“Yes,” said Gordon.
“Didn’t it say something about every soul being scared? Surely it did.”
“It said every soul was prepared,” corrected Gordon, with dignity.
“Well, Ethan Allen and his crowd hadn’t anything on us,” Mac answered.
Indeed they had not, to judge from appearances, for nearly everything which had constituted the camp and made it homelike had been loaded into the gallant1 Swan, which rocked gently at its moorings. The glider3, after a triumphant4 career of record making and breaking, had been taken apart, first submissively posing for innumerable snapshots. There was talk of awarding to the graceful6 flier a gnome7 motor, some time or other, and it was agreed that meanwhile if any enterprising shopkeeper in Oakwood cared to exhibit it “as the glider in which Harry8 Arnold had—”
“Sh-h-h, here he comes,” said one of the scouts9, in an undertone; “he’d be wild if he heard you proposing that.”
“If you want her to go to the left, Til,” said Harry, soberly, “you just pull on this rope, and for the right—”
“Think you can remember that, Til?” said Roy Carpenter.
The Swan, on her last voyage under scout10 auspices14, went majestically15 down the stream into the broad expanse of the lake, and headed for Port Henry. Here she waited for the rest of the troop, and then the greater part of their camp property was sent on to Oakwood to herald16 their approach. But they kept enough for bivouac camping, in case they should decide to tramp as far as Albany before taking the train.
If you were to search to-day for the spot where the Oakwood boys camped all summer, you would find no distinguishing mark, no defacing of ground or tree, no unsightly can or battered17 paper box,—nothing unless, perchance, the initials “G. L.” obscurely graven here and there. Thus the scout comes and goes, and none shall be the wiser,—except, perhaps, another scout to whose observant eyes a wisp of grass may hold a meaning, and who sees where others see not.
Their camping paraphernalia18 reduced to a minimum, the Oakwood troop crowded into the Swan, a borrowed dory accommodating the overflow19, and crossed the lake at Port Henry, landing at Chimney Point. From here they could look across the narrow channel formed by the Crown Point peninsula, and see the ruins of the famous old fortress20 on the end of the clumsy thumb of land. The sight of it fired Gordon with enthusiasm.
“Oh, it’s going to be great!” he cried. “Can we get down opposite Ticonderoga to-night, Red Deer?”
“If you’re good,” said Mac.
At Chimney Point they returned the Swan to its rightful owner, who agreed to row the borrowed dory across to its owner, and then they started southward along the Vermont shore.
It was, as Mac had observed, a great day. A brisk breeze rippled22 the waters of the lake, and rustled23 musically among the leaves.
“Well, who’s going to be Ethan Allen?” asked Red Deer. “Here we are, a couple of miles down the line, and don’t know yet who’s leader. Harry, this beautiful historic revival24 is yours, so I guess you’re old Ethan.”
“No, that’s Kid’s job,” laughed Harry, putting his arm over Gordon’s shoulder as they tramped along.
“G. Lord, or no one,” shouted Mac.
“G. Lord for mine!” added Brick Parks.
“If Kid Lord isn’t Ethan Allen, I won’t play,” shouted John Walden.
Gordon grinned from ear to ear. “All right, only you’ll have to be Seth Warner, Harry.”
“If you think I’m going to turn around and lead this outfit25 back to Crown Point in order to play Seth Warner, you’ll have to think again, my fraptious boy. If Ethan Allen Lord leads us forth26 to victory this night, I think that will be about enough. Have you got the speech all pat?”
“‘In the name of the great Jehovah and the Continental27 Congress!’” shouted Gordon, striking an attitude.
“Great!” said Charlie Greer.
“Did you notice how I rolled my r’s?” asked Gordon.
“We certainly did—you’re the only original!”
“That’s nothing. I can do it even better than that.”
Harry, smiling, walked over to Vinton, who was carrying several staves and a fishing-rod wound up in a piece of light tenting. Fumbling28 in this bundle, he pulled out a battered, rusty29 sword.
“Here you are, old man,” he said, handing it to Gordon. “You want to do it right, you know.”
“Where’d he get that?” asked Langford, surprised.
“Don’t ask me,” said Dan Swift.
“Oh, cracky, where’d you get it, Harry?” Gordon cried.
