"_Appius_. Well, Claudius, are the forces
At hand?
"_Claudius_. They are, and timely, too; the people
Are in unwonted ferment."
KNOWLES.
It was midnight at Cottage Island,--the third night after the events of
the preceding chapter. Henry Carroll, by the skilful treatment of his
host, was in a great degree relieved from his severe pain, and had now
sunk into a natural and quiet slumber. By his bedside sat Dr. Vaudelier.
Emily had, an hour before, retired to the rest which her exhausted frame
demanded. For the past three days she had watched patiently and lovingly
by the invalid. And now she had only been induced to retire by the
promise of the doctor to call her, if any unfavorable symptom appeared.
The threatened assault upon the island had been thoroughly considered,
and for the past two nights the island wore the appearance of a
garrisoned fortress, rather than the secluded abode of a hermit. Emily
knew of the peril which now menaced her, but the ample means at hand for
protection rendered it insignificant. All thought, even of her own
security, was merged in her generous interest in the comfort of the
sufferer.
The good physician was uneasy and disturbed, as he sat by the bedside of
his patient. The circumstances which surrounded him were novel in the
extreme. Accustomed as he had been to the quiet which always reigned in
his domain, to find himself, as it were, the inmate of a fortress, in
momentary expectation of an attack, was so singularly odd, that his
natural indifference deserted him. He had collected quite a large force
of his humble neighbors to assist him in his present emergency, and they
were now making their final arrangements to meet the assault.
The doctor was restless; but it was not on account of any fear of his
personal safety,--he was above that. The lonely and innocent being whom
he had undertaken to protect had filled his mind with a sense of
responsibility. A single day had been long enough for Emily to win a way
to his affections, and he had grown to regard her with the tender care
of a father. Occasionally he left his place at the bedside, and went to
the window, as if to assure himself that the attack had not already
commenced.
In front of the cottage a different sentiment prevailed among the motley
group there assembled. There were twenty men, including Hatchie, all
armed with rifle and bowie-knife, and every one anxious for the fight to
commence. Besides their arms, each man was provided with a small cord,
and a torch of pitch-wood, the end of which had been plentifully
besprinkled with turpentine.
The party was composed mostly of woodmen and boatmen, who had promptly
and willingly obeyed the doctor's summons. Like most men of their class
in that locality, they were hardy and reckless; they had not that
healthy horror of a mortal combat which the moralist would gladly see.
Dr. Vaudelier had always been their friend; had always promptly and
kindly aided them in their necessities, whether moral, physical, or
pecuniary. As he had laved the fevered brows of their wives and
children, so had he said prayers over their dead, in the absence of a
clergyman. He had exhorted the intemperate and the dishonest, and with
his purse relieved the needy in their distress. They were not
ungrateful; they appreciated his many kindnesses, and rejoiced in an
opportunity to serve him. These men, notwithstanding their rude speech,
their rough exteriors, and their reckless dispositions, were
true-hearted men. They reciprocated the offering of a true friendship,
not by smooth speeches and unmeaning smiles, but by actions of manly
kindness. The philosopher in ethics may say what he pleases of the
refinements of sympathy; we would not give a single such heart as those
gathered on Cottage Island for a whole army of puling, sentimental,
hair-splitting moralizers. They were men of action, not of words; and,
though they hesitated not, in what they deemed a good cause, to close
with their man in deadly combat, they were true as steel to a friend in
the hour of his need.
With these men the exploits of Hatchie, which had been related, and
perhaps exaggerated, by Jerry Swinger, who was a leading spirit of the
party, had been much applauded, and he had, in spite of the odium of his
social position, obtained a powerful influence over them. They heard him
with attention, and deferred to his skill and judgment. By his advice,
and to remove the confusion of the affray from the vicinity of the
cottage, it was determined to receive the invaders near the beach where
he had overheard Vernon propose to land. Jerry Swinger, whom natural
talent and the wish of the party seemed to indicate as leader, marched
the expedition towards the avenue which had been made in the bushes by
the ruffians.
For so many men, excited as they were by the anticipation of a conflict,
they were remarkably quiet and orderly. Dr. Vaudelier had cautioned them
to avoid all noise, and not to fire a rifle unless absolutely necessary.
