the matter with his
friends. The drums were beating the call for the men to "fall in," and
he was forced to take his proper station in the line.

While Jacob hesitated, and Enoch was doing his best to persuade him
that it would be wisest to leave the horses to their fate, the booming
of heavy guns close at hand startled the boys, and Master Ludwick was
looking anxiously around for some convenient way of escape, believing
the British close upon them, when one of the officers they had stopped
on the road came up.

"You look frightened," he said laughingly.

"That's just what I am," Jacob replied grimly. "I don't want to be
taken back to the city as a horse thief, and it now seems as if that
was what is about to be done."

"There is no cause for fear yet awhile. Those cannon are being served
by our men, and I allow they will deceive the Britishers, even though
no great execution follows."

"But it sounds like a regular battle."

"I admit that, my boy; but unless I am mistaken we shan't see anything
in the way of an engagement this morning."

"Do you think General Lafayette will----"

"Have patience and you shall see what is to be done. The troops will
soon begin to move toward Matson's Ford, and you two had better make
your way in that direction at once."

"But some of the soldiers said the Britishers were very near there."

"So they are; but I fancy we can prevent them from knowing what is
being done until our troops are in a place of safety, for, as a matter
of course, there can be no question of pitting twenty-five hundred men
against more than seven thousand. Take my advice, and get to the ford
as soon as possible."

Enoch insisted that their wisest course was to act upon the officer's
suggestion, and although Jacob appeared to think he should receive
personal orders from General Lafayette regarding himself, he finally
did as his comrade desired, and, mounted on Mr. Wharton's horses, they
followed the main body of the troops.

Not until after the movement had been successfully executed, and
all the men and baggage withdrawn to a place of safety, did the boys
understand how it was done. Then the maneuver was explained to them by
a soldier whose acquaintance they made during that day.

"Lafayette proved himself adequate to the occasion. In a moment, as
it were, his dangers were revealed, and the one possible means of
extrication resorted to. Dispositions were made in the churchyard
as though to receive Grey; his artillery, by a well-directed fire,
encouraged the idea that he purposed to engage. His real aim was, of
course, flight, and by the ford; but to attain it he must pass within a
short distance of Grant, who was nearer to it than himself. He feigned
movements as though for an attack, and by an occasional display of
the heads of columns he for a time persuaded the Englishman that an
action was imminent. Meantime the troops, as fast as they could come
up, were hurrying across the ford, until at last the artillery and
a body of Oneida savages only remained on this side of the stream.
These were also now brought over, and on the high ground beyond our
men were secure. Grant at last came up, and ordered the advance to
move on, but too late. They saw but a party of our troops dotting the
surface of the water like the floats of a seine. The prey had escaped.
Grant was hopelessly in the rear; and when Grey's column closed in
there was nothing between the British lines. The only skirmishing even
that seems to have occurred was between a body of light-horse and the
Oneidas. Neither had ever encountered a like foe; and when the cavalry
unexpectedly rode among the savages, the whooping and scampering of
the one, and the flashing swords and curveting steeds of the other
party, excited such a common terror that both fled with the utmost
precipitation. Irritated and empty-handed Howe marched back to town,
with no one but his own officers to blame for his ill-success."[B]

Footnote:

[B] Winthrop Sargent's "Life of John Andre."




CHAPTER IX.

ROBERT GREENE.


During the retreat to Valley Forge Jacob and Enoch did not see Seth,
who, as a matter of course, remained with his regiment.

The two boys who had brought the earliest information regarding General
Howe's movements rode the horses taken from the Tory, and, therefore,
were not inconvenienced by the forced march; but they had good
opportunity of learning something concerning a private soldier's duties
and labors which they had never realized before.

"Now you can see that I wasn't such a very big fool because I wanted
to be an officer," Jacob said as they neared the encampment at Valley
Forge. "Look at the privates staggering under a load big enough for a
horse, while those who have commissions ride or walk at their leisure,
with nothing to carry but a sword."

"I didn't laugh at you for _wanting_ to be an officer, but because you
seemed to think it would be easy to perform the duties of one."

"I'm not certain that I shall enlist unless General Lafayette gives us
a better show than the rest have got."