“Oh, cracky, I just happened to see it in Port Henry when we were making the glider,” laughed Harry.
Gordon grew sober.
“Now you’re the genuine, warranted article,” said Harry, falling back and walking with the scoutmaster.
“How did you happen to buy that, Harry?” Dr. Brent asked in a low voice.
“Oh, I just happened to see it in the blacksmith’s. I thought it would hit him in the right spot.”
Red Deer made no comment. He knew Harry.
In a few minutes Gordon fell behind, and he and Harry walked together.
“Harry, it’s a James Dandy! I—I don’t see how you happened to think to buy it.”
“Then it was when—while—during—”
“Yes, it was when, while, during,” said Harry; “and you’re supposed to wave it over your head just the minute you clap your eyes on Mr. E. C. Wade31—see?”
“Oh, but it’ll be great!” said Gordon.
A day’s tramp southward along the Vermont shore brought them opposite Ticonderoga about dusk. Far inland, when the view was unobstructed, they could see the hazy32 outline of the Green Mountains, and across on the New York side, Harry pointed33 out the frowning, shaggy head of old Bulwagga, and farther on, the less forbidding height of Dibble Mountain, from whose summit they had seen the smoke which lured34 them northward35 only to find a heap of ashes.
“But you found us just the same, didn’t you, Harry?” said Mac.
“Did you think he wouldn’t?” said Gordon, contemptuously. (It was noticeable that he did not say we; he said he.) “He found you right at the biological moment, too.”
“Psychological,” corrected Red Deer, smiling.
“He’s all right, is Harry boy,” said Charlie Greer.
“So’s G. Lord,” said some one else.
“Harry,” said the doctor, “this is private land we’re coming to. Guess we’ll have to make a long detour36. It wouldn’t do for a party of scouts to be caught trespassing37.”
To the doctor’s surprise, however, Harry vaulted38 the low fence, apparently39 oblivious40 of the sign which said, “Positively No Trespassing.” “Come ahead,” said he, looking back.
“Isn’t he the bold thing?” said Nelson Pierce.
A man came down through the grounds with a menacing aspect. “Don’t yez know how to read plain English?” he shouted.
“No, but I can understand plain Irish,” said Harry. “Hello, Pat, how are you?”
The man uttered a laugh to crack the heavens. “Sure, and ’tis yourself, is it? And Oi’m that glad to see ye!”
“Are we pinched?” laughed Harry.
“Ye are that, the whole Wild West crew of yez! Fetch yer friends in here till I have thim fined ten dollars each. Did yez have yer supper yit? ’Tis a lie, ye didn’t—come into the house.”
Gordon was already at Harry’s side, and the rest followed.
“Where’s the folks?” asked Harry.
“Gone. The place is closed up an’ I’m left here to kape it open. The sarvants went to Oakwood to tidy up a bit a week ago, and the Mister and Missus went this morning with Master Penfield. It’s a ghrand place they’ve there, Mister Arnold. Me and the old woman goes down with our bandbox in the tourin’ car with Jimmie, Mister Roger’s man, this day week, praise be, for ’tis as slow as mud here now.”
“How are they? All well?” asked Harry.
“All well, and waitin’ to get their two hands on ye—specially the girrls, forbye a letter ye sint Master Penfield. Sure, he made a raid on the establishment. Two fancy hats, no less, must Miss Marjorie hand over, and there’s not so much as a wicker chair left in the house. Come up and set down in wan2 o’ thim—the whole o’ yez!”
“Was the aeroplane a success?” Gordon asked.
“Faith, why should it not be, with the ind of a tin-dollar fountain pen into it, and poor Mr. Danforth, him writin’ with the stub of a lead pencil? It kin5 carry three passengers, seventeen-year-locusts, would ye believe it, and it wint acrost the lake!”
“Fine!” said Harry.
The place seemed indeed deserted42, with Mr. Danforth’s genial43 face not in evidence. But Pat and his good wife proved very cordial and hospitable44 substitutes. Pat protested that if Mr. Danforth were to hear of their passing the house without accepting its entertainment, he, Pat, would be peremptorily45 discharged and denounced every day thereafter. So they dined luxuriously46 under the trees on the beautiful lawn, on a variety of dainty and toothsome odds47 and ends from the still well-stocked larder48.
