Then Marched the Brave Part 6

A SUSPICION

September dragged wretchedly. There was no need of stealing among the bushes for news or amus.e.m.e.nt.

Indeed, Andy wisely concluded that to keep to the open, innocent ways would be the only possible thing that could help the absent master.

He missed the lessons and the exciting comrades.h.i.+p, too; the contrast was painful. Janie saw, but questioned not. It was all beyond her. Ruth was the only relief.

"Fear not, Andy," she would say. "You must bide your time, and wait patiently. 'Tis what Was.h.i.+ngton is doing. Copy your General in this, as well as other things. One may serve in that way as well as in others.

You should hear the tales Hans Brickman tells of the doings in the patriot camp. He carries eggs and honey, you know.

"He says that Was.h.i.+ngton isn't just fighting or holding in check the king's men; but his own troops are acting shamefully--threatening to desert, and begging for money; complaining all day long. Oh! if I were a soldier I would show them!" The girl flung her strong young arms above her head, and brought down her clenched fists in a laughably vehement way.

"And there sits that great General, never flinching, but writing to Congress to pay the babies; and calming the tyrants with one breath, and shaming them into obedience with the next.

"Hans says he dashes at them sometimes with his sword, and slaps the raw recruits into shape, telling them that if they run when he orders them to advance, he'll shoot them himself. There's a man for you!"

"Indeed there is a man," nodded Andy, and his face grew brighter. "And I should cry shame to myself because I am so impatient of this lameness which holds me back."

"Holds you back! Andy McNeal, that is rank ingrat.i.tude. You've been up to some mighty doings, that I know, or you would not be hungering for more glory. Oh, I can see a bit ahead of my nose. Time was when you hung around, not knowing glory because it had not come your way. You've tasted it, Andy, and your thirst grows. I know a thing or two. You're getting strong, too, Andy; you're an inch taller than I. Father mentioned the fact this very morning. You're taking on airs, but remember, I knew you when you were less a man. Have a care; a woman has a tongue. I'll be calling you down if you carry things with too high a hand."

Andy laughed and stood straighter. Then, very quietly:

"Andy, what was the master's name?"

"Ruth, I do not know."

"Do not, or will not tell?"

"I do not know."

"Can you tell me why he stayed here?"

"I cannot tell you, Ruth. Why do you ask?" The girl paused and dropped her clear eyes.

"They do say, the whisper has reached my father, that he was a spy, and--and a dangerous one!"

"They lie!" said Andy, hotly; "he, a spy!" Then the boyish voice fell.

The last, sad talk under the stars came clearly back, and in the shock of the memory the boy trembled.

Ruth watched him closely. "I'm not over-curious," she faltered, "but I fear for you. If he--if he were a spy you were seen with him far too often for your good. Father even feared for me."

"Ruth" (Andy's voice had a new tone), "I can believe no dishonor of the master, and I am proud that I walked with him and was his friend!"

"Aye" (Ruth looked doubtful), "but a spy is not a good thing, Andy, no matter what shape it takes."

Old, rigid training held them both, but Andy must defend his friend, though the honest soul of Ruth shone from her eyes, and challenged him.

"It is as a thing is used," he began, lamely, but seeing his way dimly.

"Father does not preach that," Ruth broke in.

"No; nor would I preach it," sighed Andy.

"But you would act it?" Ruth flashed.

"I do--not know. I cannot think the master was aught but honest. If he were--were--" Andy could not use the hard word--"if he were finding things out, you may be sure, Ruth, it was not for his own uplifting. If he gave what other men would call--would call their honor--it was because he held not even _that_ from his country. I can--see--how--that could--be!"

Ruth raised her eyes. "Could you, Andy?" she said.

"Yes. I could give it as I could my life. I would take no recompense, I would just give, and do anything. Ruth, suppose you knew a truth about--about--well, about me; a truth that, if it were known, would be the death of me. Would you tell, or--or would you save me?"

It was a rigid moment for the stern little maid. Her eyes fell, then were raised again.

"I--do--not--know," she panted, "but a lie is a lie, and I should expect to be punished."

"So should I for any dishonorable thing," agreed Andy. "That is just it, but it would be my willingness to do it, and then to suffer, that makes the difference."

The two were standing near the end of the Pa.s.s at a small gate, and as Andy ceased speaking a sound smote their ears that turned them pale. It was the sound of many hors.e.m.e.n galloping wildly onward.

"The king's men landed at Kip's Bay this morning," gasped Andy, clutching the gate, "and they do say that Dougla.s.s's men are not strong enough to defend the point."

It was Putnam's five brigades; the boy and girl only knew they were patriot troops. They had been ordered by Was.h.i.+ngton to make for Manhattanville before retreat was cut off.

Young Aaron Burr was acting as guide. The master had once pointed him out to Andy, and the boy remembered the face well. Boldly and fearlessly he was riding, and Andy's voice broke into a cheer as he recognized the n.o.ble face. The leaders halted. There were several roads ahead; which was safest and quickest? Burr ventured a question.

"Which way leads most directly to Manhattanville?" he said.

"Keep close to the river, and make for Kingsbridge, Colonel," Andy answered. "That road is not so carefully watched; it is rougher but safer."

Burr gave him a smile, then galloped ahead. The last weary stragglers were barely out of sight, when again the sound of on-coming hors.e.m.e.n broke the stillness.

"These are king's men!" groaned Ruth, who had stood rigidly silent until now. "Ah! Andy, and the others so little in advance!"

Constantly blowing their bugles and shouting derisively after the fleeing patriots, my Lord Howe's men advanced.

"'Tis a rare fox-hunt!" laughed one.

"But the fox and his mates are out of sight, my lord," cried another.

"For the moment. The ways divide a few rods beyond. Did the rebels pa.s.s this way?" asked an officer noticing Andy and Ruth.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "BURR VENTURED A QUESTION."]

"Yes, sir!" answered Ruth, promptly, and for a moment Andy sickened at what he feared she was about to do. It was too late, though, for him to interfere.

"Which road did they take?"