MR. HARPER IS SOUGHT BUT NOT FOUND.
The sentence of the court was communicated with proper tenderness to
the prisoner, and after giving a few necessary instructions to the
officer in command, and despatching a courier to headquarters with
their report, the remaining judges mounted and rode to their own
quarters.
A few hours were passed by the prisoner, after his sentence was
received, in the bosom of his family.
Dunwoodie, from an unwillingness to encounter the distress of Henry's
friends, and a dread of trusting himself within its influence, had
spent the time walking by himself, in keen anxiety, at a short
distance from the dwelling. To him the rules of service were familiar,
and he was more accustomed to consider his general in the capacity of
a ruler than as exhibiting the characteristics of the individual.
While pacing with hurried step through the orchard, laboring under
these constantly recurring doubts, Dunwoodie saw the courier
approaching; leaping the fence, he stood before the trooper.
"What news?" cried the major, the moment the soldier stopped his
horse.
"Good!" exclaimed the man; and feeling no hesitation to trust an
officer so well known as Major Dunwoodie, he placed the paper in his
hands, as he added: "But you can read it, sir, for yourself."
Dunwoodie paused not to read, but flew, with the elastic spring of
joy, to the chamber of the prisoner. The sentinel knew him, and he was
suffered to pass without question.
"O Peyton," cried Frances, as he entered the apartments, "you look
like a messenger from heaven. Bring you tidings of mercy?"
"Here, Frances--here, Henry--here, dear cousin Jeanette," cried the
youth, as with trembling hands he broke the seal; "here is the letter
itself, directed to the captain of the guard. But listen!"
All did listen with intense anxiety; and the pang of blasted hope was
added to their misery, as they saw the glow of delight which had
beamed on the countenance of the major give place to a look of horror.
The paper contained the sentence of the court, and underneath was
written these simple words:
"_Approved--Geo. Washington._"
"He's lost, he's lost!" cried Frances, sinking into the arms of her
aunt.
"My son, my son!" sobbed the father, "there is mercy in heaven, if
there is none on earth. May Washington never want that mercy he thus
denies to my innocent child!"
"There is yet time to see Washington again," said Miss Peyton, moving
towards the door; and then, speaking with extreme dignity, she
continued: "I will go myself; surely he must listen to a woman from
his own colony; and we are in some degree connected with his family."
"Why not apply to Mr. Harper?" said Frances, recollecting the parting
words of their guest for the first time.
"Harper!" echoed Dunwoodie, turning towards her with the swiftness of
lightning; "what of him? Do you know him?"
"It is in vain," said Henry, drawing him aside; "Frances clings to
hope with the fondness of a sister. Retire, my love, and leave me with
my friend."
But Frances read an expression in the eye of Dunwoodie that chained
her to the spot. After struggling to command her feelings, she
continued:
"He stayed with us for a few days; he was with us when Henry was
arrested."
"And--and--did you know him?"
"Nay," continued Frances, catching her breath as she witnessed the
intense interest of her lover, "we knew him not; he came to us in the
night, a stranger, and remained with us during the severe storm; but
he seemed to take an interest in Henry, and promised him his
friendship."
"What!" exclaimed the youth, in astonishment; "did he know your
brother?"
"Certainly; it was at his request that Henry threw aside his
disguise."
"But," said Dunwoodie, turning pale with suspense, "he knew him not as
an officer of the royal army?"
"Indeed he did," cried Miss Peyton; "and he cautioned us against this
very danger."
Dunwoodie caught up the fatal paper, that lay where it had fallen from
his own hands, and studied its characters intently. Something seemed
to bewilder his brain. He passed his hand over his forehead, while
each eye was fixed on him in dreadful suspense--all feeling afraid to
admit those hopes anew that had been so sadly destroyed.
"What said he? what promised he?" at length Dunwoodie asked, with
feverish impatience.
"He bid Henry apply to him when in danger, and promised to requite the
son for the hospitality of the father."
"Said he this, knowing him to be a British officer?"
"Most certainly; and with a view to this very danger."
"Then," cried the youth aloud, and yielding to his rapture, "then you
are safe--then I will save him; yes, Harper will never forget his
word."
"But has he the power to?" said Frances. "Can he move the stubborn
purpose of Washington?"
"Can he! If he cannot," shouted the youth, "if he cannot, who can?
