THE ESCAPE
During the hour which followed Walter's capture the two men remained
close at hand, while their horses were allowed to stroll along the
path, eating grass, and at the expiration of that time the animals
could no longer either be seen or heard.
"Go and bring them back, Jim!" Haines said, in a peremptory tone. "It
would be a hard job for us if they should stray too far."
The half-breed hesitated an instant, as if undecided whether to obey
this command, and then, rising slowly to his feet, he slouched down the
path lazily.
After the brief conversation which had followed the capture of Walter,
neither of the men had spoken until this moment; but as soon as his
comrade disappeared among the bushes, Haines said, in what he intended
should sound like a friendly tone,--
"I am sorry to see a promising young man like you, Neal, led astray by
these fanatics, who dream of opposing his majesty's just and wise laws.
You have too much solid sense to train in any such company."
"You seem to have a remarkably good opinion of me," Walter said, grimly.
"So I have, lad, so I have. I know you have been hoping to build a mill
of your own on the Pascataqua, and am interested in the project, for it
is a sensible one: there is plenty of money to be made in that section."
"According to appearances now I shan't reap any very large harvest this
year."
"It depends upon yourself. If you had kept proper company there would
have been no attachment made to-day.
"How did you know anything about that?" Walter asked, sharply.
"I heard the matter discussed, and feel certain you would have been
given more time but for your own very unwise move last night."
"Then you know-"
Walter stopped suddenly on realizing that he was about to betray a
secret, but Haines finished the remark.
"That you enrolled yourself among that rabble who call themselves the
Sons of Liberty? Yes; I know it, and so do others."
"It seems I am of more importance than I fancied. I never supposed
anything I did could make any difference to the good people of
Portsmouth; but I was mistaken."
"It concerns right-minded people anywhere when a boy who stands on the
threshold of manhood makes a grievous mistake."
"That remains to be proven."
"And it will be speedily, as you must learn to your cost. If you really
want a mill on the Pascataqua, I will show you how it can be built at
once."
"I should like to learn the secret."
"Abandon the evil companions you have chosen, reveal such of their
plots against his majesty's officers as you are acquainted with, and I
guarantee that a sufficient sum of money to put up the buildings and
purchase the machinery shall be loaned you within twenty-four hours."
"I am a fool not to have understood the drift of your conversation
before it reached this point," Walter said, hotly. "I had rather never
own a mill than get it as you propose; and as for evil companions,' I
am proud to have been allowed to join them."
"You will soon regret it."
"So you have said before; but since I have little faith in such
predictions, suppose you change the subject by explaining why you hold
me prisoner, and how long I am to be kept in this uncomfortable
position?"
"There is no reason why both questions should not be answered. You are
to remain in my custody till George Messerve arrives in Portsmouth, in
order that your friends may not intimidate him, and it will be
necessary to stay exactly as you are several hours longer."
Walter asked no more questions. He understood it was the purpose of his
captors to keep him out of sight, that McCleary might believe his
messenger had gotten through to Boston in safety; and, in the
meanwhile, someone else would be sent to warn the newly-appointed
distributor of stamped paper of something--Walter could not divine
what--which might be attempted against him.
Ten minutes passed in silence, and then the voice of the half-breed
could be heard far away in the distance, calling to his comrade.
With an exclamation of impatience, Haines rose to his feet, gave a
careless glance at the rope which bound Walter, and then replied to the
Indian as he went quickly in the direction from which the hail had come.
Left alone, Walter looked around, as if expecting to see some one who
might aid him, and then tugged and strained at his bonds, trying to
wrench free either hand or foot.
The rope had been tied too securely to admit of his slipping a knot,
but it was nearly new, and the prisoner's heart beat fast as he
realized that by exerting all his strength it would be possible to
stretch it a trifle.
If he could succeed in making his escape immediately, all might yet be
well; but if he was forced to remain there until his captors returned,
there was little chance he would have another opportunity.
Regardless of the pain, he writhed and twisted until bead-like drops of
perspiration stood out on his forehead, and at the instant when he was
convinced all efforts were useless, that portion of the rope which
confined his wrists suddenly loosened sufficiently to enable him to
withdraw one hand at the expense of no slight amount of skin from the
knuckles.
Once he was thus far on the road to escape, the remainder was
comparatively simple.
With the hand which was free he untied the knots, and in less than five
minutes from the time Haines disappeared among the foliage, he was at
liberty.
The only thought in his mind now was to take such a course as would
best enable him to elude his pursuers, and he knew full well that the
half-breed could track him where the white man would be wholly at a
loss to find a trace of his movements.
"Its hard to turn back, but it must be done," he said, half to himself,
as he hesitated the merest fraction of time, and then ran down the path
in the same direction from which he had come.
He had hardly started when the sound of horse's hoofbeats caused his
cheek to grow pale. He had regained his liberty only to lose it!
Involuntarily he glanced backward, and then a low cry of satisfaction
burst from his lips.
The horse coming down the path was riderless. It was the animal Haines
had ridden, and apparently much the better steed of the two.
Turning quickly, Walter ran toward the horse, seized him by the bridle
before he had time to wheel around, and in another second was in the
saddle.
A short riding-whip hung from the pommel, and with this the fugitive
struck the animal sharply as he forced him directly into the underbrush
toward the south.
Fortunately, Walter was well acquainted with this section of the
country, having been over it many times with his father, and knew
exactly which direction to take in order to gain that portion of the
forest where it would be possible to ride at a reasonably rapid gait
before venturing on the path again.