After dark they went on down the shore, with many acknowledgments to the hearty49 chauffeur50, who seemed to have a full measure of the genuine Danforth hospitality. “I was chauffeur here long befoor there was anny autimobiles, or befoor they’d the place at all,” he told them, as they left; “and he’s the ghrand man, but I can’t larrn him to manage a boat.”
At nine o’clock that night, the Oakwood scouts sprawled51 on the grassy52, sloping shore, just opposite old Fort Ticonderoga. A mile or so behind the fort lay the sleeping village. Behind the waiting scouts rose the historic Mount Independence; and across the lake there glimmered53 a quivering yellow band, the light of a camp-fire just beyond the fort.
“Wonder what time they’ll turn in?” said Roy Carpenter. “Christopher, but that light looks cheerful!”
The old fort, partially54 restored, lay at the end of a roundish cape55 projecting from the New York shore, and here the water flowed through the narrowest channel in all the lake’s broadening and narrowing path. It was a spot forever associated with the good old War of Independence. Right here, where the Oakwood scouts now waited for the light to die, had the redoubtable56 Allen given his boisterous57 followers58 a final harangue59, generously offering to release any one who lacked the courage to follow him across.
The boys had not been able to secure a boat anywhere in the vicinity, and here they were handicapped in a way that Ethan Allen had not been. For that intrepid60 leader had, to tell the truth, “attached” all the boats along the shore—in the name of the great Jehovah and the Continental Congress. This, of course, the new Green Mountain Boys could not very well do; so Harry suggested reconnoitering alone, bringing back, if possible, one of the enemy’s canoes. The proposition was one after Ethan Allen’s own heart. They rigged a makeshift raft by lashing61 together three logs which lay on a ruined pier41 near by, and spent an hour fashioning a rough sculling oar62 with a scout staff and a piece of narrow board.
After the fire had died sufficiently63 to convince them that the Albany troop had gone to bed, Harry boarded the raft, and managed to work his way across the channel, which was here about one third of a mile across. He kept well clear of the illuminated64 area, and crawled cautiously up the sloping shore, testing the ground before each step. It was almost pitch dark, but on the little eminence65, a hundred feet or so from the shore, a black, irregular bulk could be seen, behind which was a fast-dying light. Undoubtedly66 that was where they spent the evenings. And he felt equally certain that they slept within the fortress walls. He crept up the hill. There was not a sound. He listened, and suddenly became conscious of voices, speaking in an undertone. Then, two figures, walking together, emerged from the darkness, crossed the band of dying light, and were engulfed67 again in the night. He followed them by their voices. He could not hear what they were saying, but presently one spoke68 in a louder tone, from which he gathered that they had separated. He crept closer until he was within earshot of steady footfalls. These he followed, silently, stealthily, clutching every stone and brittle70 twig71 between his toes. Soon a figure took hazy outline against the background of less black water. It seemed to be headed for the shore.
Harry undid72 the knot of his scarf and took it off, crunching73 the soft fabric74 into a wad. Then he stole forward, and with simultaneous movements threw one arm about the walking figure and with the other hand stuffed the wadded scarf into its mouth and held it in. Then, tripping the boy by a dextrous movement of his foot, he let him gently to the ground. As the sentinel was taken completely by surprise, it was all done in a second.
“Hello, Atwell, you Laughing Hyena,” he whispered. “It’s your old college chum, Harry Arnold,—don’t get scared now; here, look at me,” and he struck a match, holding it near his face. “You’re supposed to be gagged—see? There’s a great game on for to-night. We’re going to take the fort and have the laugh on Mr. Wade. I’m going to take this wad out of your mouth, but understand you’re supposed to be gagged—you mustn’t do or say a thing—understand?”
Atwell nodded, and the gag was removed. “You’re a wonder, Arnold,” said he. “My, but you had me scared for a minute!”
“Don’t tell me a thing,” interrupted Harry. “You’re gagged and you can’t talk. I’m going to tie this scarf round your neck, and that’ll mean you’re out of the game—you’re a gagged sentinel—see? Don’t spoil it now, will you?”
