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  In Hostile Red

  J. A. Altsheler

  Prefatory Note

  The author published three years ago, in Lip- pincotfs Magazine^ a short romance, called " A Knight of Philadelphia" which forms the basi* of the present story.

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  Contents

  CHAFTBB PAGE

  I. IN HOSTILE RED 11

  II. FEELING THE WAY 27

  III. SIR WILLIAM'S REVEL 42

  IV. ON A NEW SERVICE 59

  V. TIIE WORK OF WILDKOOT 73

  VI. A Cocsix FROM ENGLAND 82

  Vn. THE QUARREL 94

  VIII. A FILE OK PRISONERS 101

  IX. WITH THE COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF .... 115

  X. THE FIXE FINISH OF A PLAY 123

  XI. A MAN HUNT 134

  XII. A DELICATE SEARCH 142

  XIII. HESSIAN WRATH 153

  XIV. ACCORDING TO PROMISE 166

  XV. THE PURSUIT OF WILDFOOT 179

  XVI. A REBUKE FOR WATERS 187

  XVII. GREAT NEWS 191

  XVm. THE SILENT SENTINEL 202

  XIX. A RIDE FOR THE CAUSE 219

  XX. THE NIGHT COMBAT S32

  XXL KEEPING t r APPEARANCES 245

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  XXII. A FULL CONFESSION 254

  XXIII. GEORGE WASHINGTON'S MERCY .... 261

  XXIV. IN THE CITY AGAIN 274

  XXV. THE WIDOW'S MIGHT 281

  XXVI. AN AVERAGE NIGHT WITH WILDFOOT . 299

  XXVII. PURE GOLD 307

  XXVIII. AT THE COUNCIL FIRE 313

  XXIX. UNDER THE APPLE-TREES 313

  XXX. THE DEFENCE OF THE GUN 321

  XXXI. A BATTLE AND Ax ANSWERED QUESTION 334

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  CHAPTER ONE In Hostile Red

  CAPTAIN the Honorable Charles Monta- gue, eldest sou and heir to Lord George Montague, of Bridgewater Hall, York- shire, England," said Mareel, reading the letters, " and Lieutenant Arthur Melville, son to Sir Frederick William Melville, of Newton-on-the- Hill, Staffordshire, England. Those names sound well, don't they, eh, Chester? They roll like the Delaware."

  I could not restrain a smile at the prim and choppy way in which Marcel pronounced the names and titles, just as if he were calling the roll of our company. Nevertheless, I wished to hide it, feeling some sympathy for the two young Englishmen be- cause of the grievous state into which they had fallen. As they stood a bit apart from us, they preserved the seeming of dignity, but in truth it was apparent that beneath this cloak they were sore troubled in mind ; and well they had a right to be. It was a hard fate to come all the way across the ocean with letters of high recommendation to one's Commander-in-chief, only to fall into the hands of the enemy, letters and all, with the place of destina* tion almost in sight.

  " They should have stood very high in the graces of Sir William Howe had they reached Philadelphia," said Marcel, " for here are letters from some of the 11

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  greatest men in England, descanting upon their military merits. Perhaps, Chester, we have saved the Thirteen Colonies with this little achievement, you and I. Because, if everything in these letters be t rue» a nd it is not for me to criticise the veracity of the writers-, one of our prisoners must be an Alexander at the very least, and the other a Hannibal."

  Marcel had a sprightly humor, and one could never tell how it was going to show itself. But he was not given to malice, and he spoke the latter words in a tone that the Englishmen could not hear.

  " Chester," he resumed, drawing me a little farther to one side, "these young gentlemen, barring their mischance of falling into our hands, seem to be veri- table pets of fortune. They are rich, of high station, and they come to join a powerful army which has all the resources of war at its command. And look at their raiment, Chester; look at their raiment, I say!"

  In good truth, they were apparelled in most com- fortable and seemly fashion. There is always a brave dash of color and adornment about the uni- form of the British officer, and our prisoners had omitted nothing.

  "Now look at our own attire," said Marcel, in tones of the utmost melancholy.

  Of a verity, there was cause for his melancholy; the contrast was most piteous. Time and hard wear had played sad tricks with our regimentals, and, what was worse, we knew not when or how we were to replace them.

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  a I see not why we should grieve over it," I said. " The matter cannot be helped, and we must make the best of it we can."

  " Perhaps," replied Marcel, fingering the letters meditatively. Then he turned and said with much politeness to Captain Montague,

  I believe you stated that you and your friend are complete strangers to Sir William and his army ? "

  " Yes," replied Captain Montague ; " we have no acquaintance with them at all, and we fear that the unlucky capture of us you have effected will prevent us from making any very soon. "

  " It was mere chance, and no fault of yours, that threw you into our hands," said Marcel, very courte- ously ; " and it may save you from being killed on the battle-field, which fate I would take to be some- what unpleasant."

  Then he drew me aside again.

  "Chester," he said, assuming his most weighty manner, "sit down on this tree-trunk. I wish to hold converse with you for a moment or two."

