THE PURSUIT.--BIRCH'S ESCAPE.
The gathering mists of the evening had begun to darken the valley, as
the detachment of Lawton made its reappearance at its southern
extremity. The march of the troops was slow and their line extended,
for the benefit of ease. In the front rode the captain, side by side
with his senior subaltern,[59] apparently engaged in close conference,
while the rear was brought up by a young cornet, humming an air, and
thinking of the sweets of a straw bed after the fatigues of a hard
day's duty.
[Footnote 59: that is, here, first lieutenant.]
"Well, Tom, a slanderous propensity[60] is incurable--but," stretching
his body forward in the direction he was gazing, as if to aid him in
distinguishing objects through the darkness, "what animal is moving
through the field on our right?"
[Footnote 60: inclination.]
"'Tis a man," said Mason, looking intently at the suspicious object.
"By his hump 'tis a dromedary!" added the captain, eying it keenly.
Wheeling his horse suddenly from the highway, he exclaimed, "Harvey
Birch!--take him, dead or alive!"
A dozen of the men, with the lieutenant at their head, followed the
impetuous Lawton, and their speed threatened the pursued with a sudden
termination of the race.
Birch prudently kept his position on the rock, where he had been
seen by the passing glance of Henry Wharton, until evening had
begun to shroud the surrounding objects in darkness. It was with
difficulty that he had curbed his impatience until the obscurity of
night should render his moving free from danger. He had not, however,
completed a fourth of his way to his own residence, when his quick
ear distinguished the tread of the approaching horse. Trusting to the
increasing darkness, he determined to persevere. By crouching, and
moving quickly along the surface of the ground, he hoped to escape
unseen. Captain Lawton was too much engrossed in conversation to
suffer his eyes to indulge in their usual wandering; and the peddler,
perceiving by the voices that the enemy he most feared had passed,
yielded to his impatience, and stood erect, in order to make greater
progress. The moment his body rose above the shadow of the ground it
was seen, and the chase commenced. For a single instant Birch was
helpless, his blood curdling in his veins at the imminence[61] of the
danger, and his legs refusing their natural and necessary office.
But it was only for a minute; casting his pack where he stood, and
instinctively tightening the belt he wore, the peddler betook himself
to flight. He knew that by bringing himself in line with his pursuers
and the wood, his form would be lost to sight. This he soon effected,
and he was straining every nerve to gain the wood itself, when several
horsemen rode by him but a short distance on his left, and cut him off
from this place of refuge. The peddler threw himself on the ground as
they came near him, and was passed unseen. But delay now became too
dangerous for him to remain in that position. He accordingly rose,
and still keeping in the shadow of the wood, along the skirts of which
he heard voices crying to each other to be watchful, he ran with
incredible speed in a parallel line, but in an opposite direction,
to the march of the dragoons.
[Footnote 61: threatening nature.]
At this instant the voice of Lawton rang through the valley, shouting:
"Harvey Birch!--take him, dead or alive!"
Fifty pistols lighted the scene, and the bullets whistled in every
direction around the head of the devoted peddler.
A feeling of despair seized his heart, and in the bitterness of that
moment he exclaimed:
"Hunted like a beast of the forest!"
These considerations, with the approaching footsteps of his pursuers,
roused him to new exertions. A fragment of wall, that had withstood
the ravages made by the war in the adjoining fences of wood,
fortunately crossed his path. He hardly had time to throw his
exhausted limbs over this barrier before twenty of his enemies reached
its opposite side. Their horses refused to take the leap in the dark,
and amid the confusion Birch was enabled to gain a sight of the base
of the hill, on whose summit was a place of perfect safety. The heart
of the peddler now beat high with hope, when the voice of Captain
Lawton again rang in his ears, shouting to his men to make room. The
order was obeyed, and the fearless trooper rode at the wall at the top
of his horse's speed, plunged the rowels in his charger, and flew over
the obstacle in safety.
The triumphant hurrah of the men, and the thundering tread of the
horse, too plainly assured the peddler of the emergency[62] of his
danger. He was nearly exhausted, and his fate no longer seemed
doubtful.
[Footnote 62: It was a danger demanding immediate action.]
"Stop, or die!" was uttered above his head, and in fearful proximity
to his ears.
Harvey stole a glance over his shoulder, and saw, within a bound of
him, the man he most dreaded. By the light of the stars he beheld the
uplifted arm and the threatening sabre. Fear, exhaustion, and despair
seized his heart, and the intended victim fell at the feet of the
dragoon. The horse of Lawton struck the prostrate peddler, and both
steed and rider came violently to the earth.
As quick as thought Birch was on his feet again, with the sword of the
discomfited dragoon in his hand. All the wrongs of the peddler shone
on his brain with a dazzling brightness. For a moment the demon within
him prevailed, and Birch brandished the powerful weapon in the air; in
the next it fell harmless on the reviving but helpless trooper. The
peddler vanished up the side of the friendly rock.
"Help Captain Lawton, there!" cried Mason, as he rode up, followed by
a dozen of his men; "and some of you dismount with me and search
these rocks; the villain lies here concealed."
"Hold!" roared the discomfited captain, raising himself with
difficulty on his feet; "if one of you dismount, he dies. Tom, my good
fellow, you will help me to straddle Roanoke again."
The astonished subaltern complied in silence, while the wondering
dragoons remained as fixed in their saddles as if they composed a part
of the animals they rode.
Lawton and Mason rode on in silence, the latter ruminating[63] on the
wonderful change produced in his commander by his fall, when they
arrived opposite to the gate before the residence of Mr. Wharton. The
troop continued its march, but the captain and his lieutenant
dismounted, and, followed by the servant of the former, they proceeded
slowly to the door of the cottage.
[Footnote 63: thinking quietly.]
A few words from Mason explained the nature and manner of his
captain's hurts, and Miss Peyton cheerfully accorded the required
accommodations. While the room intended for the trooper was getting
ready, and the doctor was giving certain portentous[64] orders, the
captain was invited to rest himself in the parlor.
[Footnote 64: foreshadowing something serious.]