Greene,[107] and Heath,[108] and the young Hamilton[109] are nothing
compared to this Harper. But," rushing to his mistress, and pressing
her hands convulsively, "repeat to me--you say you have his promise?"
[Footnote 107: General Nathanael Greene, a noted American
commander.]
[Footnote 108: William; a general in the American army, who
organized the forces at Cambridge before the battle of
Bunker Hill.]
[Footnote 109: Alexander Hamilton, aide-de-camp to
Washington.]
"Surely, surely, Peyton; his solemn, deliberate promise, knowing all
the circumstances."
"Rest easy," cried Dunwoodie, holding her to his bosom for a moment,
"rest easy, for Henry is safe."
He waited not to explain, but darting from the room, he left the
family in amazement. They continued in silent wonder until they heard
the feet of his charger as he dashed from the door with the speed of
an arrow.
A long time was spent after this abrupt departure of the youth, by the
anxious friends he had left, in discussing the probability of his
success. The confidence of his manner had, however, communicated to
his auditors something of his own spirit. Each felt the prospects of
Henry were again brightening, and with their reviving hopes they
experienced a renewal of spirits, which in all but Henry himself
amounted to pleasure. Frances reposed in security on the assurance of
Dunwoodie; believing her lover able to accomplish everything that man
could do and retaining a vivid recollection of the manner and
benevolent appearance of Harper, she abandoned herself to all the
felicity of renovated hope.
From the window where she stood, the pass that they had travelled
through the Highlands was easily to be seen; and the mountain which
held on its summit the mysterious hut was directly before her. Its
sides were rugged and barren; huge and apparently impassable barriers
of rocks presenting themselves through the stunted oaks, which,
stripped of their foliage, were scattered over its surface. The
base of the hill was not half a mile from the house, and the object
which attracted the notice of Frances was the figure of a man
emerging from behind a rock of remarkable formation, and as suddenly
disappearing. The manoeuvre was several times repeated, as if it were
the intention of the fugitive (for such by his air he seemed to be) to
reconnoitre the proceedings of the soldiery, and assure himself of the
position of things on the plain. Notwithstanding the distance, Frances
instantly imbibed the opinion that it was Birch, who had so connected
himself with the mysterious deportment of Harper, within her
imagination, that under circumstances of less agitation than those in
which she had labored since her arrival, she would have kept her
suspicions to herself. After gazing for a long time at the point
where she had last seen the figure, in the vain expectation of its
reappearance, she turned to her friends in the apartment.
Dunwoodie soon made his appearance, but his air was that of neither
success nor defeat, but of vexation. He took the hand of Frances,
in the fulness of her heart extended towards him, but instantly
relinquishing it, threw himself into a chair, in evident fatigue.
"You have failed," said Wharton, with a bound of his heart, but an
appearance of composure.
"Have you seen Harper?" cried Frances, turning pale.
"I have not; I crossed the river in one boat as he must have been
coming to this side in another. I returned without delay to relieve
your uneasiness. I will this night see him and bring a respite for
Henry."
"But you saw Washington?" asked Miss Peyton.
"The commander-in-chief had left his quarters."
"But, Peyton," cried Frances, in returning terror, "if they should
not see each other, it will be too late. Harper alone will not be
sufficient."
"You say that he promised to assist Henry?"
"Certainly, of his own accord, and in requital for the hospitality he
had received."
"I like not that word 'hospitality'--it has an empty sound; there must
be something more reasonable to tie Harper. I dread some mistake:
repeat to me all that passed."
Frances, in a hurried and earnest voice, complied with his request.
She related particularly the manner of his arrival at the Locusts, the
reception that he received, and the events that passed, as minutely as
her memory could supply her with the means.
As she alluded to the conversation that occurred between her father
and his guest, the major smiled but remained silent. She then gave a
detail of Henry's arrival, and the events of the following day. She
dwelt upon the part where Harper desired her brother to throw aside
his disguise, and recounted, with wonderful accuracy, his remarks upon
the hazard of the step that the youth had taken. She even remembered a
remarkable expression of his to her brother, "that he was safer from
Harper's knowledge of his person, than he would be without it."
Frances mentioned, with the warmth of youthful admiration, the
benevolent character of his deportment to herself, and gave a minute
relation of his adieus to the whole family.
Dunwoodie at first listened with grave attention; evident satisfaction
followed as she proceeded. When she spoke of herself in connection
with her guest, he smiled with pleasure, and as she concluded, he
exclaimed with delight:
"We are safe!--we are safe!"