  I occupied the designated seat and waited for him to speak, knowing that he would take his own good time about it.

  " Chester," he said, the solemnity of his tone un- changed, " you know what I am."

  " Yes," I replied ; " by descent three parts French and one part Irish, by birth South Carolinian ; there- fore wholly irresponsible."

  " Quite true," he replied ; " and you are by descent three parts English and one part Scotch, and by Mrth Pennsylvania!! ; therefore if you were to die 13

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  the world would come to an end. Now, Bob Ches- ter, still your Quakerish soul and listen. Behold those officers ! Their brave clothes and well-rounded figures, which indicate a fine and abundant diet, arouse much envy in my soul, and because of it I have taken a resolution. Now having listened, look I "

  He rose and bowed low.

  " Lieutenant Melville," he said, addressing himself to me, " pardon this somewhat formal and abrupt introduction, but I have heard often of your family, and I know of its ancient and honorable extraction. Perhaps my own may fairly make pretensions of a similar character. Lieutenant Melville, permit me to introduce myself. I am Captain the Honorable Charles Montague, eldest son to Lord George Mon- tague, of Bridgewater Hall, Yorkshire. I am de- lighted to meet you, Lieutenant Melville, and doubly delighted to know that you also have letters to our illustrious commander-in-chief. and that we shall be comrades in arms and in glory."

  " Marcel," said I, after a moment's pause, for he had taken the breatli from me, " this is impossible. It would mean the halter for both of us before to- morrow; night."

  " Not so," he replied. " Neither of those men has a personal acquaintance in the British army. What I propose is easy enough, if we only preserve a little coolness and tact. I am tired of skulking about like a half-starved hound, and I want an adventure. It 's only for a day or two. Moreover, think what valu- able information we might be able to acquire in Phil- adelphia, and what a great service we might render 14

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  to our coiniuander-in-chief. But of course, if you are afraid to go with me, I will go alone."

  So speaking, he looked at me in the most provok- ing manner.

  Now, I hold that I am a prudent man, but the Highland fourth in my blood will get the mastery of the English thr
ee- fourths now and then, and I never would take a dare from Marcel. Besides, I had a sudden vision and I dreamed of a great service to a des{» eratc cause, to be followed perhaps by high promotion.

  "A good idea," I said. "We will go to our colonel and propose it at once."

  Marcel laughed, and his manner became more provoking than ever.

  " And be called a fool for your trouble," he said. " Now is your chance or not at all. Come, Bob ! Our success will bring our pardon. At this moment the way of a true patriot lies there."

  He pointed toward Philadelphia, and his words were most tempting.

  "Very well," I said; "if you go alone you will surely be detected and hanged as a spy. Since it is necessary for me to go with you to save you, I '11 have to do it"

  " It is most kind of you," said Marcel ; " and then if we must hang it will be pleasanter for us to hang together."

  We beckoned to Sergeant Pritchard and told him our plan. He was full of astonishment and protesta- tions. But, as he was under our command, he could do naught but obey.

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  The two young Englishmen were compelled to re- tire behind some trees and divest themselves of their fine clothes, which we donned, giving them our rags in return. All the letters and other documents that we found in their possession we put in our pockets. Then we mounted their sleek, fat horses and turned our heads towards Philadelphia.

  Sergeant Pritchard," I said, "look well to the prisoners, and see that they do not escape ere we return."

  "Then they will never escape," he said. 'Lieu- tenant Chester, you and Lieutenant Marcel could find better ways to die. I beg you to come back."

  "Sergeant Pritchard," said Marcel, "we will do you the honor of dining with you, at your expense, one month from to-day. Meanwhile report to our colonel the nature of the errand upon which we are now going."

  Then we bowed low to the gentlemen whose clothes we wore, and galloped off towards Philadelphia.

  One can become intoxicated without drinking, and the air was so brilliant and buoyant that I think it got into our heads and created in us an unusual meas- ure of high spirits. Moreover, we were so nobly clad and had such good horses under us that we felt like gentlemen of quality for the first time in many long and weary months. We galloped at a great rate for a half-hour, and then when we pulled our horses down to a walk Marcel turned a satisfied smile upon me.

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  with extreme politeness. " It is in truth most be- coming to you, and I dare say there is no officer in the service of our gracious Majesty King George who could present a finer appearance or prove himself more worthy of his commission."

  "A thousand thanks, Captain Montague/' I re- i plied. *' Such a compliment from an officer of your critical discernment and vast experience is in truth most grateful. Permit me to add, without attempt- ing to flatter you, that you yourself make a most imposing and military figure. May these perverse rebels soon give us both a chance to prove our valor and worth ! '

  "The warlike words of a warrior," said Marcel. " And it seemeth to me, Lieutenant Melville, that the warrior is worthy of his wage. The country about us is fair. There are hills and dales and run- ning streams and woodland and pasture. I doubt not that when all the rebels are hanged and their goods confiscated, the king will allot brave estates to us for our most faithful services. It will be very pleasant to each of us, Lieutenant Melville, to have fair acres in this country to add to what we may have some day in England. See that tall hill afar to the right ; I think I will rear my mansion upon its crest That curtain of wood on the slope there will make a lordly j , while my lands will roll back for miles."

