“Welcome, Carl,” said the captain. “In the name of the saints, what is the matter with your face?”
“I have taken the mark in your service,” replied the other, angrily. “Come away from the rest and I will tell you how.”
The captain followed him to a retired3 spot, then called upon him to speak.
“I waited in the path for the coming of your enemy until I became weary and fell asleep; their voices woke me as they came, and I started up so quickly that the bush stirred. He was not alone.”
“Ah-ha!”
“No; that cursed spy—for he is nothing better—Bainbridge, was with him. Sturm and wetter! I will have his heart’s blood upon my own account.”
“On with your tale, quick. You fired, did you not?”
“Yes. As the bush stirred, Bainbridge called out to his companion, and he jumped; if he had not done it, a ball would have been in his heart. My curse upon the meddler4.”
“Then he escaped?” demanded the other, hoarsely5.
“Escaped. Not fully6, for my ball struck him on the arm, and there was blood starting through his clothing. Before I could look, that devil, whom we call the peddler, was upon me with an open knife. I had mine in my hand, and made a blow at him. He is quick as a cat; he dodged7 the knife, and struck at me. You see the result. I lay that wound up against him. I shall do him mischief8 yet.”
“What did you do then?”
“I saw that he was not what he seemed, and more than a match for me, I dropped the knife and ran for my horse, I had tied him in a ravine by the river-side. Curse the Yankee, he was like a greyhound; if there had been twenty rods more to run I should be a dead man; but I got to my horse and was off.”
“It is a total failure, then?”
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“Not so. Before, I worked only for you; now I work for both. I have an account with the man who calls himself Boston Bainbridge.”
“You might have had before, if you had any eyes. You love Katrine, the cousin of Theresa.”
The young man turned upon him with a quick look. “Who told you that?” he said.
“It matters not.”
“Why do you bring her into the conversation?”
“Have you no eyes? Why, man, the other night, while Barlow stood at the window of my willful maid, whispering in her ear, whom think you stood at that of Katrine?”
“Who?”
“Boston Bainbridge.”
“You know this to be true? It is not a trick to make me more surely your friend?”
“I saw it myself.”
“Ah.” Carl stopped, and with his knife-blade stabbed the earth at his feet. “Would that I had him here,” he cried, “would that I knelt upon his breast as I kneel upon the earth. He is my enemy until death.”
“You never knew this?”
“I knew that she was proud, and would not listen to me. I hoped for better things; I thought that a lover’s persistency9 would bring about the desired end, and this is the re—result.”
His countenance10 became as that of a fiend; in the heat of his passion the blood gushed11 anew from his wounded face. He caught some of it in his hand, and cast it from him, crying passionately12:
“Let this blood witness against him.” After that he was calmer.
“We will work together, my master; much may be done where there is a good heart in the cause. I am with you, body and soul.”
“The compact is made. By knife, cord and bullet, I will be true to you in this business.”
“So let it be,” responded Carl.
“Have you seen Wampset?”
“Yes. Before nightfall he will be here with a hundred men.”
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“Well done. The English power shall be swept from this river; our enemies shall be—where?”
“It matters little so that they cumber13 the earth no more. It is time Wampset were here.”
“You are sure he will keep his appointment?”
“The promise of an Indian is sure. He will keep his word.”
“Did you look over the block-house and note the entrances?”
“Yes. There are eighteen men in all, now that this spy and Barlow are here; the whole is under the command of William Holmes; his second in command is his brother, who is away in Boston.”
“His brother?”
“Yes.”
“I never heard of such a man until I came here.”
“Few have; he is seldom seen; people who live in this region know that there is such a man as Robert Holmes. He tramps the forest, makes treaties with the Indians, and prepares the country for the next inroad of Yankees. No man can put his finger on him and say, ‘This is Robert Holmes,’ and yet, he is a fixed14 fact. The people in Windsor have great faith in him, but are non-committal about him.”
“He is a mystery, then?”
“One which we can not unravel15. Some of our people swear that Robert Holmes is only a name for a devil, who has taken up his abode16 at Windsor. I begin to think it is half right, for who but a devil could exert such an influence over Yankees?”