He had also instructed them to make prisoners of the assailants, if
possible, without injuring them.
Jerry Swinger stationed his party near the avenue, ready to spring upon
and overpower the foe, when the favorable moment should arrive.
An hour passed by, and the impatience of the ambushed woodmen seemed
likely to give their faithful leader some trouble, when the careful dip
of oars near the shore saluted their ears. In a whisper Jerry gave the
oft-repeated caution for silence, and charged them to be prompt when the
moment came.
The assaulting party approached the shore. There were two boats, the
foremost of which contained eight men, under the direction of Maxwell,
and the other six, led by Vernon. The latter had reconnoitred the island
several times, and had somewhat modified the plan of the attack, on
discovering that the cottage, for the past two nights, had been occupied
by more than its usual occupants. Several men had been seen to land
there; but, as his preparations on the lower part of the island were
undisturbed, it never occurred to him that his purpose would be
anticipated.
Vernon had procured the services of fourteen men, chicken-thieves, and
others of desperate fortunes, to engage in the enterprise, by holding
out to them the hope of plunder, of which the cottage, he assured them,
would afford an abundant harvest. The real purpose of the expedition
was, therefore, unknown to any of the party, except the leaders. The
prospect of a sharp fight had not in the least dampened the ardor of
their hopes. With men of their craft it was a dull season, and the
prospect of "cracking a crib" plentifully stored with valuables was
quite a pleasant anticipation.
It was arranged that Maxwell, with the larger portion of the
desperadoes, should land at the lower part of the island, and, if any
defenders appeared, commence hostilities, and draw them away from the
house, while Vernon, with the most experienced of the "cracks-men,"
should assault the house, and effect the purpose of the enterprise. In
the person of one of the chicken-thieves a pilot for the creek was
discovered; and, to make assurance doubly sure, it was decided that
Vernon should approach the cottage by the usual channel.
Maxwell's boat was beached, while that of Vernon proceeded up the river
to the little stream. The skill of his pilot, of whom Vernon had felt
many doubts, soon brought him to the creek. The current, he found, was
quite rapid, and he feared it would carry him into the midst of the
"enemy's camp" before Maxwell should have made his demonstration. As the
boat was whirled along towards the centre of the island, for the oars
could not be used, on account of their noise, his position seemed to
grow desperate. Vernon was on the point of risking the noise, and taking
to the oars, when he discovered an overhanging branch, which he seized
as the boat passed under it. Fortunately for him, a bend in the stream
turned the current from the middle of the creek, or its violence would
have drawn him into the water. By the aid of his companions, he
succeeded in making the boat fast to the branch. He listened; but all
was still. There were no indications of the approach of the other party.
Seating himself in the stern-sheets of the boat, he again considered the
operations in which he was soon to engage; but, as these were
necessarily to be directed by the circumstances of the moment, his
deliberations soon gave way to that impatience which the perpetrator of
crime experiences at an unexpected delay. His eager spirit was, however,
soon gratified by sounds of conflict, which proceeded from the part of
the island where Maxwell had landed. Awhile he listened, and the sounds
grew more and more distinct. Loosing the boat from its aërial moorings,
it was again driven by the current towards the landing in front of the
cottage. Preparations were now made to effect the grand object, and,
landing by the side of the doctor's yacht, Vernon found no one to oppose
his progress, though the sounds from the lower extremity of the island
indicated that the affray was growing hotter and more violent. At the
head of his party, Vernon was about to enter the house, when the
approach of a body of men from the scene of action caused him to pause,
and await their approach.
Maxwell had landed on the beach, and, not suspecting the proximity of
the ambush which waited to receive him, had proceeded towards the avenue
made at his first visit to the island. Removing the loose bushes, they
attempted to pass through; but no sooner were they fairly involved among
the young trees than Jerry Swinger shouted his first order, to light the
torches, and, in an instant, the woods were illuminated, and the
position of both parties disclosed. This was, undoubtedly, a masterly
stroke of preparation on the part of Jerry. The torches, on the
application of the match, emitted a broad sheet of flame, which glared
upon the invaders like a sudden flash of lightning, and utterly
confounded them. It seemed like the bolt of Omnipotence thrown across
their path in the hour of their great transgression.