Enoch looked at him in astonishment.

"Do you mean that you hesitate to become a soldier now we are where it
is possible to enlist?"

"That's it exactly. If nothing turns up in our favor, I shall
think twice before signing the rolls," Jacob replied with an air of
complacency, much as if he believed his enlisting would be of the most
vital importance to the cause.

"What will your father say when he learns that you do not care to be a
soldier? He must be here at Valley Forge, and most likely we shall soon
see him."

"When father knows that we are given the cold shoulder after doing the
work we did last night he will think as I do."

"I shall join the company of which Seth is a member, and you had better
do the same thing. Of course we can't stay here in the encampment
unless we enlist."

"Don't be in too much of a hurry to tie yourself down; but wait until
I have seen father."

Enoch would have much preferred to enroll himself as a private in the
Continental army without delay; but Jacob urged him so strongly to
wait at least twenty-four hours that he could not refuse without giving
offense to his comrade.

"What are we to do?" he asked as they rode into the encampment in
advance of the retreating force, being allowed to enter the lines after
explaining who they were, and why they had come.

"You stay near here, while I look for father. He will find us a place
in which to sleep to-night, and supply us with food."

"Shall you be gone long?"

"It doesn't seem likely; but you must stay near here, for I should
never find you if you strayed away. I had no idea there were so many
men in the Continental camp."

"Did you think the army would be composed of Seth, you, and I, and all
three of us holding commissions because by chance we did our duty?"

"Perhaps you won't make sport of me to-morrow at this time, and it may
be you'll learn that I wasn't very far wrong when I said we should be
rewarded for our services."

"We won't discuss that matter again," Enoch replied laughingly,
"otherwise you may not find your father to-day. Don't be gone any
longer than necessary, for it won't be particularly jolly standing
around here holding a horse that ought to have his breakfast."

"I'll be back as soon as I can," Jacob cried as he rode away, and Enoch
turned his attention to the returning troops, finding much to interest
him as the different regiments marched into the encampment, filing to
the right or the left to occupy their old quarters.

He saw Seth as the latter's company came up among the last, and, but
for his promise to Jacob, would have followed in order to learn where
his friend might be found later.

Finally the last of the soldiers arrived; the camp resumed its wonted
air, much as though twenty-five hundred men had not marched out full of
hope, and come back again dispirited, if not disheartened.

One, two, three hours passed, and Jacob was yet absent.

Enoch had about decided to leave his unprofitable station, regardless
of the trouble it might cause Master Ludwick to find him, and seek out
Seth, when he was accosted by a soldier whose face looked familiar, but
whose identity he could not recall.

"So you got into the Continental camp sooner than you expected, eh? It
was a good bit of work you did, but, save for the urgency of the case,
I could wish you had never left town."

"It seems to me I have met you before; but I can't remember where," and
Enoch looked at the man scrutinizingly.

"It isn't strange you should fail to know me in this garb; I was
dressed as a farmer when you saw me last."

"You are the one who talked with us on the day of the carnival!"

"Exactly, and now perhaps you can understand why I am sorry because it
became necessary for you to leave town."

"Yet we couldn't do very much toward helping you in your work."

"What you have done since last evening shows of how much assistance
you might be. Two boys can loiter here or there without exciting the
suspicion which would naturally be aroused if a man was observed doing
the same thing."

"I can't say I'm sorry we came away. It seemed necessary we should do
so----"

"And so it was, my boy. You did just right in getting to Barren Hill at
the earliest possible moment."

"It was Jacob's idea. I do not believe I should have thought of getting
the horses but for him, and he planned the whole affair."

"Yet he is dissatisfied because General Lafayette did not embrace
and kiss him on both cheeks, at the same time making him at least a
colonel, isn't he?"

Enoch laughed heartily, and finally asked curiously:

"How did you know anything about that?"

"It comes natural for me to pry into every one's business, and it may
be I heard you two talking, or read it in Master Ludwick's face. But
why is it you do not expect a rich reward?"

"Because we have simply performed our duty, and when that is done in
behalf of the cause one is rewarded by the knowledge that he has been
of some service."

"It would be better for the cause if more were of your way of
thinking," Greene said in a low tone, and added quickly, "What do you
propose to do now?"

