CHAPTER V.

SARAH DILLARD.

Nathan and Evan had good cause for self-congratulations.

The escape had been accomplished almost as if the enemy themselves

contributed to its success, and so long as the two remained within

earshot of the plantation, nothing was heard to betoken that their

flight had been discovered.

Thanks to the fact that Ephraim Sowers had taken it upon himself to

wreak a little private revenge simply because the lads had discovered

his true nature, the Britishers would rest content, believing their

prisoners were secure under his guard, and it might be several hours

before any member of Major Ferguson's party had sufficient curiosity

to inquire regarding the young Tory's absence.

Unless, perchance, he was to act as guide for the party who would

march to Greene's Spring, neither Englishman nor Tory would have use

for the spy before daylight, and it was quite within the range of

possibility that he might remain gagged and bound upon the floor of

the improvised prison until the troop was ready to resume the march

next morning.

Once they were clear of the dwelling Nathan and Evan wasted little

thought on Ephraim.

When the time should come that they might make known his true

character among those who had befriended the lad, then would they

remember him to some purpose; but while they were pressing forward

through the thicket at full speed, now catching a glimpse of the

footprints of Sarah Dillard's horse, and again being convinced that he

had left the trail, it was as if Ephraim had no existence.

Many times before the first three miles of distance had been traversed

did they speculate as to the probable time when Major Ferguson would

send forward those men who were to butcher or capture the little band

of Americans at the Spring; but without arriving at any definite

conclusion.

From the Dillard plantation to the encampment concerning which Ephraim

had given information, was no less than twenty miles, and in case the

horsemen should be selected to do the bloody work, about three hours

would be required for the journey.

If the foot-soldiers were chosen for the task, then six hours would be

none too long; but neither of the boys believed the infantry would

take part in the proposed maneuver, otherwise the men would most

likely have set out before dark.

"We can hold certain that the horsemen will make the attack, and I am

guessing they will not start before eleven o'clock to-night. They may

then fall upon our men between two and three in the morning, when it

is said sleep weighs heaviest upon the eyelids, and if neither Sarah

Dillard nor we succeed in getting through to give the alarm, there is

little doubt but that all under Colonel Clarke's command will fall

victims."

"We _must_ get through," Evan cried with energy, and Nathan added:

"We shall do it, lad; never you fear, for there is like to be nothing

that can stop us, unless by some unfortunate chance the troopers begin

their journey before we have reckoned on."

Then once more the boys trudged on in silence until, perhaps ten

minutes later, they were brought to a sudden standstill by sounds in

the distance which seemed to proclaim the movement of some heavy body

through the underbrush.

Unarmed as they were, flight was their only defence, and the two bent

forward in the attitude of listeners, keenly on the alert for the

first indication as to the character of this noisy traveler.

At one moment Nathan would announce positively that the disturbance

was caused by some animal, and again he felt equally certain he could

hear in the distance the sound of human voices.

"There is only one thing of which I am fully convinced," he said after

being thus forced to change his opinion several times. "Whoever may be

out there yonder is a stranger in this section of the colony,

otherwise he would be more careful in proclaiming his whereabouts in

such fashion."

"In that case we may safely venture to creep up nearer," Evan

suggested. "So far as I can make out, that disturber of the peace

neither lessens nor increases his distance, and we might wait here

until the troopers come up without being any the wiser."

To this Nathan agreed, and the two advanced cautiously pace by pace

until suddenly, and at the same instant, a low exclamation of surprise

burst from the lips of both.

They had recognized Sarah Dillard's voice, and knew without waiting

for further proof that her mad ride had come to a sudden and untimely

end.

Now the two pressed forward at a run, slackening not the pace until

they were where such a view could be had of the struggling animal and

the courageous woman as was possible in the gloom.

"Who is it?" she called, hearing the advance of the boys, and there

was a ring of alarm in her tone which told that she feared the

redcoats might have pushed forward to make the attack.

"It is Nathan Shelby and Evan McDowells," the former cried, and

gained some idea of the good woman's surprise when she failed for a

moment to speak.

"Step out here where I may see you; but take care not to further alarm

the colt," she said, distrusting the announcement even though she

recognized the voice.