“Phew, such talk as that will do for other men than us; as for this imaginary potentate17, if there is such a man, we probably shall meet him to-night, and try the virtue18 of cold steel upon him. I wonder Wampset is not here; he is not a man to shirk his appointment. Who comes there? Is this the way they keep guard?”
An Indian, gliding19 forward like a stealthy ghost, at that moment appeared before him. At the first look, Van Zandt knew him; it was one of the men who belonged to the band of Wampset—his messenger, a light, active fellow, with a cunning face.
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The first salutation of the captain was sharp and to the point, “Where is Wampset? It is long since the chief was known to linger on the war-trail.”
“Wampset has not lingered. But, he can not come to the aid of his young friend. The Hawk20 hovers21 with outspread wings above his tree-top. Shall not the Eagle guard his own nest first?”
“What mean you?”
“Sassacus has sent Mennewan upon the war-trail. A dog who had eaten bread in our lodges22 told the Pequods that the Eagle rested his tired wings upon the banks of the great river. The Pequods are very mad for the scalp of Wampset, and his band are known in every lodge23 in the nation. They are very brave.”
“How do you know this?”
“The band had painted their faces for war and set forth24. Near the river-side they met the Fox. He is the son of Miantonomah, sachem of the Narragansetts. The Fox is very cunning, and he loves Wampset. He has sworn to have the scalp of Sassacus. He told us that he had been in the Pequod lodges, and they were on the way. They did not know that he was with them. None are so cunning as the Fox.”
“What did he do then?”
“What could he do? Should he leave his little ones a prey25 to the tomahawks of the Pequods?”
This was unanswerable, and Van Zandt could only mutter curses on the unlucky fate which had worked against him. If he had only known the truth, fate would not have had the curses on that day. But, curses would do no good. Wampset was by this time half way back to his camp, and the Fox, who had done his work well, was back in Windsor, reporting to his employer the success of the stratagem26. As the reader has no doubt surmised27 by this time, the coming of the Pequods was a coinage of the brain of Boston, who hoped by this to send the Indians back to their camp. The ruse28 succeeded to a charm, and deprived the Dutch of their allies.
There was nothing for it but to take the place without help, and Carl, in company with Captain Van Zandt, set out to reconnoiter the position. It was now growing dark, and they advanced with caution. All about the stockade29 was still.[75] The silence, in fact, was so profound as to be suspicious. Van Zandt, a practiced Indian-fighter, had his suspicions of such quiescence30. He advanced carefully. There was only one light in the stockade. That was a fire in the center, around which sat four or five of the garrison31. They were all stalwart men, for Captain Holmes brought no others into the wilderness32. The spy could see through the chinks that their arms lay beside them, and ready to take up at a moment’s notice.
In the mean time, Carl had stolen round to the other side of the building, and looked through the chinks in the logs. The cabin in which the officers lived stood close at hand, and through another orifice in the logs, the young German could see the interior. There were three men in the cabin—Barlow, Captain Holmes and Boston. They sat upon stools, by the side of a wooden table, talking eagerly in low tones. From the place where he stood, it was impossible for Carl to hear a word. But, to his astonishment33, he saw that Boston not only took an active part in the conversation, but his opinion was listened to with great deference34. Carl’s blood boiled in his veins35. Since the last night, an intense hatred36 of the peddler had grown up in his heart. This was the man who had stolen the heart of Katrine. He should die.
He drew a pistol from his pocket, and leveled it through the chinks. The light of a candle upon the table glimmered37 along the barrel. He pulled the trigger. The hammer came down upon the flint without a report. The priming had been shaken out of the pan in coming from the camp. With a muttered invective38 Carl slipped behind the logs of the stockade and felt for his powder-flask. He had left it in the camp! The passion of the man was fearful to see. He ran back to find his captain, and lead him to the spot. The moment his eye rested upon the group he put a pistol into the hand of Carl. “Hold,” he said, as that person was about to fire. “Don’t do it. We must get nearer, and hear what they say.” The stockade was about twelve feet high, but the corners were rough, and stood out about six inches from the rest of the work, forming a sort of ladder. Van Zandt took the lead, climbed over, and dropped down into the work, between the wall and the cabin.
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The conversation continued; but, to the rage of the two spies, it was now carried on in whispers. It was impossible to hear a word. Twice Carl raised his pistol, and as often he was restrained by the hand of his leader, who had no notion of betraying their presence by a shot, while they were inside the fort. He feared the men who sat by the fire.