"Enlist."

"In what branch of the service?"

"I would like to be with Seth Graydon, and, if possible, shall join his
company."

"What does Master Ludwick say to that plan?"

"He has gone to consult with his father, and I am waiting here for his
return."

"If he finds old Chris, and complains because he has not been
rewarded, I predict that he will come back with a sore body, for our
baker-general is a true-blooded American even though he was born in
Germany, and will not have any patience with such ideas as his son
entertains. Tell me, Enoch Ball, would you be willing to serve your
country in another way than by becoming a soldier?"

"I would do anything in my power."

"Now more than ever is it necessary we should know all that is being
done in Philadelphia. Clinton is soon to take command of the British
army, and no one can guess what his policy will be. It would not
be safe for Seth Graydon to volunteer for such work, because the
Britishers would hang him off-hand if he ever fell into their clutches;
I'm not certain I could trust Master Ludwick implicitly, but I would
like you for a comrade."

"But I am known in town."

"Not to so many that it would interfere with your doing all that might
be required. If you should return home at once--this very day--it would
not be difficult to persuade suspicious ones that you had never left
the city."

Enoch was almost frightened by the proposition. He understood how
much danger would be attached to such work, and fancied the enemy
knew perfectly well who had carried the first information to General
Lafayette; but yet he replied in as firm a tone as he could assume:

"I am ready to do anything, or go anywhere that is best for the cause."

"It is bravely spoken, my boy. Do not fear that the enemy are looking
for you; I question very much if General Howe or his officers have the
slightest idea that any information was carried to General Lafayette,
save by the country people who saw the forces on the march. Will you be
ready to go back with me this evening?"

"Yes; I only want to see Seth and Jacob a moment, and it is not really
necessary I should do even that, for I could leave word I would soon
come back."

"There is no reason why you shouldn't wait till Master Ludwick returns,
and then I will show you where Seth's regiment is encamped."

Greene seated himself on the ground as if perfectly willing to remain
there any length of time, and after tying the horse's bridle to the
wheel of a cannon Enoch sat down beside the spy.

"How long have you been doing this kind of work?" he asked.

"Playing the spy, do you mean? I began last fall, when our army went
into winter-quarters. There was some fear then that General Howe
might take a notion to stir our folks up at a time when they were
having about all they could do to keep body and soul together, without
thinking of fighting, and I volunteered for the work. It seemed
dangerous at first, as it now does to you; but I soon got over that
idea, and grew to like the task."

"You would be hanged if captured?"

"True, and it is not a pleasant way of going out of the world; but I am
in no more danger of death than if I went into a battle, and some one
must do the work."

"Yet Seth was captured the very first time he tried to give our friends
information."

"That may be accounted for by the fact that he was not a spy; if he had
been he would never have allowed the Continentals to escort him where
he might be seen by the enemy. A man engaged in such business does not
take any unnecessary chances, and is always on the alert lest his true
character be discovered. That which I propose you shall do, however,
is not as dangerous as it now appears, and I am positive you will not
dislike it. Tell me, have you seen nothing since you met the army to
dispel the supposed charm of a soldier's life?"

"I never thought there could be any sport in being a soldier, and what
I have seen is only such as I have believed was the fact. Why is it
that I have not met more officers?"

"Perhaps because Lafayette's advance was not considered an important
movement, and, therefore, he had only his own staff with him. You would
see plenty of generals by staying here a few days, and some of them as
useless as they are gaudy in dress."

"It seems that you are not friendly with all of them," Enoch said with
a smile.

"I am only a private, therefore could not be on intimate terms with the
most humble of them; but I have seen very much, and heard more, since
I began to play the spy, that shakes my faith in some of the officers
under General Washington, and the one I most distrust is he who is next
in rank to the commander-in-chief."

"What do you mean?" and now Enoch's curiosity was excited.

"Hark ye, lad, it is not for me to speak against my superior officer,
whether he be a captain or a general, but if you and I are to work
together you should know it, for I want you to keep your ears open
very wide whenever his name is mentioned, particularly by those who
are enemies to the cause. He it is that I fear more than I do Howe or
Clinton."

"What is his name?"

