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  I knew that the attendants about the quarters of the officers often came into possession of valuable information, so I asked him, though I pretended a

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  very careless and indifferent manner, if anything weighty were afoot.

  " A company of mounted dragoons are looking for Wildfoot, the American ranger," he said, "and a wagon-train loaded with provisions gathered from the farmers is expected in the afternoon. The gen- eral thinks the train may draw Wildfoot and his robbers, and then the dragoons will come down on him and put an end to him and his band."

  That Waters spoke the truth we soon had good proof, for somewhat later both Marcel and I were ordered to join a troop commanded by Blake, which was intended to co-operate with the body of dragoons already in search of Wildfoot. Good horses had been secured for us, and we had no choice but to go and serve against our own countrymen.

  " Let us trust to the luck which has never deserted us yet," said Marcel. " We may be of service to this Wildfoot without betraying ourselves."

  That was a very reasonable and consoling way of putting the matter, and I mounted my horse with a feeling of relief at the prospect of being out in the country again. At least the hangman's noose was not drawn so tightly around our necks there. We attracted attention from the populace as we rode through the city, and in truth a fine body of men ' were we, well mounted, well clothed, and well armed. Some of the people cheered us, but I could see other faces glowering, and I liked them the better. Though this Philadelphia, our finest city, lay under the heel of the enemy, I knew it yet contained many faithful friends of the good cause.

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  A light rain had fallen in the morning, and the beads of water still lay on bush and blade of grass. Forest and field glowed in living green, and the south wind, which had the odor of Howers in its breath, was fresh as the dew upon our faces.

  " It makes one think of the mountains and lakes, and of sleep under the trees," said Vivian, who was of our company.

  " I warn you that you will not have a chance, Vivian, to go to sleep under a tree or anywhere else," said Blake. " We have more important business than day-dreaming in hand. This fellow Wildfoot, who is worse than a plague, must be trapped to-day."

  " I trust that we shall have him hanging from a strong oak bough before nightfall," said Bel fort, who also had been sent on the service.

  " I can scarce say that," continued Blake, who was a gallant fellow. " I would rather light these people with the sword than with the cord."

  The country seemed to be the abiding-place of peace. The district through which we rode had not been harried, and we saw some farmers going about their business.

  They noticed us but little ; doubtless soldiers had ceased long since to be an unaccustomed sight to them. The fresh air and the beauty of the country acted like a tonic upon us. We broke into a gallop, our sabres clanking at our sides. I forgot for the moment that I was with enemies, official enemies.

  " We should meet Barton somewhere near here," said Blake.

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  Barton was the commander of the first troop that had been sent out to trap Wildfoot. Blake had been sent along later, for fear Barton's squad would not be strong enough for its task. Blake was to command both detachments when they united.

  " Barton may not like to be superseded thus," said Blake, " but it is the general's orders. He did not wish to take unnecessary risks."

  " Anyway, we will make sure of the rebels," said Belfort, " and a bit of service like this does not come amiss, after so many weeks of feasting and dancing in Philadelphia."

  " Those must be our friends on that distant hill- side yonder," broke in Marcel, " for against the green of the grass there is a blur of red, which I take to be British coats."

  Marcel was right, and the two parties soon formed a junction. Barton, a middle-aged officer, did not seem so displeased as Blake thought he would be at the coining of the reinforcements and his own super- session in the command.

  "What news?" asked Blake eagerly of him. " Have you seen anything of the rebels yet ? "

  " No," replied Barton ; " but if you will ride witli me to the crest of this hill, I will show you the wagon-train."

  Blake beckoned to several of us to accompany him, and we ascended the hill, which was crowned with oak-trees.

  " See, there they are," said Barton, pointing into the valley beyond, " and I think those wagons carry 62

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  enough food to tempt the starving rebels to almost any desperate deed."

  About thirty large Conestoga wagons, each drawn by four stout bullocks, were moving along slowly and in single file. From where we stood we could hear the creaking of the wagon wheels and the cracking whips of the drivers.

  " You arc right about the temptation," said Blake, "and if Wildfoot and his men mean to make the dash upon them according to our advices, this is the place for it. It would be a matter of great ease for them to surround the wagons in that valley. You have been careful to leave no evidence of your presence, Barton ? "

  " Yes ; this is the nearest that we have been to the wagons," replied Barton. " If the rebels are about, they cannot suspect that the train has other guard than the soldiers you see riding with it."

  " I think it would be wise to keep watch as long as we can from this summit," .siid Blake. " It is well wooded, and will serve to conceal us from the rebels."

  "Captain," said a soldier who had ridden up hastily, " Lieutenant Vivian wishes your presence immediately."

  Vivian had been left in charge for the moment of the soldiers down the hill-side ; and Blake, saying to us, "Come on, gentlemen," galloped back to him. We found the entire troop drawn up as we had left them, but all were gazing towards the north. We looked that way too, and at once saw the cause of this concentrated vision. Just out of musket-rang* 63

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  and under the boughs of a large oak-tree were three or four horsemen. Their reins hung loose, and their attitudes were negligent and easy, but all wore the uniforms of Continental soldiers. Their coats were ragged and faded, as in truth were all the uniforms in our army, but enough of the color was left to allow no room for doubt.