“In God’s name,” whispered Carl, “are you going to let him escape? I must fire.”
“Who do you speak of?”
“He. That devil, Bainbridge.”
“I have not so much quarrel with him as with Barlow. Let us get out of this. I tell you you must not, shall not fire. Come.”
Carl obeyed, sullenly39 enough. They climbed the wall without molestation40, and reached the other side. All at once the captain was startled by the report of a pistol, and saw Carl looking through the crack, with the pistol still smoking in his hand. A terrible uproar41 was heard in the cabin.
“Run for it, captain,” shouted Carl. “Missed him,” he hissed42, in his desperation.
They ran in silence until they reached the edge of the woods, when Van Zandt turned, and took his companion by the throat. The epithets43 he exhausted44 upon him were of the most fearful nature. Carl shook him off with an angry gesture.
“Take your hand from my throat, Captain Joseph. You ought to know, by this time, that the blood of the Anselms is hot, and can not brook45 an insult. Hands off, I said!”
“You infernal hound! Did I not order you not to fire?”
“I know it. If I had expected to die the next moment, I would have fired that pistol. I will have him yet. He is doomed46. Either he or I.”
“Little cares he for such as you are. Fool, do you not see the immense advantage this man has over you in every point. He is cool; your blood is like fire. He calculates every chance; you act upon the first thought which enters your crazy head. You have, doubtless, by this rash act, spoiled our chance of taking the stockade. If you have, I am not the man to shield you from the rage of Van Curter.”
“Take your own course,” replied Carl, angrily. “I care[77] not. You had better look to it, or you will cancel the bond between us.”
This was what Van Zandt did not care to do, and he begun to conciliate the man. This led him back to the subject of Bainbridge.
“The unquiet beast stooped for a paper he had dropped just as I fired. What has happened to me? Is my aim gone? When was I ever known to miss such shots as these?”
They hurried back to camp, and put the men in order for the attack. When they approached a change had taken place in the aspect of affairs. The works were now brilliantly lighted. Pitch-pine torches blazed in every crevice47; the bright barrels of guns glistened48 along the wall. Van Curter halted his men and came forward, demanding a parley49.
“It shall be granted,” cried a voice from within. “Wait.”
In a few moments the door of the stockade swung open, and two men came out. They were Captain Holmes and Barlow. Calling Van Zandt to his side, Van Curter advanced to meet them.
“You have seen me once before,” said Holmes, “and know I have authority. What has the commandant to say to me.”
“I am in the service of the Dutch republic. When you passed up the river, on your way to this place, I warned you to strike and stay. You refused, and kept on your course! I was not in a position then to enforce my commands. I had even made up my mind to tolerate you, as well as I might. But, since you have been here, the riot and disturbance50 caused by your men are beyond the power of my nature to endure longer.”
“Of what do you complain?”
“You are a cheating set.”
“Ah!”
“You sell my men horses which are good for nothing.”
“They ought to know better than to buy.”
“But they don’t. Your men make a very bad horse look beautiful. There is one vagabond among you whom I will give forty stripes save one, if he ever comes to Good Hope. I have sworn it.”
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“What is his name?”
“Boston Bainbridge.”
“Ah, indeed! What has Boston been doing?”
“Every thing that is bad; nothing that is good. I will make him wish that he had never been born. He sold a horse to one of my council for a very high price, bought it back for five guilders, and sold it to another man for a hundred and fifty.”
“And you intend to flog him?”
“Surely.”
“I can’t do better than to warn him to keep out of your way when I see him again. Boston is a cheat in one way. But to business. You have run out of your course to talk of him. What are the men of Good Hope doing here?”
“You are on our land. We claim it as the right of our country, in the name of Hendrick Hudson, the man whom your country would not honor, and who came to us for his due. You must break up this trading-house, and take yourself again to your sloop51, get out of the country, and keep out of it.”
“You are modest in your demands, sir. I will say that for you. What if I refuse?”
“You see these men?”
“Yes.”
“They have arms in their hands.”
“I see the arms. They are very rusty52. You don’t use them much, I guess.”
“If you refuse we shall take the place.”
“Perhaps you mean you will try to take it.”