Greene bent forward that he might whisper in his comrade's ear:

"Charles Lee, senior major-general under our Washington."

"I have heard of him."

"Where?" the spy asked eagerly, as if believing he might hear something
to still further confirm his suspicions.

"I can't say; but perhaps it was no more than the mention of his name
as one of General Washington's officers. Tell me about him."

"As I said before, it does not become a soldier to speak ill of his
superior officer; but you shall hear what the world knows about General
Lee. He was formerly in the British army, and served under Burgoyne in
Portugal, where he was made lieutenant-colonel. He was with Braddock
when that officer was defeated on the banks of the Monongahela, and
with Abercrombie at Ticonderoga. After that he lived for some time
with the Mohawk Indians, and was such a restless, jealous, quarrelsome
man that they gave him the name 'Boiling Water.' He left the king's
service, and came over here in '73, claiming to be in sympathy with
the colonists, and succeeding so well in his pretensions, or his
faith, whichever you choose to call it, that when the Continental army
was organized he received a commission as major-general. That didn't
satisfy him, patriot though he claimed to be, and he demanded that
Congress make good to him any loss he might sustain by reason of having
given up his commission with the British army. In '76 Congress loaned
him thirty thousand dollars, without any security other than his own
name on a bond."

"He got a good price for his services. Why, even General Washington
himself hasn't been given that much!"

"No, nor any part of it, outside of his pay. Now what has Lee done for
the cause? When General Washington was pursued across New Jersey in
'76 by Cornwallis, Lee followed with a heavy force; but although called
upon again and again by the commander-in-chief to strike a blow at the
pursuers, he refused to obey--or neglected to do so, which amounts to
the same thing."

"Why?"

"Perhaps because he hoped some disaster would befall General
Washington, and he be given command of the army. Then, long after
Cornwallis gave up the chase, Lee hung around New Jersey until he found
a chance--that's the way I put it--found a chance to be captured by
a small British scouting party, and was taken prisoner to New York.
He was soon hand in glove with General Howe and his officers, and
there are many of our people who say he told all he knew regarding our
condition and plans. Then came the farce of exchanging him for some
officer we had captured, and only two weeks or less ago he showed his
cloven foot again, according to my way of thinking."

"In what way?"

"The Congress ordered that the oath of allegiance be administered to
the officers here at Valley Forge before the beginning of the campaign,
and Lee was forced to come up with the others. When he and two or
three more had their hands on the Bible, he took his off when General
Washington began to read the oath. The commander waited for him to put
his hand back, and he withdrew it again before the words could be read.
Then General Washington asked what he meant, and he said--these are
the very words as they were told me by one who was there--'As to King
George I am ready enough to absolve myself from all allegiance to him,
but I have some scruples about the Prince of Wales.'"

"What did he mean by that?"

"According to my idea it was only an excuse to get out of taking the
oath, but those present seemed to think it only one of his odd traits,
and passed it over as something not to be remembered. I bear it in
mind, though, and want you to do the same if you are ever where it is
possible to learn anything regarding him."

"But it isn't the duty of a private to watch his superior officers,"
Enoch ventured to suggest.

"It is in this case, for I look on General Charles Lee as a man who
can, and will, if he gets the chance, do more against the cause than
even Howe himself."

Enoch was impressed by what Greene had told him; but he did not believe
it could ever be possible for him to detect an officer, second in rank
only to the commander-in-chief, in treasonable practices. Besides, it
appeared to him a very disgraceful duty to impose upon a boy who was
not yet a soldier, and, perhaps, would have remonstrated, but that
Jacob appeared just at that moment.

Master Ludwick was not looking particularly cheerful, and Greene
whispered as he approached:

"I'll venture to say that old Chris the baker has been giving his son
a lesson on the patriotic idea of expecting a rich reward whenever he
chances to be of service to the cause. Old Chris isn't that sort of a
man."

It seemed very much as if the spy was correct in his guess, for Jacob
had nothing more to say against enlisting, but appeared anxious to know
when Enoch proposed to sign the rolls.

"Have you decided to do so?"

"Yes," was the curt reply.

"To-night?"

"If I don't there won't be much chance of getting rations."

"But I thought you counted on staying with your father?"

