Louis, I found, had not warned the Earl at all. We learned later that he had come to the fort, but had been refused admission. Whereupon he dispatched a forged letter northward5 on his own account to recall the troops. But of this we knew nothing at the time. The troops were not at hand to help us, nor did they return in time to be of any help. We had to plan for the instant.
At last it was arranged between us that the few 341faithful men in the fort should be roused at once. As soon as they had taken possession of the armory6, which they could easily do, as almost everyone was asleep, and the guard for the night had been chosen from the loyal company—after they had got possession of the armory they were to waken the members of the Red Band one by one and throw them into irons. Why make a short story long? All this was accomplished7 with success. By four in the morning every man was securely bound and the fort saved.
“But what does this unfinished sentence mean?” said the Earl, who held Louis’s paper in his hand. “Van Ramm breaks off suddenly, after speaking of something else.”
Then for the first time in many hours I remembered that the patroon had spoken of a meeting that night in the neighborhood of Webber’s tavern9.
“Your Excellency,” I cried, “it must have been of great importance from his manner. Let me set out at once. It may not be too late. Perchance the patroon was not well enough to go, and has put off the meeting till the morning. The man, whoever he is, may have remained all night at the tavern.”
A party of three horsemen was at once got ready, and Bellamont insisted on going with us himself. It was just daylight when we reached the inn.
“Yes,” answered the host, in reply to our questions. “There was a stranger here last night, and 342he had a great spell of impatience10, but he would not stir from the room, and he stayed all night, and he is up stairs now asleep. Shall I call him, your Excellency?”
“No,” replied Bellamont. “Let us go up to his room.”
When we knocked the stranger refused to open the door. We made short work of that and soon the door was beaten down. We all stood agog11 at what we saw within. The man had not retired12. He was fully13 dressed and the bed had not been slept in.
“Body of me!” exclaimed the host. “Look at his head. What is that he has in his hands?”
What we saw was a silver crucifix and a close shaven head. The man was a Jesuit priest.
“What are you doing here?” asked the Earl, as soon as his first astonishment14 had worn off a bit.
“Body of me,” cried the host; “you’ll be hanged. That is our law.”
The priest turned a trifle pale at this, but he was no coward—that I could see at the first glance.
“St. Jacques protect me,” he said in a calm voice, crossing himself.
“Stop that twiddle-twoddle,” interrupted the host, at the same time catching15 the priest roughly by the shoulder.
“You know the laws of the province?” asked the Earl, sternly.
“Yes, I know them,” he replied, proudly. “The agent of Christ is worthy16 of death in this province 343if he adhere to the one true faith. Yes, Sir Tyrant17, I know your laws.”
“Do you call the governor names?” yelled the host in a rage. “Down on your knees in an instant; you’ll hang in the air in an hour.”
The priest looked at the host grimly, and then he smiled.
“Pardon me, your honor, I mistook you. I thought he was the governor. If you are he, however—”
“Take that for your impudence,” cried the host.
He had unbuckled his leather belt and struck the priest with it across the face. It was all done so quickly that we could hardly see how it happened; but when I looked again, the landlord was lying on the floor with a bloody19 nose and the priest was rubbing his knuckles20 which ached with the sting of the blow he had given him.
“That will do,” said Bellamont with dignity. “What is your name?”
“Jacques.”
That was the word Louis had uttered in the patroon’s study. It had brought on the blow that killed him.
“What are you doing here?”
“My instructions are secret, sir.”
“We’ll draw your secrets out,” whined21 the host, who was getting upon his feet slowly, and holding his handkerchief to his nose. Bellamont commanded 344him to be still, and continued talking with the priest.
“Father Jacques, how much you know of what concerns me, I am not aware; but this much I know of you; you came here last night expecting to meet Patroon Van Volkenberg, who is now under the displeasure of the government. You know the laws of this province. If you will disclose your secrets I will give you your life. Choose.”
“I refuse,” answered the priest without a moment’s hesitation22.
I could have grasped his hand, for I knew what it was to look death in the face. But that grim sight did not stir him visibly. He was a man, and a brave one, for all we had against him.
“If you refuse,” said the Earl, “I must search you and the room for papers.”
The man bowed without speaking. Not much of a search was needed, however. We had come in upon him so suddenly that he had had no time for concealment23. A packet of papers lay in full view on the table.
A brief examination of them told the whole story. The fear in the city of a French invasion proved to be no idle fear; but the invasion was not to come from the north. That was the mistake and was due to the false rumors24 set afloat by the patroon. There was a French fleet a short way down the coast waiting a chance to pounce25 upon the city unawares. They had been in correspondence 345with the patroon for some time. His ships in the harbor were to co-operate with the French and his men were to surrender the fort. In return for this the old powers of the patroons were to be restored, and Van Volkenberg made governor of the province.