Maxwell was unprepared for an immediate attack. He had calculated on
effecting a junction with Vernon in the vicinity of the cottage. Before
his party had time to recover from the panic, they were surrounded by
the resolute woodmen. The attorney, who was as brave and active as he
was unprincipled and cunning, was not a man to be defeated without a
stout resistance. Encouraging his party by shouts, and by his own
example, a general engagement ensued.
Hatchie no sooner saw the foe of his mistress' peace, than, stepping
between him and Jerry Swinger, who also had an account to settle with
him, he knocked down the pistol which was levelled at his head, and
grasped him by the throat. In the hands of Hatchie the attorney was as
nothing. The stalwart mulatto cast him upon the ground, and, with his
cord, bound him hand and foot. The leader vanquished, it was the work of
but a few moments to secure the rest of the assailants.
Jerry Swinger learned, from sundry exclamations of the defeated party,
that another portion of the expedition was to land at the creek. Leaving
a few of his men in charge of the prisoners, he made all haste, with the
remainder, towards the cottage.
The affray had occupied but a few moments. The sturdy woodmen,
accustomed to such scenes, and animated by a high motive, had done their
duty promptly and efficiently, as the woful appearance of the
disconcerted ruffians testified. Some hard blows had been dealt; some
few upon both sides were severely wounded; but, considering the
desperate character of the invaders, the masterly tact of Jerry Swinger
had evidently saved much bloodshed.
Hatchie, as soon as he had secured his prisoner, hastened, somewhat in
advance of Jerry's party, towards the cottage.
Vernon waited the approach of the party in front of the cottage. While
it was yet at some distance, he discovered Hatchie, whom he recognized
by the light of his torch, running in front of it. The appearance of the
mulatto, alone, he interpreted as the signal of victory to the party in
conjunction with him, who, he imagined, were pursuing him. Resolving,
therefore, to lose no more time, he advanced towards the house, ordering
two of his followers to secure Hatchie.
Dr. Vaudelier had heard the sounds of the distant encounter, and
occasionally sought the window to assure himself the invaders did not
approach the cottage. The glaring torch of Hatchie, who was running
towards the house, gave him some misgivings, and, seizing the pistols
which lay upon the table, he went to the door, on opening which he was
confronted by Vernon.
"Come on, boys! come on!" shouted the ruffian, as he pushed by the
doctor. "The way is clear; let us make quick work."
The pistol of Dr. Vaudelier had been raised to shoot down the assailant;
but his hand dropped at the sound of his voice, he staggered back and
let the weapon fall from his hand, and uttered an exclamation of intense
feeling.
"This way, men! this way!" shouted Vernon, as he pressed on.
Entering the room at the right of the entry, in which a bed had been
temporarily placed for the use of Emily, he found the affrighted girl,
who had been aroused from her transient slumber by the noise of the
attack. Rising from the bed upon which she had merely thrown herself,
she was confounded by the appearance of her former persecutor.
"Ah, my pretty bird, you are again in my power, and I shall take care
that no weak indulgence again deprives me of your society," said Vernon,
as he seized her arm, and attempted to hurry her from the room.
"Unhand me, villain!" exclaimed she, roused to desperation by the sudden
and painful change which had overtaken her.
"Do not pout, my pretty dove! there is no chance to escape this time.
Your valuable assistant, that bull-headed nigger, cannot help you; so I
advise you to come quietly with me."
"Never, villain! I never will leave this house alive!"--and she
struggled to free herself from the ruffian's grasp.
"Nay, nay, lady! do not be unreasonable."
"Help! help!" shouted Emily, with the energy of desperation.
"No use, my pretty quadroon; I put your man, Hatchie, into the hands of
two stout fellows; he cannot come, even at your bidding."
The ruffian had hardly finished the sentence before a heavy blow on the
back of the head laid him prostrate upon the floor.