"I have changed my mind," Jacob replied as if the subject was not a
pleasant one.

"What have you done with your horse?"

"Father thought he ought to be turned over to the army, and then I
couldn't be accused of stealing him for my own benefit."

"I reckon I'd better do the same thing," Enoch said, trying not to
smile when Greene indulged in an expressive wink. "Where can it be
done?"

"I'll show you the ropes, or, what is better, do the business for you,"
the spy replied. "I reckon you want to see Seth Graydon a spell before
we leave?"

"That is what I would like to do."

"Go in that direction," and Greene pointed to the right, "until you
have passed a lot of cannon; then turn to the left, and you'll be in
the midst of the Jersey boys. I shall find you there, and we'll call on
General Dickinson before starting."

"What did he mean?" Jacob asked as the spy walked away with Mr.
Wharton's steed. "Are you counting on going anywhere?"

Enoch explained to his comrade what it was Greene had proposed, and
concluded by saying:

"We'll have a talk with Seth. If he thinks I can really be of as much
service in the city as here, I shall go."

"And I'll be with you! This enlisting ain't what I've always thought it
was, and if I can get out of camp without father's knowing it, I'll be
all right."

"Without his knowing it? Do you think he would object to your going
back?"

"I don't _think_ anything about it, 'cause I know. There's no need of
telling any one else, Enoch, but he raised an awful row when I talked
about being an officer, and when I said I guessed I wouldn't enlist he
flew into a terrible rage. He acted as if it would just suit him for me
to be marched out somewhere and shot at."

It was with difficulty Enoch could refrain from laughing at the
disconsolate expression on Jacob's face; but he succeeded in checking
his mirth sufficiently to say in a sympathetic tone:

"Of course he doesn't want you shot, Jacob; but you must remember how
much your father has done for the cause, and I suppose it made him
angry when you spoke of being paid for the little we did last night."

"Made him angry? Why, he flew way off, an' I thought one spell that
he was going to flog me. If I can get away when you do, it'll be all
right."

"I have been told that it isn't possible to walk out of a military camp
whenever you choose. You must have a pass, or something of that kind."

"We didn't have any trouble to get in here."

"Not after we told who we were and that we intended to enlist."

"You said that; I didn't."

"Yes; but you came in, and I don't think it will be very easy to get
out again unless your father knows you are going."

"Then I shall stay here as long as I live, except that fellow Greene
would be willing to say I could do a deal of good in the city. Will you
ask him?"

Enoch promised to do as his friend wished, but at the same time he did
not believe the spy would be very eager for this addition to the party.

The boys had been walking during the conversation, and by the time
it was concluded they had passed the artillery park, arriving at that
portion of the encampment where the New Jersey troops were quartered.

Seth was on the lookout for them, and the warmth of his greeting was
particularly pleasing to Master Ludwick, who felt decidedly sore in
mind.




CHAPTER X.

CONCILIATORY BILLS.


That Seth was proud of being an officer in the Continental army both
Jacob and Enoch understood during the first hour spent in his company.
The fact was clearly apparent in his manner of showing them around
the encampment, explaining the location of the different troops, the
routine of a soldier's life, and displaying his proficiency in the
manual of arms.

"I never had an idea that there was so much to be learned before a
fellow could make any show as a soldier," he said when, the exhibition
drill being ended, he led the two boys to his quarters. "It seemed to
me only necessary to stand in line, or be able to load a musket; but
that is a very small portion of the work."

"I suppose you know it all by this time," Jacob said in an envious tone.

"Indeed I don't. I have only just begun to learn; but if I'm not a good
soldier within a year, it will be because peace is declared too soon,
or I have been wounded or killed. The members of our company are well
trained, and seem willing to help me along."

"If I couldn't find out all there was for a private to know in a week,
I'd give up trying," Master Ludwick declared emphatically.

"Then you may as well never try."

"I'm not certain that I shall."

"What?" and Seth looked thoroughly astonished. "I thought your greatest
desire was to enlist?"

"I've changed my mind about that since last night."

"Since last night? Why, after what you two have done it seems as
if the only thing left was to enlist. You surely can't go back to
Philadelphia----"

"That isn't so certain. Enoch is going with Greene, the spy, and if I
can give father the slip I shall travel in his company."