It was a fanciful plan, and, I must confess, within an ace18 of succeeding. But they had not reckoned against chance. The odd trick had fallen to our lot. A week later, all was lost to them; for now we held the high cards in our own hands.
“It is time we were going,” said the Earl, when we were done with the papers. The tone of his voice and the brevity of his speech showed how much he was affected26 by the narrow escape we had had. “Bring that man with us.” Then he turned to the prisoner. “Have no fear for your life, Father Jacques. It is small love I have for you, or sympathy for your attempt to spoil my government. But I can use you better than to weight a rope. You shall back to this French fleet of yours and tell them that the English governor is ready for them; but not till I have seen Van Volkenberg. Bind27 him, Le Bourse; we must to the fort in haste.”
We had gone down stairs and were in the tavern doorway28 when who should ride up but the man of all men we wanted most at that moment—Van Volkenberg. He saw us standing29 there with the priest a prisoner. He took in the situation at a glance. 346He shook his fist at me and spat4 in the governor’s face.
“Zounds! Dogs!” he cried. “You think you have me. But the fort is mine. Do you take me there!”
He clapped spurs to his horse and was off like an arrow.
“After him, Le Bourse,” cried the Earl. “You have the best horse. Stop him alive or dead.”
The patroon had the start of me by five hundred yards. Our horses were an even match for swiftness, but the patroon rode lighter30 in body. For all that, he gained like a snail31. He thundered across the Kissing Bridge. Before the echo of his steps died away the bridge was rocking beneath me. The city gate stood open. A guard challenged, but he sprang back to avoid a wide sweep of the patroon’s sword. It was straight away now along Broadway to the fort. I could hear him shouting at the top of his voice as he drew near:
“What ho; Van Volkenberg! Men of the Red Band! Open the gate. Van Volkenberg, Van Volkenberg, Van Volkenberg!”
But the rallying cry of the Red Band was not answered. The patroon halted before the gate, grinding his teeth in rage.
“What ho!” I cried, from behind, mocking his voice. “Open the gate. Van Volkenberg! The Red Band is all asleep,” I continued, addressing 347him. “They sleep late to-day in irons. Yield, in the name of Bellamont.”
Just as I reached the point where he had stopped, he drew his pistol and fired. My horse received the ball in his breast and stumbled headlong, throwing me upon the ground. We were so close, I touched the patroon’s horse when I went down. For a moment I lay stunned32. Then I gradually heard the clattering33 of hoofs34. I rose with difficulty just in time to see Van Volkenberg dash down Petticoat Lane and turn northward through the city.
By this time the rest of our party rode up. They had been so encumbered35 with the priest, who had purposely tried to hold them back from joining in the pursuit, that they were too late to be of any use in stopping the patroon. When they arrived, he must have been at least through the gate, or well on his way north to the Hanging Rock.
Lady Marmaduke often used to rail against the Earl because he was forever on the wait for a better opportunity to turn up. My short experience of him seemed to prove otherwise. For all that, she was not so far wrong. I found, when I came to know him better, that he was not prone36 to action when he had time for deliberation. But when a thing had to be done in short order, he did it with a speed and decision that rivaled the patroon. On the day of Jacques’ arrest, however, Bellamont was mad with prudence37. Both Lady Marmaduke and 348I urged him with all our power to capture the patroon at once. Give him a few hours and he might yet muster38 a large enough band to endanger the city in its present state. There were a few men still left at the manor-house, and the ships in the bay were mostly manned with fighting men.
Bellamont, however, would not agree with us. He was afraid to take decisive action. “I have still one company,” he said. “They can defend the fort against a host. But if I send them, or even a part of them to the Hanging Rock, I shall not be able to guard the prisoners I have already taken. And a few men can defend the manor-house as well as I can defend the fort. The manor-house is almost a castle in its position.”
“But,” interrupted Lady Marmaduke, “why not strike before he can get his defense39 together. I can fill out your number with twenty armed men of my own.”
“You are too hasty,” replied the Earl. “Remember the old proverb: Give the devil rope enough to hang himself. The patroon can never gather head to harm us now.”