The boys obeyed, and when Mrs. Dillard had the proof of her own eyes

as to their identity, she demanded to be told how they had succeeded

in escaping.

"The Britishers must have left the plantation, otherwise how could you

be here?"

"If Major Ferguson's troop had gone we should have been forced to

accompany them, else Ephraim Sowers has less influence than he

believes."

Then, without waiting for further questioning, and in as few words as

possible, Nathan explained all, so far as he knew, that had taken

place at the plantation immediately after the departure of Mrs.

Dillard, asking as he concluded the story:

"Was it not possible for you to keep the colt on the trail?"

"He threw me when he got nearabout this point; but I contrived to

retain hold of the bridle, and have kept him with me, although thus

far it has availed me little, since I am unable to remount."

"Suppose you let either Evan or I ride him? There will be less

likelihood of his throwing one of us."

"I question if you could come so near doing it as I can, for he is

acquainted with me, and would not allow either of you to approach

him."

"I can ride any horse that another can bridle," Nathan replied

confidently, as he went toward the colt, who during this brief

conversation had been standing comparatively quiet.

It was much as if he had heard the rash assertion, and was determined

to prove it false, for the boy had no sooner begun to advance than he

reared and plunged in such a frantic manner that Mrs. Dillard

well-nigh lost her hold of the bridle.

"It is useless for you to attempt it," she said as soon as the animal

had quieted down somewhat. "He has been accustomed to no one but me,

and because I had been able to lead him by the halter, did I venture

to put on the bridle."

"There seems little chance you will be able to mount," Evan said after

a brief pause, "and every moment increases the danger to those at

Greene's Spring. No one can say how soon the Britishers may set out,

and there are not less than eighteen miles to be traversed."

"I know it," Mrs. Dillard cried like one nearly frantic with

apprehension. "I know it, and yet what may be done? It is certain

neither of you boys can come as near managing the horse as I, and yet,

I am unable to remount."

"Would you venture to lead him back?"

"To what end?"

"Evan and I might push forward on foot, trusting to getting through in

time."

"And there is little chance you could succeed, lads. Eighteen miles

over this rough road would require certainly no less than six hours,

and before that time has passed the redcoats must have overtaken you."

Then Mrs. Dillard turned her attention to soothing the colt, and

during five minutes or more the boys waited with ill-concealed

impatience as he alternately advanced to receive her caresses, and

then reared and plunged when she attempted to throw her arm over his

neck.

"It is better we push ahead, trusting to the poor chance of arriving

in time, than to stand here idle," Nathan said at length. "I do not

believe you could force him to keep the trail even though you succeed

in remounting."

"It must be done," Mrs. Dillard cried sharply. "There is no other

means by which we may be certain of warning those who are in danger,

and the colt shall be made to perform his part."

"How can we help you?"

The anxious woman looked about her an instant as if trying to decide

how the task might be accomplished, and then she said in the tone of

one who ventures upon an experiment:

"Suppose you two come up gently toward him, one on each side, with the

idea of seizing him by the bridle. If that could be done, and you were

able to hold him a few seconds, I promise to get upon his back."

"And perhaps only to have your brains dashed out the next instant."

"There is no reason why we should speculate as to the result. I must

mount him, boys, and he must be made to go forward. It is our only

hope, and when so many lives hang in the balance it surely seems as if

the good Lord would permit that I should do what at this moment

appears to be impossible."

Neither Evan nor Nathan believed they could on foot traverse the

distance which lay between them and Greene's Spring before the

Britishers should arrive, and yet at the same time they had little

hope the restive animal would be brought into submission; but at the

moment it seemed to be the only alternative, and without delay they

set about acting upon Mrs. Dillard's suggestion.

Making a short detour through the bushes, they came up on his flank,

on either side, while the animal reared and plunged until it seemed

certain he would shake off the woman's hold upon the bridle. Then with

a sudden dash both boys gained his head at the same instant, and this

much of the work was accomplished.

Now the animal redoubled his efforts to escape, frightened by the

touch of strangers; but the boys held bravely on, at times raised

high from the ground, until it became a question as to whether the

bridle would stand the strain which was put upon it.