As a matter of course Seth was eager to understand what Master Ludwick
meant, and in the fewest possible words Enoch explained the proposition
that had been made to him.

"I suppose of course it's your duty to go if you can be of any
service," Seth said slowly; "but I have counted so much on having you
and Jacob for comrades that it will be a big disappointment. It is too
bad for you not to be members of the army now when it seems as if the
end of the struggle was close at hand."

"What has happened to make you think anything of that kind is near?"
Enoch asked in surprise. "Philadelphia is still in the possession
of the British; General Washington has not moved from these his
winter-quarters, and at the very beginning of the campaign General
Lafayette has been forced to retreat."

"But the alliance will make a great difference. Now that we are to have
the assistance of the French troops----"

"What do you mean?" and both Enoch and Jacob looked bewildered.

"Haven't you heard that the French king has acknowledged the
independence of the United States, and declares that he will befriend
us?"

"I knew last winter it was hoped such might be the case, but don't
understand that anything has been effected toward that end as yet."

"Then General Howe has succeeded in keeping the news from our people
better than I supposed possible. You should have been in camp here
from the third to the seventh of this month, and then you would have
understood what hopes every one is building upon the alliance. It was
announced to the army on the third, and on the seventh the soldiers
celebrated the good news."

"I wish our friends in Philadelphia could know of it," Enoch said, half
to himself.

"They will know before a great while, that you may depend upon. It is
rumored here that war is to be declared between France and England,
and that what are called 'conciliatory bills' have been offered in
Parliament."

"What do you mean by conciliatory bills?" Enoch asked in perplexity.

"As it has been explained to me, the British government will make peace
with the colonies----"

"That is what the king will try to do," a voice cried, and, looking
up, the boys saw Greene, the spy, who had approached near enough
to overhear a portion of the conversation without having been seen.
"Nothing short of our independence will, I hope, please our leaders.
The bills you speak of are merely deceptionary measures, so General
Washington says. The king will give us a little more liberty than
we have had; but doesn't propose to allow us to become a nation by
ourselves. You don't seem to be aware of how well we are progressing,
Enoch, my boy. The French king has declared himself our friend; there
is no question but that war will soon be proclaimed between France and
England, and what more particularly concerns you is, that the British
are making preparations to evacuate Philadelphia."

Enoch and Jacob looked at the speaker in surprise which bordered on
bewilderment.

"Do you mean that General Howe will march out of the city when there is
no necessity of his doing so?"

"He will unquestionably march out very shortly; but there is good
reason for the move. He has accomplished nothing by remaining there,
and fears he may find himself in trouble. Four days before the carnival
Howe issued an order for the heavy baggage of the army to be prepared
for embarkation at the shortest notice, and for the soldiers to lighten
their personal luggage. If that doesn't mean that the Britishers are
getting ready for some kind of a move I'm very much mistaken. There
is yet more news for you, boys. It is evidently a fact that peace
commissioners have been appointed by the king, and are now on their way
to this country."

"Can that be possible?" Enoch asked, and Seth nodded his head
triumphantly as he replied:

"You should have been here at Valley Forge to learn the news, not in
the city where the Britishers suppress everything that isn't pleasing.
There can be no question about the commissioners, as Mr. Greene says,
for it is reported in the army that Washington wrote to Congress
regarding the conciliatory bills and the fact that the commissioners
are coming to this country, saying in the letter: 'Nothing short of
independence, it appears to me, will do. A peace on any other terms
would, if I may be allowed the expression, be a peace of war.' You can
see we are progressing famously, and that the time is come when the
king realizes how nearly we have gained our independence."

"Then if I go to the city with Mr. Greene I may be fortunate enough to
see the Britishers marching out?"

"Who can say but that you will be the first to bring the news to this
army that the capital of our country is no longer in possession of the
enemy?" the spy added in a triumphant tone. "Now, I fancy, Master Ball,
you will have no hesitation about doing as I wish?"

"I am ready to go whenever you say the word."

"Then it is time we were making a move. General Dickinson wants to have
a word with you before we go, and I propose to set out as soon as your
interview is ended."

