Part 5 (2/2)

Boyd shook his head in silence. As for me, it was not my place to speak, nor had I anything to suggest.

After a moment the Major said, more cheerfully:

”Well, well, gentlemen, who knows after all? We may find ways and means. And now, one other matter remains to be settled, and I think I may aid you.”

He went to the door and opened it. The sentry who stood across the hall came to him instantly and took his orders; and in a few moments there entered the room four gentlemen to whom we were made known by Major Lockwood. One of these was our Captain of Minute Men. They were, in order, Colonel Sheldon, a fretful gentleman with a face which seemed to me weak, almost stupid; Colonel Thomas, an iron-grey, silent officer, stern but civil; Captain William Fancher, a Justice of the Peace, Judge of the Court of Common Pleas, and holding his commission as Captain of Minute Men; and a Mr. Alsop Hunt, a Quaker, son-in-law of Major Lockwood, and a most quiet and courteous gentleman.

With one accord we drew chairs around the handsome centre table, where silver candlesticks glimmered and a few books lay in their fine, gilded bindings.

It was very evident to us that in the hands of these five gentlemen lay the present safety of Westchester County, military and civil. And to them Major Lockwood made known our needs--not, however, disturbing them in their preconceived notion, so common everywhere, that the blow to be struck from the North was to be aimed at the Canadas.

Colonel Sheldon's weak features turned red and he said almost peevishly that no recruits could be picked up in Westchester, and that we had had our journey for our pains. Anyway, he'd be d.a.m.ned if he'd permit recruiting for riflemen among his dragoons, it being contrary to law and common sense.

”I've a dozen young fellows who might qualify,” said Colonel Thomas bluntly, ”but if the law permits Mr. Boyd to take them my regiment's volleys wouldn't stop a charge of chipmunks!”

We all laughed a little, and Captain Fancher said:

”Minute Men are Minute Men, Mr. Boyd. You are welcome to any you can enlist from my company.”

Alsop Hunt, being a Quaker, and personally opposed to physical violence, offered no suggestion until the second object of our visit was made known. Then he said, very quietly:

”Mayaro, the Mohican Sagamore, is in this vicinity.”

”How do you know that, Alsop?” asked Major Lockwood quickly.

”I saw him yesterday.”

”Here in Poundridge?”

Mr. Hunt glanced at Colonel Thomas, then with a slight colour mounting to his temples:

”The Sagamore was talking to one of the camp-women last evening--toward sundown on the Rock Hills. We were walking abroad for the air, my wife and I----” he turned to Major Lockwood: ”Betsy whispered to me, 'There is a handsome wench talking to an Indian!' And I saw the Sagamore standing in the sunset light, conversing with one of the camp-women who hang about Colonel Thomas's regiment.”.

”Would you know the slattern again?” asked Colonel Thomas, scowling.

”I think so, Colonel. And to tell the truth she was scarce a slattern, whatever else she may be--a young thing--and it seemed sad to us--to my wife and me.”

”And handsome?” inquired Boyd, smiling at me.

”I may not deny it, sir,” said Mr. Hunt primly. ”The child possessed considerable comeliness.”

”Why,” said Boyd to me, laughingly, ”she may be the wench you so gallantly rescued an hour since.” And he told the story gayly enough, and with no harm meant; but it embarra.s.sed and annoyed me.

”If the wench knows where the Sagamore may be found,” said Major Lockwood, ”it might be well for Mr. Loskiel to look about and try to find her.”

”Would you know her again?” inquired Colonel Thomas.

”No, sir, I----” And I stopped short, because what I was about to say was not true. For, when I had sent the soldiers about their business and had rejoined Boyd--and when Boyd had bidden me turn again because the girl was handsome, there had been no need to turn. I had seen her; and I knew that when he said she was beautiful he said what was true.

And the reason I did not turn, to look again was because beauty in such a woman should inspire no interest in me.

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