  " By heavens, this savors much of impertinence ! " said Blake. " How came they there ? "

  " We do not know," responded Vivian. " One of the men called my attention, and we saw them sit- ting there just as they are now."

  I had been examining the men with great atten- tion. The one who was nearest to us was large, dark, and apparently very powerful. His figure did not appear altogether strange to me. I was vexing my brain in an endeavor to account for the recol- lection, when Marcel leaned over and whispered to me,

  " Behold him, Chester. It is the lively gentleman who chased us so hotly when we fled into the arms of our friends the British."

  " What is that you say ? " asked Blake, who saw Marcel whispering to me.

  "I was reminding Lieutenant Melville," replied Marcel, " that we had unexpectedly renewed an ac- quaintance. The large man who sits nearest to us is the leader of the band who chased us into the midst of your troop the other day."

  " We failed to take him then," responded Blake, quickly, " but I do not think he can escape us now."

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  ere," said Belfort. " They sliould be lashed into submission with whips."

  A hot reply was rising to my lips, but Blake said lightly: "Then we will even delegate the task of lashing them to you, Belfort. Ve will look on while you ride forward and perform your duty. But wait ! what does that fellow mean ? "

  The larg e man had taken nntiee of us apparently for the first time. With deliberate aetion he hoisted a piece of white cloth on the muzzle of his gun-barrel, and then began to ride slowly towards us.

  " Does he mean that they surrender ? " asked Blake.

  " I think not," said Marcel. " That i
s a flag of truce. He wishes to confer with you."

  " I would hold no conference with him," said Bel- fort. " He is a rebel and not worthy of it. Ix?t us ride forward and shoot them down."

  " Not so," said Blake ; " we must recognize a certain degree of belligerency in them, rebels though they be, and we will hear what he may have to say. Let no one raise a weapon against him while he bears that white flag. The honor of England for- bids it."

  Belfort was silent under the rebuke, but I could see that it stung him. The American continued to approach, but when he was midway between us and his companions he stopped.

  " Come," said Blake, " we will meet him." Ac- companied by a party of officers Marcel, Belfort, Vivian, and myself among the number he rode for- ward. We stopped within speaking-distance of the 65

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  man, who waited very composedly. Then Blake hailed him and demanded his name and his errand.

  " I am Captain William Wildfoot, of the American army," said the man, " and I have somewhat to say to you that may be to your profit, if you take heed of it."

  There were some murmurs in our group when the famous ranger so boldly announced himself, and Blake said, in an undertone, " It would in truth be a great mischance if the fellow escaped us now."

  Then he said to Wildfoot : " We have heard of you, and I may say have been looking for you, but did not expect that you would come to meet us. What is your message ? "

  " I demand the surrender of your command," re- plied the ranger. " I would spare bloodshed, which is distasteful to me, and I pledge you my word that I will treat you well, all of you, officers and men."

  At this marvellous effrontery Blake swore a deep oath, and a murmur arose from the soldiers behind us, who heard the demand, as the ranger probably intended they should.

  "You may be witty, but you are not wise, Sir Rebel," returned Blake. " Yield yourself at once, and perhaps you may secure the pardon of Sir Wil- liam, our commander-in-chief, though your misdeeds are many."

  "Not so fast, my friend," returned Wildfoot. "What you call my misdeeds are deeds of which 1 am proud. At least they have been of some service to our cause and of some disservice to yours, and that, I take it, is the purpose of war. My de 66

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  mand for your surrender you may receive in jocular vein, but I make it again."

  The man spoke with dignity, but it made no im- pression upon the English officers, some of whom angrily exclaimed, " Ride the insolent rebel down!" But Blake again restrained them, calling their atten tion to the flag of truce.

  " Rejoin your companions," he said to Wildfoot u To that much grace you are entitled, but no more, since you choose to boast of your treason and othei misdeeds."

  " It shall be as you wish," rejoined Wildfoot, " but I will find means to let Sir William Howe know that I gave you fair warning. He cannot say that I took advantage of you."

  He turned his horse and rode placidly back to hia companions, while Blake sat all a-trcmble with rage. The moment Wildfoot reached his comrades, who had been waiting for him in apparent listlessncss, he pulled off his wide-brimmed hat, which had shaded his face during the interview, waved it to us, and galloped away through the forest, while we, with a wild shout, galloped after him.

  " He will soon bitterly rue his theatrical display," said Blake, " for I doubt not that Sir William will show little mercy to such a marauder as he. So ho, my lads! Yonder goes the chase ! Lose not sight of them !"

  The little American band had disappeared from our view for a moment, but as we came into an open- ing we saw them again galloping ahead of us just out of range.

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  trumpeter who galloped by his side. " We will show these fellows what we think of them."

