"I wish I had not been so hard on the man. I really liked him," soliloquized the sailor. "Poor Blodgett, almost forgotten, as Mr. Talbot says. He died the right way, though, doing his duty, fighting for his country and for those he loved. Well, he was a brave man—for a soldier," he murmured thoughtfully.
Out on the river the little sloop4 was speeding rapidly along. Ride as thou wilt5, Philip, she cannot be overtaken. Most of the exhausted6 men lay about the decks in drunken slumber7. Johnson stood moodily8 by the man at the helm; his triumph had been tempered by Desborough's interference. Two or three of the more decent of his followers9 were discussing the events of the night.
"Poor Joe!" said one.
"Yes, and Evans and Whitely too," was the reply.
"Ay, three dead, and nobody hurt for it," answered the other.
"You forget the old fellow at the landing, though."
"Yes, he fought like the devil, and came near balking10 the whole game. That was a lucky shot you got in, Davis, after Evans missed and was hit. That fellow was a brave man—for a rebel," said the raider.
In the cabin of the sloop Colonel Wilton was sitting on one of the lockers11, his arm around Katharine, who was leaning against him, weeping, her hands before her face. Desborough was standing12 respectfully in front of them.
"And you say he made a good fight?" asked the colonel, sadly.
"Splendid, sir. We stole up to the boat-house with muffled13 oars14, wishing to give no warning, and before he knew it half of us were on the wharf15. He challenged, we made a rush; he shot the first man in the breast and brained the next with his clubbed musket16, shouting words of warning the while. The men fell back and handled their pistols. I heard two or three shots, and then he fell, never making another sound. But for Johnson's forethought in sending a second boat load to the upper landing to get to the back of the house, you might have escaped with the warning and the delay he caused. He was a brave man, and died like a soldier," continued the young man, softly.
"He saved my life at Cartagena, and when I caught the fever there, he nursed me at the risk of his own. He was faithfulness itself. He died as he would have liked to die, with his face to the enemy. I loved him in a way you can hardly understand. Yes, he was a brave man,—my poor old friend."
On the rustic17 bench beside the driveway overlooking the river sat a little woman, older by ten years in the two hours which had elapsed since she looked after the disappearing figure of her son.
She heard the sound of wheels upon the gravel18 road, and recognized Colonel Wilton's carriage and horses coming up the hill; there were her own two horses following after, but neither of the riders was her son. What could have happened? She rose in alarm. The carriage stopped near her.
"What, mother, are you still here?" said Hilary, opening the door and stepping out, his voice cold and stern.
"Yes, my son; what has happened?"
"Dunmore's men have raided the Wilton place. Katharine and her father have been carried away by that brute19 Johnson, who commanded the party. Seymour has been wounded in defending Katharine. I have brought him here. This is the way," he went on fiercely, "his majesty20 the king wages war on his beloved subjects of Virginia."
"'They that take the sword, shall perish with the sword,'" she quoted with equal resolution.
"And Blodgett is killed too," he added.
"What else have those who rebel against their rightful monarch21 a right to expect?" she replied. "Is Mr. Seymour seriously wounded?"
"No, madam," answered that young man, from the carriage; "but I fear me my cause makes me an unwelcome visitor."
"Nay22, not so, sir. No wounded helpless man craving23 assistance can ever be unwelcome at my—at the home of the Talbots, whatever his creed24. How died Blodgett, did you say, Hilary?"
"Fighting for his master, at the foot of the path, shot by those ruffians."
"So may it be to all enemies of the king," she replied; "but after all he was a brave man. 'T is a pity he fell in so poor a cause."
And that was thy epitaph, old soldier; that thy requiem25, honest
Blodgett,—from friend and foe26 alike,—"He was a brave man."
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