  " And I trust that I shall be your neighbor, Captain Montague," I replied, " for, behold, to the left is another hill, upon which a noble building shall rise, the home of the famous soldier General Melville, Duke of Pennsylvania." 2 17

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  Then we threw our heads back and laughed like two boys out for a frolic.

  " There is one thing that both of us must bear in mind, Lieutenant Melville," said Marcel, presently.

  " What is that ? " I asked.

  " We must not forget the tragic end of two young American officers whom we knew, Lieutenant Robert Chester, of Pennsylvania, and Lieutenant Philip Marcel, of South Carolina."

  " Ah ! their fate was sad, very sad," I said.

  Marcel put his face in his hands and appeared to

  " They departed this life very suddenly," he said, " about ten o'clock of a fine morning, on the 8th of May, 1778, in his Britannic Majesty's province of Pennsylvania, about fifteen miles east of his most loyal city of Philadelphia. The witnesses of their sudden and sorrowful demise were Sergeant Pritch- ard, four privates in the rebel service, and two young British officers who had just been captured by the aforesaid rebels. But such, alas, are the chances of war ; we must even weep their fate, for they were so young and so ingenuous! Lieutenant Melville, will you weep with me ? "

  We bowed our heads and wept.

  " Suppose the English officers should ask us about England and our homes and kin ? " I said to Marcel. " How could we answer them without at once con- victing ourselves ? "

  "That will be easy enough," replied Marcel, gayly. " We have brains, have n't we ? And if any impertinent fellow becomes too inquisitive we can do 18

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  as the Connecticut man does: we can answer a question with a question of our own. Besides, there is plenty of information in these letters that we have captured, and we can study them."

  We were now approaching the British lines, but were still in a region that might be called doubtful ground, since parties from either army scouted and foraged over it.

  I suggested that we halt in the shade of a con- venient grove and examine the letters again with minute care, rehearsing them in order that we might be perfectly familiar with their contents. This we did, and then each tested the knowledge of the other, like a pedagogue questioning his pupil.

  " I think we '11 do," said Marcel. " Even if we were to lose the letters, we can remember everything that is in them."

  " That being granted," I replied, " I propose that we push on at once for Philadelphia. I am amaz- ingly hungry, and I have heard that the rations of the British officers are a delight to the stomach."

  We mounted our horses and rode leisurely on. As we were drawing near to the city we expected to meet scouting or skirmishing parties, and we were not subjected to disappointment

  Presently, as our road wound around a hill we heard a clanking of spurs and the jabber of voices. Through some trees we could see bits of sunshine reflected from the metal of guns.

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  of manner as if we equalled Sir William Howe himself in rank."

  We shook up our horses, and they trotted forward, Marcel and I assuming an air of ease and indiffer- ence. A dozen troopers came into our view. They were rather a begrimed and soiled lot, and it was quite evident to us that they had been on a foraging expedition, for one of them carried chickens and turkeys, and another had a newly slain pig resting comfortably across his saddle-bow. The leader seemed to be a large swart man who rode in front and clutched a squawking hen in his left hand.

  " They 're Americans ! They 're of our own side, by Jupiter ! " exclaimed Marcel. " We '11 warn them that this is dangerous ground and that they may meet the enemy at any moment."

  So we whipped up our horses and galloped for- ward with this benevolent purpose in view.

  But, to our great amazement and to our equal indignation, the large man drew a horse-pistol of a bigness proportioned to his own, and fired point- blank at us. I heard three or four slugs whizzing in a most uncomfortable manner past my hea
d, and, thinking it was time to stop, drew back my horse with a jerk.

  " The confounded whipper-snapper dandies ! " ex- claimed the big man with the pistol. " Would they dare to ride us down ! At them, lads, and knock them off their horses ! "

  " Stop ! stop ! " shouted Marcel. " What do you mean by attacking your own countrymen and com-

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  But his only answer was a shout of derision ami the cocking of pistols. Then I remembered that we were clad in the British uniform. The Americans might well believe that our protestations of friend- ship were but a sham. In truth, thej could scarce be expected to believe aught else. With a quick and powerful jerk of the rein I wheeled my horse about Marcel did likewise, and away we galloped, our countrymen hot at our heels and their bullets whist- ling about us.

  It was lucky for us that the foragers were well loaded up with spoil and their movements and aim thus impeded. Otherwise I think we should have been slain. But, as it was, none of their bul- lets struck us, and the suddenness of our flight gave us a good start. We bent down upon our horses' necks, in order to present as small a target as possible.

  " I think we ought to stop and explain," I said to Marcel when we had galloped a few hundred yards.

  " But there is no time to explain," he replied. " If we were to check our speed we would be overtaken by bullets before we could make explanation. Our uniforms, though very tine and becoming, are much against us, and even if we should escape without wounds we would be taken back as prisoners to the American army."