Peggy Owen Patriot Part 27

As Peggy placed the candle she had carried to light them up the stairs in the socket of a candlestick on the chest of drawers, Harriet closed the door, and shot the bolt. Then slowly the two turned and stood face to face. Not a word was spoken for a full moment. They gazed at each other as though seeking to pierce the mask of flesh and bones that hid their souls.

It was a tense moment. The att.i.tude of the Quakeress was accusing; that of the English girl defiant, changing to one of supplication as the dark eyes of her cousin held her own orbs in that intent look. For a time she bore the gaze unflinchingly, but soon her glance wavered, her eyelids drooped, and she sank into a chair whispering:

"You know, Peggy. You know!"

"Yes," said Peggy. "I know, Harriet."

"Will-will they hang me, Peggy? What did Mr. Was.h.i.+ngton say? Oh, I have been so miserable this afternoon! I thought they were coming to take me every time the door opened. And you were so long with him. What did he say?"

"He does not know that it was thee who writ the letter yet, Harriet,"

Peggy informed her calmly.

"Not know?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Harriet, springing up in amazement. "Did you not tell him, Peggy?"

"No, Harriet. I promised thee this morning that I would not, and I could not break my word," explained Peggy simply.

"You did not tell him?" cried Harriet, as though she could not believe her ears. "Why, Peggy Owen, how could you get out of it? He would believe that you were the guilty one if you did not."

"So he told me, Harriet. But I had promised thee; and then, and then, though thee does not deserve it, I could not help but think of that spy we saw-- But, Harriet, I asked him to give me a little time, and I thought that I would ask thee to return my promise, because I cannot submit to rest under the implication of having tried to injure General Was.h.i.+ngton. Thee must give me back my word, my cousin."

"And if I do not?" asked Harriet anxiously.

"I am going to father with the whole matter. I shall do that anyway. The general claims that I was tricked, and I was, most shamefully. That letter was not the one that thee let me read. And the letter telling of the attack was thine. I see it all-why thee rode ahead to warn the governor and the garrison, and everything. The time has come, Harriet, when thou shalt tell me why thou hast come here to act as a spy. Why hast thou used us, thy kinspeople, to mask such plots as thou hast been in against our own friends? Have we used thee unkindly? Or discourteously? Why should thee treat us so, my cousin?"

[Ill.u.s.tration: "WHY SHOULD THEE PLAY THE SPY?"]

"I did not mean to, Peggy," returned Harriet with her old manner of affection. "Do you not remember that I said this morning that I was sorry that I let you send it? And I am. I am. But John Drayton was to be with us, and he watched me so that I feared that he would see me. Truly, I am sorry, Peggy."

She spoke with evident sincerity so that Peggy believed her.

"Harriet," she said, "tell me why thou hast done this? Why should thee play the spy?"

Harriet s.h.i.+vered at the word. "I am cold," she said. "Let us get into bed, Peggy. I am cold."

Without a word of protest Peggy helped her to undress, but she herself climbed into the four-poster without disrobing. Harriet pulled the many colored counterpanes about her and snuggled down into the thick feather bed.

"Peggy," she said presently, "I know 'tis thought most indelicate for a female to engage in such enterprise as spying, but would you not take any risk for your country if you thought it would benefit her?"

"Yes," a.s.sented her cousin. "I would."

"That and one other thing is the reason that I have become one," said Harriet. "We English believe that you Americans are wrong about the war.

We are loyal to our king, and fight to keep the colonies which rightfully belong to him. I came with my brother, Clifford, over here, and both of us were full of enthusiasm for His Majesty. We determined to do anything that would help him to put down the rebellion, and so believing offered our services to Sir Henry Clinton.

"There was but this one thing that I could do, and when we learned that you and your mother were to join Cousin David we knew that it was the opportunity we sought. Sir Henry welcomed the chance to have an informant who would be right in the midst of things without being suspected. And I have learned much, Peggy. I have done good work."

"Harriet," interrupted Peggy amazed at the recital, "does thee mean to tell me thee knew when mother and I were coming?"

"To the very day," answered Harriet with a laugh. "Oh, we keep well informed in New York. You little know the people who are around you. And your general hath spies among us, too. 'Tis fortune of war, Peggy."

"So General Was.h.i.+ngton said," mused Peggy. "But I would thee were not one. 'Tis a life full of trickery and deceit. I like it not for a girl."