“Harm us!” exclaimed Lady Marmaduke in contempt. “Is your own safety all you have to care for? Had you seen my poor husband as I saw him last night, the skin nearly cut through by his sharp bones, and too weak to say a dozen words. No, if you have nothing but harm to fear, I have revenge to seek. While he lives I shall not rest. I swear 349before God, if you will not help me I shall do it alone. Do you suppose I can forget? My husband stolen away and me mourning him for dead. And well nigh dead he is. Ah, I have had dreams. I have seen this moment coming. I knew there was to be a day of reckoning. God’s help! This day Yorke shall see great deeds. They call me the people’s friend. I shall try the people. The voice of the people is the voice of God.”
Lady Marmaduke strode rapidly out of the room and in a moment she was gone.
“Follow her, Le Bourse,” said my patron. “She is at her wits’ end. She has had great wrong. I fear she will do something rash.”
The news of the priest’s arrest had already got abroad, and also the truth about the French fleet. Although it confirmed their fears the people felt more at ease, for they knew now what to expect, and had full confidence in the governor. When I reached the gate of the fort a crowd of loiterers was gathered about the Marmaduke pump. When my lady appeared they greeted her with cheers.
“Good friends,” she said.
“Silence there,” cried several. “Lady Marmaduke is speaking.”
In a moment there was silence.
“Good friends, good people, I believe you love me and my house. I have come to throw myself upon your protection.”
There were more cheers, and cries of: “We will!” 350“Hear, hear.” “Right or wrong we’ll follow Lady Marmaduke.”
“But it is right,” she continued, silencing them with her hand. “There has been a great wrong. The patroon of the Hanging Rock has been trying to sell the city to the French.”
“Down with the French! Down with the Van Volkenberg! Treason, treason!”
There were some of my own countrymen in the crowd, but they shouted with the rest. Our French persecutors were not considered as fellow-countrymen in those days.
“My good friends, do not be rash. Go about the city. Summon those who love me. Tell them to come to Marmaduke Hall in half an hour. There I will show you proof.”
“We want no proof. To the Hanging Rock!”
“Stay, friends, stay; do as I bid you. Before Marmaduke Hall in thirty minutes.”
She stepped into her chair and was carried home. Half an hour later there was a great crowd before her house. She appeared on the balcony.
“Did you love my husband?” was her first breathless question. “Then listen to me. We thought him dead. You, I, all of us wore black for that. It was by his will that I dug the Marmaduke well for the people. But he was not dead. He has come back to us.”
I shall hear the cheer that followed this fact when I am dead and in my grave.
351“Wait, friends, wait till I show him to you.”
She disappeared, but soon came back, carrying her husband in her arms. A cry of horror rose when they saw his starved condition. “Do you remember Sir Evelin, good friends? He used to rival the Earl upon a horse. Where are the roses in his cheeks?” Sir Evelin dropped his head upon his wife’s shoulder from very weakness. “See, he cannot even raise his head to look at you he loved. Can you see this without a tear? Will you stand by and permit this to go unpunished in a friend to Yorke? How has he lost his strength? In the prison at Hanging Rock. Now you cry out. The patroon thought to get this house. We have no children, and our will leaves it to the city. Van Volkenberg wanted to rob you. He would starve your wives and children, too. Look upon this poor man and see what the patroon has done. He plotted to give up the city. He rumored40 it about that Frontenac was coming from the north, and all the time he was plotting for an invasion from the sea. He filled the fort with his Red Band under the pretense41 of friendship. The Earl has beaten him there, but that is not all. Give him two hours, nay42, one, and he will lead an army into the city. Look, look upon my husband. Will you not act for your wives and children?”
Some mobs are boisterous43, others are still. They are the kind most to be feared. There was no violent outbreak of passion now, only a smothered44 352growl. Then, at the critical moment, a leader sprang out on the northward side of the crowd.
“Men of Yorke,” he shouted two or three times, as he ran, “to the Hanging Rock. Follow me!”
Without a cheer, without a sound save the rumble45 of their feet, the people flowed away like a deep and sullen46 river through its broken banks. I saw a bitter smile come into my lady’s face as she lifted her husband and carried him back into the house. Then of a sudden I cried out like a madman in the middle of the street. That hellish mob was bound for the manor-house and Miriam was there. For the first time I stopped to think how headless this mob was like to be. They would not stop to question when they were once before the house. The least they could do would be to burn it, even if the patroon could make good its defense. Then I set out at the top of my speed. It was little I could do, but if need be, I could die with her, and some chance might come that would help me to save her. In a moment I found myself mingling47 with the silent runners bent48 on destruction. The crowd swept on in that terrible stillness. It swirled49 out at the crossing of streets and jammed back resistlessly into the narrow ways. It poured through the Land Port like a flood and across the Kissing Bridge. Still we surged on.