He felt sure that the gag about Atwell’s neck would be as effectual as one in his mouth, and he wasted no more time on that bitter enemy, for there was another sentinel to be looked after. This turned out to be none other than the redoubtable Frankie, who was easy game. Harry gagged him with his handkerchief, marched him down to Atwell, who was sitting on a rock, and left him to recover from his fright and to receive from his fellow-sentinel a more complete explanation.
“Remember, you’re out of the game, Frank,” whispered Harry, as he started down toward the shore. In half an hour he was back among his own troop with a canoe. There were other canoes, but he had managed to find only one paddle.
“One canoe’s all we want, anyway, Harry,” said Gordon, laughing gleefully over his report of the gagged sentinels; “because the day must be just breaking when we enter the fort and we must go in small boat-loads to stretch the time out.”
Between one and two o’clock in the morning, they began their desperate and hazardous75 move against King George’s proud minions77, as Gordon called them.
“Say, Atwell’s an awful nice fellow for a redcoat,” said Harry, as the first three scouts, Vinton, Carpenter, and Brent, were pushed off with many reminders78 of the need of absolutely silent paddling.
“Ay, let us think of the cruel Stamp Act to-night, and the Boston Massacre81, and—and—a few other things,” said Red Deer. “Colonel Gordon Allen speaks what is in all our hearts!”
“You’ll like Mr. Wade, Red Deer,” said Harry. “He’s great. His troop thinks the world of him.”
“His tinseled uniform was paid for by poor colonial farmers and honest pioneers,” said Gordon, fiercely.
“On the level?” said George Conway.
“He wore a golf suit the last time I saw him,” said Harry.
“Now, Harry, I can see you’re going to spoil it all. The first thing you’ll do, you’ll go and shake hands with him before—”
“Never!” said Harry. “Shake the hand that—er—something or other—mm—squeezes—pinches—er—an unjust tax—er—”
“That’s rotten, Harry!” said Brick Parks.
“Awful,” commented Red Deer.
“Inalienable rights, sure—that’s what his hand tramples on—if it tramples at all.”
“I meant his foot,” said Gordon.
“Well, then, I won’t shake his foot, either,” said Harry.
They sat close to the shore, and listened for the sound of the returning canoe.
“Guess they’re pinched,” suggested Bert.
“Where did you land them?” Harry asked Roy, who brought the canoe back.
“Just in the shadow of the fortress. They’re playing mumbly-peg with the gagged sentinels.”
“What’s that?” said Gordon.
“Never fear,” said Roy. “’Tis not so. Goodman Brent and Goodman Vinton are playing mumbly-peg with each other near the shore. We heard the gagged sentinels talking together a few paces off.”
“Chewing the rag,” ventured Matthew Reed.
“Now, don’t begin that, Matty,” said Harry. “You’ve been so good up to now.”
“Who goes next?” Red Deer asked.
“Goodman Walden, Goodman Morrel—”
“Better send Morrel with the last load, Kid,” said Harry. “He’ll be sure to talk when he gets over.”
“Don’t call me Kid! Is that what you call respect for your leader?”
There was no need for hurry, for they did not wish to land the last boat-load until dawn and they preferred to make a number of trips rather than crowd the canoe. “For,” as Gordon said, quoting Mr. Wade, “this thing must be going on right under his very nose all night.”
So they went over in small lots and did the whole job in eight trips, having met with no mishap85 and made no sound which could possibly have been heard within the fort. The day was just breaking. The two gagged sentinels, faithfully silent, came down to the shore and stood meekly86 watching the group.
“Hello, Kid Lord,” ventured Frankie, in a cautious whisper.
“Did you hear that?” said Brick Parks.
“Come on, follow,” said Mac.
Gordon, with the gigantic, rusty sword thrown over his shoulder like a musket88, trudged89 up the slope, his gallant company following after, and Red Deer, smiling and cleaning his gold specs, bringing up the rear. It was a formidable array. There, on the summit of the grassy height, stood the old fort, rather small and unforbidding to have such a bloody90, but glorious, history. For many years, it had been no more than a roofless ruin, but the partial restoration had been studious and faithful, on the outside, at least. Yes, it was, in all essentials, the same old fort that Montcalm had held against the British in the bloody French and Indian War, that Ethan Allen had taken, and that General Burgoyne had retaken.