  The man raised the trumpet to his lips, and the clear and inspiriting strains of a hunting catch rang through the forest. It was a note of derision, a summons for the hunter to pursue the game, and in recognition of its meaning the troopers burst into a cheer.

  "It will be a fine hunt, ay, finer than to pursue the fox or the deer," said Belfort.

  The fugitives were well horsed, for the distance between them and the pursuers did not diminish. Some scattering shots were fired at them, but all fell short, and Blake commanded the firing to cease until the opportunities for execution grew better.

  The flight of the Americans led us gradually towards the foot of the slope, and we came to a broad sweep of country which was free from trees or undergrowth. Here the British pushed their horses to the utmost, and Blake commanded his men to spread out fan-like, in the hope of enclosing the fugitives if they sought to turn or double like foxes. There seemed to be wisdom in this plan, for beyond the open the stretch of ground practicable for horse- men narrowed rapidly. The country farther on was broken by hillocks and curtained with scrubby woods.

  " We have them now," exclaimed Blake, joyously. "So ho! So ho! my lads!"

  The trumpeter again merrily blew his hunting catch, and the men cheered its inspiring notes. I could easily understand why Blake was so eager to overtake Wildfoot, who in himself would be a very

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  important capture, while his conduct on this occa- sion had been roost irritating. It was iris wish to get within firing range of the fugitives before they crossed the open stretch, but it was soon evident that such effort would be in vain. The long easy stride of the horses that Wildfoot and his men rode showed that they had strength in reserve.

  "There is a ravine in front of that wood," ex- claimed Belfort, who rode at my left hand. " Mr. Fox and his friends have trapped themselves."

  So it seemed. But, though Wildfoot must have seen the ravine, he and his men galloped towards it without hesitation.

  "Forward, my men,' cried Blake; "we'll take them now."

  Wildfoot and his men were at the edge of the gully, which we could now see was wide and lined with bushes. They checked their horses, spoke to them soothingly, and the next moment the gallant animals, gathering themselves up, leaped over the bushes into the ravine, horses and men alike dis- appearing from our view.

  "Tis but a last desperate trick to delude us," cried Blake. " On, my lads ! "

  In a wide but converging line we swept down upon the gully. We were scarce fifty feet from it when I heard a sharp, brief cry like a command, and from the dense wood that lined its farther bank there burst forth a flash of flame like the gleaming edge of a sword, only many times longer and brighter, and the next moment we went down as if smitten by a thunderbolt.

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  In war there is nothing that strikes fear to the heart lik'e a surprise. While the front ranks of the British force crumbled away like a wrecked ship be- fore the beat of the sea, cries of terror burst from those behind, and, mingling with the groans and the terrified neighing of the horses, produced a din that bewildered me. From this stupor I was aroused by the plunging of my horse, which had been wounded in the neck. I seized the reins, dropped from my hands in the first shock, and was endeavoring to draw back the frightened animal, so that he might not trample upon the fallen, when Marcel's face ap- peared through the dense smoke, and he shouted to me,

  " Shelter yourself behind your horse as much as you can. It is time for them to give us another volley ! "

  I took his advice not a whit too soon, for almost as he spoke, the withering flame flashed from the wood a second time, and once again our command cried out under the force of it.

  But the British I will give them credit for bravery and all soldierly qualities began to recover from their surprise. Blake shouted and cursed, and the officers, with a fine display of gallantry, helped him to restore order in the command. Thus was the column beaten at length into some sort of shape and the fire of the ambushers returned, though no one could see whether the counter-fire did any execution.

  After a few moments of this fusillade the British

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  for one who falls into a trap must needs try to get

  out of it the best he can. But we heard a loud

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  shout on the slope above us, and a party of horse- men led by Wildfoot himself burst from the covert and charged down upon us.

  " Here are enemies whom we can see ! " shouted Blake. " At them, my lads ! "

  The whole troop turned to meet the charge, but they were ill fitted to endure it, for their flanks were still quivering beneath the fire from beyond the gully. The two bodies of horsemen met with a crash, and the British line staggered back. The next moment Wildfoot and his men were among us.

  " By all the saints, I will do for him ! " exclaimed Belfort, who had a ready pistol in his hand. Wild- foot and Blake were crossing swords in so fierce a combat that the ring of their blades was like the beat of the hammer upon the anvil.

  Belfort levelled his pistol point-blank at the par- tisan, and would have slain him then and there, bu t at that moment, why I need not say, my horse stumbled and fell almost with his full weight against Belfort's. His pistol was knocked from his hand, and he barely kept his seat in his saddle.

  " Damnation ! " he roared. " What are " and the rest of his words were lost in the din.

  Just then the duel between the two leaders ended. Blake was unable to cope with his larger and more powerful antagonist, and his blade was dashed from his hand. Wildfoot might have shorn his head from his shoulders with one blow of his great sabre. Instead, he thrust the weapon into his belt, seized Blake by both shoulders, and hurled him to the earth, where the stricken man lay, prone and still. 71