Yet it was but a mob. A score of Lady Marmaduke’s retainers, armed to the teeth, had got to the front. The rest were without weapons. What 353could they do against the house of the patroon? As they spread out among the trees in the park a volley of shots were fired at them from the windows of the manor-house. Three of the foremost men fell dead or wounded. Then went up their first heartless yell of rage.
Lady Marmaduke’s men stationed themselves behind trees and aimed with such certainty that they soon silenced the fire from the house. If a face appeared at a window, a dozen muskets50 were immediately discharged at it. Meantime, under this protection, the mob began to attack the house with stones. The windows were all broken at the first volley. They fetched a long beam to use as a battering52 ram8, and were getting ready to beat in the front door. In this crisis, I cast about me for some means of help. But I was powerless. Once I thought that I saw Miriam for a moment at one of the windows. She disappeared quickly. Had someone dragged her back, or had she been hit by one of the marksmen? Such a thought was torment53 worse than death. But she might be safe. For all that I could do nothing to save her.
But what I could not do was nobly done by another. I had drawn54 back somewhat so as to go around the edges of the crowd and come at the house from the rear. I hoped to find some way by which I could get in and help defend it. I had half accomplished the necessary detour55, and had reached a point where the woods hid the yelling pack from 354my eyes, when a horseman came riding towards me like mad.
“Heavens!” I cried. “It is the patroon.”
My first impulse was to stop him. Then I remembered that he of all men would prevent me from entering the house. And from this meeting I took some hope. If there was an unwatched passage by which he could get out, I might enter by the same way.
Suddenly there leaped into my head a damning thought. He rode hard, like one mad with fear, looking neither to the right nor to the left. “What a coward,” thought I, “thus to leave his daughter to her fate.” Among all his crimes, he had ever clung to his one virtue56, love of his daughter. Never, save when his infirmity was upon him, had he shown anything but the most loving tenderness to her. And now, at the great moment of peril57, he had left her to ride like a coward for his own life.
He passed me so close I could have touched him. Perhaps his conscience stung him in spite of all, for I heard her name on his lips as he dashed by me.
“Miriam,” he was saying; “Miriam, I give you all.”
I turned to follow with my eyes this worthless coward who could think of his daughter and not stay and die with her. Two minutes later he was fleeing beyond the little patch of woods and within full sight of the mob. But they were so intent upon their attack that they did not see him at first.
355I listened for their yell of discovery with the tension of a slow striking bell. It did not come. Then—had the man gone mad? Van Volkenberg slackened his pace, fell into a walk, then stopped and turned back towards the mob. What was he going to do? Why did he not continue his cowardly flight? If he were going to escape, did he not know that every second was a year of his life? I saw him raise his finger and make the sign of the cross. Then he put his hands to his mouth like a trumpet58 and shouted:
“Ho! Do you seek me? Van Volkenberg?”
What followed I cannot tell. I can hardly bear even to think of it. He dashed spurs into his horse and fled towards New York. I heard a yell of joy from the savage59 mob. A sight of him was like a taste of blood. They followed out across the open ground. But, as might have been expected, he gained on them fast and they saw that they would lose him. With that they turned back. The house, at least, was at their mercy. But as they turned back, Van Volkenberg turned back also. He rode gallantly60, and I could hear his powerful voice taunting61 them for cowards.
“Is it the leader of the Red Band you seek? Come on, you scum of Yorke. Here is a man. Come on, you dogs.”
They were after him again, pell-mell. It was then that I lifted up my voice and cried with a will: “God save the good patroon!”
356I understood it all at last. Within the house was certain death to everyone. Yet it was he only whom they wanted. He had thus offered himself to lure62 them away from the house where his daughter was. He knew they were incensed63 against him. They cared not a snap of their fingers for the rest of his household except as they would do his bidding and fight against them. They were bent on his destruction and he knew it, so he had purposely made himself a bait to draw them away from the neighborhood. This was what his muttering meant when he dashed by me: “Miriam, I give you all.”
I set out with the rest. He rode ahead and the mob came after him. Suddenly I heard the crack of a musket51. Lady Marmaduke’s men were getting to the front again. Then another and another. Still the old man rode bravely at the front, with the mob howling at his heels. At last he fell. Let us hope the bullet touched his heart and that he was dead before they reached him. I covered my eyes in horror. They pounced64 upon him like curs. Let me not relate the mutilation that followed. That was a bloody act. Its like for cruelty I have never seen before nor since.
And so he died, a hero. I had had great wrong at his hands; for all that I bowed my head and breathed a prayer for his soul. He had the great love that the Bible speaks of. He gave his life for another; and who am I to call him into judgment65?
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