The great portal stood open, and the intrepid leader marched boldly in. The first gray light of morning coming through the score of port-holes showed the forms of the occupants, each patrol sleeping in a separate corner of the enclosure. Here was a slight divergence91 from historic truth, for Captain Delaplace had slept upstairs. But there was no upstairs now, and Mr. Wade reposed92 comfortably on a balsam mattress93 among the Ravens94. But was not the feat95 already accomplished96? Had not the sentinels been overpowered and gagged? And had not the brave Green Mountain Boys crossed the lake in small boat-loads under the very nose of the haughty97 Delaplace?
“Ahem,” said Gordon, gruffly, not knowing exactly how to proceed.
“You’ll wake the wrong one,” suggested Red Deer; “better give the captain a poke, Gordon.”
So Gordon stepped up and prodded99 the Albany scoutmaster with his sword. Mr. Wade immediately sat up, rubbing his eyes. “That you, Frank?” said he, sleepily. “You—is it?”
“Come down—er—I mean, get—rise up—you crawling tyrant’s minion76!” shouted Gordon. “I demand the surrender of this fort!”
“There must be some mistake,” said Mr. Wade, rising sleepily and rubbing his eyes. “We have permission to camp here.”
“We scorn the warrant of King George!” Gordon answered, “and denounce your commission—and—er—don’t we?” he ended, turning to Harry.
“Sure we do,” said Harry.
By this time nearly every scout was sitting up, staring. Mr. Wade was beginning to smile.
“I demand the surrender of this fort, Captain Delaplace Wade,” said Gordon, waving the old sword, “in the name of the great Jehovah and the Continental Congress! Here I stand with near a score of sturdy Green Mountain patriots100 at my back. Your sentinels lie gagged. We have come thither—I mean hither—in one of your own canoes!”
“Silence, Goodman Mac,” said Gordon.
“We have come here in the name of Liberty, under the very shadow of your—er—wait a minute—your—er—unguarded walls. Do you admit that you were talking through your hat that night at camp-fire?”
Mr. Wade gave one look at Dr. Brent, who was nearly bursting with laughter. Then he went over to a corner, picked up a scout staff and handed it respectfully to Gordon. “I surrender,” said he, laughing, “but not unconditionally102. The brave Green Mountain Boys must become our guests.”
In a minute all was laughing pandemonium103, and introductions were as thick in the old fortress as bullets in the days of the gallant Montcalm. Red Deer and the tyrant Wade chatted in a way to suggest downright treason on the part of one or the other. Al Wilson, Atwell, and Brownell hobnobbed with Ethan Allen, as if he were a long-lost brother. Frankie and Giant George followed Harry Arnold about, so that it looked suspiciously as if Harry would turn Tory before the day was over. Walter Lee displayed his new canoe to Harry in a way to suggest that the two might have held some treasonable intercourse104 in times past. But worst of all, and enough to make old King George turn in his royal grave, what did the Green Mountain Boys do but agree to remain with the proud redcoats for several days and then join them in a canoe trip up the beautiful Lake George!
The redcoat Wade’s surrender was complete. He admitted that they had done just what he had said could not be done, and that, so far as the transporting of the company and the overpowering of the sentinels were concerned, it was true to history, as nearly as history could be relied upon, when it couldn’t agree with itself.
If we were to follow these thirty-odd boys as their flotilla of canoes glided up the placid105 bosom106 of the beautiful lake on their homeward way, there would be no space for the one or two incidents which have yet to be told. The two troops parted at the head of the lake, where the Oakwood boys took the train for New York.
While they were bidding good-by to the Albany scouts, with many plans for a joint107 camp the next summer, Frankie confided108 a dark secret in Harry’s ear. “Atwell and Brownell sent me into the lean-to for the bottle of citronella the other night, the mosquitoes were so thick.”
“Yes? They say it’s great stuff to rub on your face,” answered Harry.
“Of course, it was dark,” said Frankie.
“Was, hey?” said Harry, carelessly.
“I brought them out a bottle of ink,” Frankie concluded. “They didn’t find it out till after they’d used it.”
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musket
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