"And the other reason," continued Harriet, "is more personal. Peggy, my father hath lost all his fortune. We are very poor, my cousin."

"But-but thy frocks?" cried Peggy. "Thee has been well dressed, Harriet, and frocks are frocks these days."

"It seems so to you because you know not the mode, cousin. Were you in London you would soon see the difference betwixt my gowns and those of fas.h.i.+on. But I was to have the reward for Governor Livingston should the plan for his capture succeed, and that would have helped father a great deal."

"Oh, Harriet, Harriet!" moaned Peggy bewildered by this maze of reasoning. "I would that thee had not done this, or that thou hadst returned to thy people long ago. Why did thee not go back the other day?

'Twas in the letter that thee should be near so as to be taken also."

"I intended to," answered Harriet. "That was why I wished to ride near to Liberty Hall, but when I found that I had lost the note, I came back for it, hoping that you had not seen it. You were determined to warn both the garrison and the governor, and that would render it impossible for me to get to our forces. I tried to slip away yesterday, but there was no chance. And now you will tell on me to-morrow, and I will be hanged."

"Don't, Harriet," pleaded Peggy. "I am going right down to father, and see if he can tell us some way out of this. It may be that he can persuade General Was.h.i.+ngton to let thee go back to thy people."

"Peggy," cried Harriet laying a detaining hand upon the girl as she slipped from the bed. "You must not bring Cousin David into this. He is a soldier who stands high with the general. If he intercedes for me he will himself be under suspicion. You would not wish to get your father into trouble, would you? Beside, 'tis his duty, as a patriot, to give me up to punishment. Do you not see it? If I were not your cousin you would not hesitate in the matter."

"True," said Peggy pausing. Well she knew that her father was so loyal that the matter might appear to him in just that very way. "He loves thee well though, Harriet."

"And for that reason he shall not be tempted," cried Harriet. "No, Peggy; there is no help. I must pay the penalty. I knew the risk."

She buried her face in the pillow, and, despite her brave words, sobs shook her form.

"Is there no way? No way?" cried Peggy frantically. "I cannot bear to think of thee being hang--" She paused, unable to finish the dreadful word.

"There is one way," said Harriet suddenly sitting up. "If you would help me, Peggy, to get to Amboy I could get to New York from there."

"Could thee, Harriet? How?"

"There are always sloops that ply betwixt the two places," said Harriet.

"If I could but reach there I know that I could get one of them to take me to the city."

"But how could thee reach Amboy?" asked Peggy.

"Peggy, go with me now," pleaded Harriet, clasping her arms about her cousin. "Let us slip down, and get our horses. Then we can get to Amboy, and you could be back to-morrow morning. Your father, ay! and your mother, too, would be glad to know that I had got away before they came to arrest me."

"But why should I go?" inquired Peggy. "Can thee not go alone? Thee knows the way."

"They would not let me pa.s.s the lines," said Harriet. "They would know by my voice that I was English, and would detain me. Whatever we try to do in the matter must be done to-night, because to-morrow will be too late. Will you come with me, Peggy? I shall never ask aught else of you."

"I will come," said Peggy, after a moment's thought. "I do believe that father and mother will approve. And, Harriet, will thee give me back my promise, if I do come?"

"Yes, Peggy. And further, my cousin, if you will but help me to get to New York I will never act the spy again. I promise you that of my own accord. 'Tis too much risk for a girl, and I have had my lesson."

"Oh, Harriet," cried Peggy. "If thee will only do that then I can tell General Was.h.i.+ngton all the matter with light heart. I like not to think of thee as a spy."

The tattoo had long since sounded. The house was still. The girls dressed themselves warmly, and stole silently out of the dwelling down to the stables where their horses were kept. Deftly they bridled and saddled the animals, and then led them quietly to the lane which would take them to the road.

In the distance the flames of the dying camp-fires flickered palely, illumining the shadowy forms of the few soldiers grouped about them, and accentuating the gloom of the encircling wood. A brooding stillness hung over the encampment, broken only by the sough of the wind as it wandered about the huts, or stirred the branches of the pines on the hills. The army slept. Slept as only those sleep who have earned repose. They were soldiers whose hards.h.i.+ps and sufferings have scarcely a parallel in the annals of history, yet they could sleep even though they had but hard boards for a couch, and but a blanket or a little straw for covering.