“We will take it,” said Van Zandt, speaking for the first time.
“If you can,” replied Barlow, returning the Dutchman’s look of hate and defiance53.
“Be quiet, Willie,” said the captain. “It can do no good. Now, sir, to your demand. I hold this post in the name and by the authority of my monarch54, king of England. I care nothing for other powers. My force is not large; but, while I or any of my officers or men can lift an arm in its defense55, no Dutchman shall enter the block-house, except as a friend. If he comes as an enemy we will give him English steel.”
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“You speak plainly.”
“I speak as I feel. Twice to-day murder has been attempted by one of your men. We know him. His name is Carl Anselm, and he is a servant of Captain Van Zandt.”
“Murder!”
“Nothing else. This morning he fired from a bush and missed my lieutenant56 here, or rather wounded him in the arm, though his intent was to kill.”
“The other?”
“That occurred to-night. The captain and his servant came down together to reconnoiter. While the captain was on one side of the building, his servant snapped a pistol at one of my officers through a chink in the logs. Then they climbed over the wall at the corner.”
“The devil!” cried Joseph.
“You see we were not altogether uninformed in regard to your movements, sir. You climbed over the wall and listened at the chink in the cabin. We whispered, and you could not hear what we said.”
“Are there devils upon earth?” muttered Joseph, in utter astonishment.
“Your man still wanted to fire, and you restrained him. You climbed the wall first, and as your back was turned, Carl fired the pistol, and missed. Is the account correct?”
“Perfectly. And now tell me, if you will do so, how you know all this?”
“Certainly. You were watched all the time. And since Mynheer Van Curter has thought proper to speak of one of my men, and of the punishment he intends to give him, let me say that I have my eye on this Carl Anselm. If he falls into my hands he shall not taste a whipping-post, but he shall have a ride on a higher horse than any he has ever saddled. And he will find it a tough colt to ride. I shall hang him as sure as my name is Holmes.”
“You refuse to surrender?”
“Utterly—and I advise you to clear out at once.”
“The consequences must light upon your own head then.”
“I am ready to abide57 them. My stockade is strong, and I have men enough to man it. If you try to take it you will[80] have to fight. It is useless to prolong this conference. Let me bid you good-night.”
As they turned to leave, Barlow saw some men creeping up in the rear, led by Carl. He whispered to the captain. He turned quickly, when Van Curter laid hands upon him, and attempted to detain him. Willie found himself in the grasp of Joseph. With one effort of his prodigious58 strength, Holmes dashed Van Curter breathless to the ground, and turned to the aid of Willie. But, the young men, clinching59, had fallen, and Joseph’s head struck the earth with such force as to deprive him of his senses. Rising quickly, the two turned toward the stockade. There were seven men between them and the gate—unarmed, however, as they had intended to overpower the officers—not to harm them. Holmes measured the distance to the gate with his eye, threw forward his chest, bringing his fists up to his sides. The Dutchmen gathered in a body to seize them as they started to run for the gate. As the two men came near they increased their speed, and came down upon the little group with the might of giants; using their hands in a manner which astounded60 their would-be captors. Carl, who threw himself directly in Willie’s path, got a “facer” from the one uninjured arm which sent him down as if struck by a bullet, with a broken nose. Right and left went the Dutchmen, the dull thud of the blows sounding ominously61 of defeat to them. At last the two men broke through the crowd and reached the stockade, breathing hard, but not in the least hurt.
“The scoundrels,” said one of the garrison. “Say the word, captain, and we will go out and whip the entire lot.”
“That word I won’t say. I think too much of my men. What are they doing, Bailey?”
“Picking up the broken bones and taking them away. Oh, sir, if you could only have seen the blow the lieutenant gave the Dutchman who was here this morning!”
“I am glad he got a stroke at him. I will hang that fellow yet.”
“Here comes Van Curter again, sir,” said one of the men. “What shall I say to him?”
“Give him a shot. Be careful not to hit him; only give him a hint to keep out of way or he will get hurt.”
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The man obeyed. Van Curter, seeing the uselessness of further parley, formed his men in the woods and made ready for the attack. Holmes threw more wood on the fire, ordered his men to cheer, which they did with a will, and waited.
“Do you think they will try it,” asked the captain of Barlow.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “We are ready for them in any case.”
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