"Don't let go," Nathan cried as the colt made a more furious leap,

forcing Evan to jump quickly aside lest he be struck by the animal's

hoofs. "Don't let go, and we may possibly so far tire him out that

Mrs. Dillard can mount."

"She could not ride this beast even though he was saddled," Evan

muttered, now losing all hope that the message might be delivered in

time.

During such while as the boys had been struggling with the colt, Mrs.

Dillard stood dangerously near his flanks, watching for an

opportunity, and Evan had no more than uttered his gloomy prediction

when, clutching the animal's mane with her left hand, she vaulted on

to his back, seizing the bridle as she leaped.

"Now if you can head him up the trail, you may let go," she said

hurriedly; but Nathan was not minded Captain Dillard's wife should

ride to what seemed almost certain death without another protest from

him.

"The colt is maddened by his struggles with us, and in far more

dangerous a condition than when you first mounted. It is madness to

think of attempting to make your way through the thicket in the

darkness. I implore you to give over the attempt, and let us press on

as best we may afoot."

"Now you are asking that I leave these brave men, and among them my

husband, to be surprised by an enemy that knows no mercy, for it is

positive you could not get through in time. Turn the colt, if it so be

you can, and once he is headed in the right direction, jump aside."

"Shall we do it?" Evan asked, for even now it was in his mind to

disobey the brave woman's commands.

[Illustration: The colt darted forward at full speed with Mrs.

Dillard.--Page 113.]

"Ay, I see no other course," Nathan replied, and then he devoted

all his energies toward carrying out her instructions.

Not less than five minutes were spent in the battle between the boys

and the animal, and then the former were the conquerers so far as

having turned him around was concerned.

"Now stand ready to let him go, and leap back out of the way," Mrs.

Dillard cried. "Then do you press on at your best speed in case I am

thrown again, and forced to give over this method of traveling."

"Are you ready?" Evan cried.

"Ay, when you say the word."

"Let go!"

As the boys leaped back the colt darted forward at full speed, wildly

lashing out with his hind feet, and in a twinkling the animal and his

rider were lost to view in the gloom.

"She will have earned Captain Dillard's life, whether it be saved or

not; but it will be at the expense of her own, for there is not a man

in the Carolinas who can keep that beast on this mountain trail."

"It would have been better if we had not met her," Evan said gloomily,

"for then she would have been forced to go back, instead of riding to

her death as she is now doing."

To this Nathan made no reply, and while one might have counted twenty

the two lads stood on the trail in the darkness as if there was

nothing more for them to do this night.

It was Evan who first aroused himself to a full realization of the

situation, and he said, much like one who awakes from a troubled

dream:

"It is not for us to waste precious time here, Nathan. Believing that

Sarah Dillard cannot gain Greene's Spring, we must press forward at

the best of our ability, for there is a slight hope we may arrive in

time to give the alarm, although it hardly seems possible at this

moment."

"You are right, Evan, and from this instant there shall be no

halting," Nathan cried, as he set out with a regular, swinging gait,

which promised to carry him at a speed of not less than three miles an

hour.

Now, being fully convinced that the safety of Colonel Clarke's men

depended entirely upon themselves, they hastened onward without

thought of fatigue, making no halt save now and then when they stopped

to refresh themselves with water from a mountain stream.

The gloom was now so dark that it was impossible to distinguish any

imprints on the trail, and, consequently, the lads could form no idea

as to whether Sarah Dillard was yet keeping in the direct course, or

if the colt swerved from one side to the other, carrying her amid the

underbrush, where she must inevitably be killed. Until they believed

midnight was come Nathan and Evan had pressed steadily forward, and

then came that sound which told them all their efforts were vain.

From the rear could be heard faintly the sound of horses' hoofs, and

involuntarily the two halted.

"The Britishers are coming!" Evan whispered, and Nathan's voice was

tremulous as he replied:

"They started even sooner than I feared, and all our efforts are vain

so far, for it is not less than six miles from here to Greene's

Spring."

"And our friends will be butchered!"

"There is hardly one chance in a hundred but that the surprise will be

complete, in which case we know what must be the result."

They had ceased to believe in even the possibility that Sarah Dillard

might have accomplished the journey in safety, and accepted it as a

fact that the plans of the enemy, laid on information brought by

Ephraim Sowers, would be carried through successfully.