His escape, however, was not to be as simple as at first seemed. Before
he was twenty yards from the starting point a loud cry in the rear told
that his departure had been discovered, and this was followed almost
immediately by the report of a pistol.
"If you don't do anything worse than shoot, I shan't come to much
grief," he said, with a laugh. "Master Haines is not as wise a man as I
have supposed him to be if he thinks it is possible to bring his game
down by firing at random, for he surely can't see me."
Walter failed to realize that his movements could be plainly heard,
even though he was hidden from view by the foliage, and soon the sounds
of pursuit reached his ear.
"There is no need of the Indian while my horse is floundering among the
bushes," he muttered to himself. "Haines has mounted the other
animal,--was probably on his back before I started, and counts on
riding me down. He can do it, too!" Walter exclaimed, in a louder tone.
"Once he is where I can serve as a target, the chase will be brought to
a speedy end."
Now he understood that if he hoped to escape he must return to the
path, where the horse would have an Opportunity to show his speed, and
he wheeled him suddenly around, regardless of the risk of coming
directly upon Haines.
Fortunately his pursuer was not as near as he had fancied, and soon he
was riding at the best possible pace over the narrow path. He had
emerged beyond the spot where the half-breed was stationed, and before
him was nothing to jeopardize safety; it only remained to distance the
white man.
Two miles were traversed in a remarkably short space of time, and then
he was on that portion of the road which ran in a straight line through
a sort of clearing. That it was possible for his pursuer to see him
during a certain time was shown, as a bullet whistled within an inch of
the fugitive's head.
"That makes two shots, my friend," he said, as if to keep up his
courage. "Unless I am mistaken, you had only a couple of pistols, and
by the time they are reloaded I shall be screened by the bushes again."
That his calculations were not correct was shown as a second ball
passed uncomfortably close, and a third tore through his coat-sleeve,
causing the warm blood to gush down over his hand.
"Only a scratch, nothing more!" he shouted, and then he was among the
friendly shelter of the trees again.
The horse upon which Haines rode could not hold the pace, and when half
an hour had elapsed no sound of pursuit was heard.
It was time Walter gave the captured animal a breathing spell, if he
hoped to reach Salem as he had calculated, and he brought him to a
standstill while he pulled off his coat to examine the wound on his arm.
It was rather deeper than a scratch, but yet nothing more serious than
to cause a goodly show of blood, and Walter put on his coat again
without a thought that any bandaging might be necessary.
This done, he rode on at a more leisurely pace, but listening intently
for any sound betokening the approach of his enemy.
Nothing occurred to cause him alarm, and it was not yet sunset when he
drew rein in front of William Cotton's store.
That gentleman was in and disengaged, as was seen when he came to the
door for a view of the new arrival.
"What! Is it you, Walter Neal?"
"There is no doubt about it in my mind, although my joints are so stiff
from long riding that if I was less acquainted with myself I might
believe I was only a portion of the saddle," Walter said, laughingly,
as he dismounted, and added, in a graver tone, "I must speak with you
alone, Friend Cotton."
"I am alone now. Take your horse to the stable, and come back at once."
"I will leave him where he is; perhaps it will not be well for you to
know anything about him." And then hurriedly entering the store, Walter
explained why he must reach Boston without delay, after which he gave a
brief account of his misadventures.
William Cotton, although a sympathizer with those who were about to
offer resistance to the commands of his most gracious majesty, was a
prudent man, and feared to be known as a disloyal citizen.
The fact that Samuel Haines would probably soon arrive in search of his
horse caused Master Cotton no little disquietude of mind, and he said,
reprovingly,--
"It is well to be zealous in a good cause, Walter; but it is wrong to
commit a crime in order to compass your own ends."
"What crime have I committed?"
"The theft of the horse will be charged against you, and those who are
intrusted with the execution of the law do not favour such an
association as that in which you have enlisted."
"My getting possession of him was the fortune of war, not a theft. I
was a prisoner, made so unlawfully, and had the right to escape as best
I could."
"That argument is good here; but will be of little avail to those who
look upon you as a disloyal youth, who should be deprived of his
liberty.'
"If I am to be charged with horse-stealing because of what has been
done, it cannot be avoided now. Before I am arrested I must carry the
message with which I have been entrusted, and to do so I need another
horse. I had believed I could get one from you without difficulty."
"So you can, lad but at the same time you must not think hardly of me
if I use proper precaution to save myself from being caught in the
meshes of the law. You know where my stable is. Take an animal from
there without my permission, and I cannot prevent it."
"I am to steal another horse in order that you may not get into
trouble?"
"It can make but little difference to you, so long as you see Master
Revere by daylight, and I must not neglect my own interests. No one has
seen you, and you may be able to get out of town secretly."
Walter could not afford to waste any more time in what seemed very like
quibbling, and without further parley he turned to act upon his
friend's suggestion.
"It is not well that you remain in Boston any longer than may be
absolutely necessary for your business," the worthy Master Cotton
called after him, warningly. "There is that being done which you need
not be identified with."
Walter made no reply; but when he was out of the building on his way to
the stable, he muttered to himself,--
"If I was as timorous as you, Master Cotton, I should now be in the
company of Sam Haines, with a rope tied tightly about me."
Five minutes later he was riding out of Salem at full speed on the
fleetest horse to be found in the stable, and there was every reason
for him to believe that he would, in due season, deliver the message
with which he had been charged.