"What about my going too?" Jacob asked eagerly. "Surely I have been
able to do as much as Enoch--perhaps more, for he is willing to confess
that but for me he would never have known where to get horses for last
night's ride."

"That matter is already settled, Master Ludwick," Greene replied with
just a suspicion of a smile. "I committed to your father's care the
horse Enoch rode, for it would have cost me too much time to have
turned him over to the quartermaster in due form, and then promised
that I would not countenance your leaving camp."

"So my father had an idea I would want to go?"

"Yes, when he learned I was to take Enoch."

"He may think he can keep me here; but I doubt it," Master Ludwick
said sharply. "It will be necessary for him to watch me very closely,
because it doesn't appear to be such a hard matter to give him the
slip."

"You may think differently after making the attempt. Do you fancy the
men here are allowed to roam about at will?"

"I reckon I shouldn't have much trouble in getting away if I tried
hard."

"You will soon learn to the contrary, if you make the attempt. At all
events I am bound by my promise not to allow you to accompany Enoch
and I. Seth, if you want to send any word to your mother we may have an
opportunity of speaking with her before many days."

"If Enoch sees her he knows what I would say. I am more than contented,
for I am happy at being a soldier at last, and hope before this
campaign ends I shall have done that which will prove I am true to the
cause."

Greene was not disposed to make any further delay.

His instructions were to be in Philadelphia before the following
morning, and since at least half of the journey must be made on foot,
there was no more than sufficient time remaining to accomplish his
purpose.

Seth and Jacob accompanied Enoch to General Dickinson's quarters, and
waited outside until his interview with the commander of the New Jersey
militia was at an end.

"What did he say to you?" Master Ludwick asked when Enoch finally
emerged from the building.

"Nothing of much importance that I am at liberty to repeat," Enoch
replied guardedly. "He thanked you and I for what we did last
night----"

"I should think it was about time somebody thanked us," Jacob grumbled.

"Surely General Lafayette spoke very kindly."

"Yes; but that is all he did do."

"Well, General Dickinson didn't say very much more, and surely our
night's work wasn't so dangerous after all."

"Weren't we chased and fired at?"

"Yes; but not hit."

"Then I suppose if we had been killed they would have thought we had
done something wonderful," Jacob grumbled.

Enoch did not care to enter into any argument with his friend
concerning a matter which, in his opinion, had already been fully
discussed, and put an end to the conversation by extending his hands to
his comrades as he said:

"Good-by, fellows! If nothing happens to me, and the Britishers do
leave Philadelphia, you'll see me precious soon after they have gone."

"Try mighty hard to be the first to bring us the news," Seth said in a
cheery tone as he pressed Enoch's hand warmly, and Jacob added:

"You two fellows seem to be having all the luck, even though I am the
one who does most of the work."

"You get just as much luck as any of us," Enoch replied, "and perhaps
more than Seth did, for he had to walk all the way to Valley Forge, and
you rode. Now you have a good opportunity to enlist, and I hope you
will do so instead of moping because matters are not exactly to your
liking."

Then Master Ball, motioning to Greene that he was ready for the journey,
set off down the path which led to the main road.

"That boy of Ludwick's has got something in him if he would only give
it a fair chance to come out," the spy said when they were a short
distance away. "The trouble with him is that he made up his mind he had
done a wonderful thing in bringing information of the enemy's movements
last night, and counted so surely on being given a commission as a
reward that it has unfitted him for ordinary duties."

"Jacob means well at heart."

"I believe you, lad--that is to say, he did up to last night, but that
little affair seems to have spoiled him entirely."

"He will soon get over it, and by the time we come back, if we ever do,
he will be in a fair way to become as good a soldier as Seth appears to
be."

"Don't make the mistake, lad, of questioning whether we are ever coming
back. I grant you the work we're on is dangerous; but the chances of
our being captured are not as great as the possibility of our being
killed if we were going into battle. To anticipate danger is, to my
mind, a good bit like inviting it, and the man who expects to be shot
has given himself a deal of unnecessary worriment, if it so chances he
comes out of the engagement unscratched. If, when we get to work, you
are constantly thinking your arrest as a spy is certain to happen, you
won't be so keen on the scent of news as you would if the v

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