Nearer and nearer came the horsemen until the two lads could hear the

hum of conversation among the men before they realized the necessity

of concealing themselves.

No good could be accomplished, so far as those at Greene's Spring were

concerned, by their capture, and it was reasonable to suppose much

harm might come to themselves after they were carried back to where

Ephraim Sowers might wreak his vengeance upon them.

Until this evening the young Tory had had no cause for enmity save on

account of their having discovered his true character; but now, after

remaining gagged and bound a certain number of hours, he must be

panting for revenge, and it might be that Major Ferguson would not

check him.

So long had they thus remained as if dazed that there was hardly time

to conceal themselves in the underbrush a few feet distant from the

trail before the foremost of the horsemen came into view.

The enemy were riding in couples, and from his hiding-place Evan

counted ninety pairs of riders before the whole of the troop had

passed.

Then it seemed as if fortune was determined to play her most scurvy

trick upon these two lads, whose one desire was to save the lives of

their friends.

Evan, who had crouched on one knee when he first sank behind the

bushes, endeavored to change his position in order to relieve the

strain upon his limb, and by so doing slipped on a rotten branch,

which broke beneath his weight with a report seemingly as loud as that

of a pistol-shot.

Instantly the troopers halted immediately opposite, and before the

boys could have taken refuge in flight, two having dismounted, plunged

into the underbrush.

All this had been done so quickly that the fugitives literally had no

time to flee, and hardly more than thirty seconds elapsed from the

breaking of the twig until each lad was held roughly and firmly in

the clutch of a soldier.

"What's wrong in there?" an officer from the trail shouted, and one of

the captors replied as he dragged his prey out into the open:

"We have found a couple of young rebels, and they look much like the

two we left behind us at the plantation."

Word was passed ahead for the entire troop to halt, and an officer

whom the boys afterward recognized as a Tory by the name of Dunlap,

who held the king's commission as colonel, came riding back.

"Who are you?" he asked as the troopers forced their prisoners in

front of them on the trail where they might most readily be seen.

"Nathan Shelby and Evan McDowells."

"How is it you are here? Are you not the same who were taken prisoners

this evening and confined in the Dillard house?"

"We are," Nathan replied without hesitation.

"How did you escape?"

"Ephraim Sowers was sent, or came of his own will, to make us march

around the room by way of punishment."

"No such orders as that could have been given by Major Ferguson."

"I know not how that may be; but Ephraim acted the part of jailer, and

commanded us to do his bidding, which was none other than that we

march around the room even though we had been afoot all day."

"That doesn't explain how you escaped?"

"Ephraim was unarmed, but threatened to strike us when we refused. The

result was the same as if almost any one else had been in our

position. We made Ephraim a prisoner, and then, by forcing off one of

the wooden bars, slipped out of the window."

"Then the boy is yet there?" the colonel said, as if in surprise that

such should be the case.

"Ay, if he has not been released. We left him safely enough."

Nathan believed that he and Evan would be roughly treated so soon as

that which they had done was made known; but the troopers appeared to

think it a laughing matter, and even the colonel who was in charge of

the detachment did not look upon it with any great degree of severity,

for he said after a brief pause:

"Ephraim must remain where he is until our return, and perhaps after

this night he will be more careful when he puts himself into the power

of his enemies. You who have taken the prisoners shall guard them

until we have finished our work, and then it is likely we will have

more to keep them company. Mount, and see to it that the rebels do not

make their escape again."

The troopers obeyed, pulling the two lads after them into the saddle,

with many a threat as to what would be the result if there was any

resistance, until Nathan said, but without show of temper or

impatience:

"We are willing to ride, and shall not be so foolish as to resist when

the odds are so strongly against us."

"We are not in the humor to put up with any more rebel tricks this

night, and at the first show of an attempt to escape I shall use my

knife in a way that won't be pleasant," the trooper replied as he put

spurs to his horse, and the detachment rode three or four miles

further before slackening pace.

Then they were come in the vicinity of Greene's Spring, and the boys

who had already braved so much in the hope of being able to warn their

friends in danger, believed that the time was very near at hand when

they must perforce see Colonel Clarke's men ruthlessly cut down or

captured.

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