"You are a false prophet," said Hatchie, quietly, as he assisted his
mistress to a sofa, while Jerry Swinger, who had followed him, examined
the condition of the fallen man.
"Thank God!" continued Hatchie, "we have beaten them off."
"Heaven is kinder to me than I deserve," murmured Emily, bursting into
tears, as the terrible scene through which she had just passed was fully
realized. "But where is Henry--Captain Carroll--is he safe?"
"All safe, ma'am; the catamounts have not been in his room," replied
Jerry Swinger. "Cheer up, ma'am; it mought have been worse."
"Let us carry this carrion from the house," said Hatchie, seizing the
prostrate Vernon in no gentle gripe. "Let us fasten him to a tree, and I
will not take my eye from him or the lawyer till both are hung."
"Stay, stay, Hatchie!" exclaimed Dr. Vandelier, who at that moment
entered. "_He is my son_!"
"Good heavens!" said Emily, rising from her recumbent posture on the
sofa.
"It is indeed true," replied the doctor, in a melancholy tone. "I would
that he had died in the innocency of his childhood. I recognized him as
he entered the house, and had nearly lost my consciousness, as the
terrible reality stared me in the face, that my son, he whose childhood
I had watched over, who once called me by the endearing name of father,
is a common midnight assassin!
"Is he your persecutor?" continued the doctor, relieved by an abundant
shower of tears which the terrible truth had called to his eyes. "Is he
the person who has caused you so much trouble?"
"No, no, sir!" responded Emily, eager to afford the slightest comfort to
the bereaved heart of the father; "he only acted for Maxwell."
"A hired villain! without even the paltry excuse of an interested motive
to palliate the offence. O God! that I should be brought so low!"--and
the doctor wrung his hands in anguish.
"Perhaps, sir," said Emily, "he is not so bad as you think; let us hear
before we condemn him."
Her resentment, if her gentle nature had for a moment harbored such a
feeling, had all given way to the abundant sympathy she felt for the
doctor in his deep distress. Forgiving as the spirit of mercy, she now
applied restoratives to the man who had so lately attempted to wrong
her; and Dr. Vaudelier, with a sad heart, assisted her in her merciful
duty.
Hatchie, on his approach to the cottage, had been assailed by the men
whom Vernon had sent to secure him. A severe encounter had ensued, and
although Hatchie's great muscular power and skill had enabled him to
keep his assailants at bay, he would eventually have had the worst of
it; but Jerry Swinger came to his aid in season for him to save his
mistress from injury. Vernon's party, like that of Maxwell, were all
secured.
The noise caused by the entrance of Vernon had awakened Henry Carroll
from his slumbers. He listened, but could not make out the occasion of
it; for, in consideration of his feeble condition, he had not been
informed of the meditated attack. The cry for help uttered by Emily
convinced him of the nature of the disturbance. His first impulse was to
rise and rush to her assistance; but of his inability to do this he was
painfully reminded in his attempt to rise. The heavy fall of Vernon on
the floor, and the voice of Hatchie, assured him that, whatever the
affair might be, it had assumed a new phase. His painful apprehensions
were quieted by the appearance of Hatchie, who in a concise manner
related the events of the night.
The last lingering doubt of the suspicious invalid was removed by the
entrance of Emily herself.
"You are safe, dear Emily!" exclaimed he.
"I am, thank God!"
"And I could not assist in your defence!"
"Heaven will protect me, Henry. It seems as if a veritable angel hovered
over my path to shield me from the thousand perils that assail me."
"The angels do hover around you, Emily; you are so pure, and good, and
true, that they are ever near you, even in your own heart. Angels always
minister to the good,--to those who resist the temptations of the
world."
"You speak too well of me. But you have been excited by this tumult,
Henry."
"I was a little disturbed; but, unable to help myself, I could do
nothing for others,--not even for you, dearest."
"I know what you would have done, if you had been able. I know your
heart, and I feel just as grateful as though your strong arm had rescued
me."
Dr. Vaudelier, who had succeeded in restoring Vernon--or, by his true
name, Jerome Vaudelier--to consciousness, now entered the room. He
appeared more melancholy and harassed in mind than Emily had before seen
him. His soul seemed to be crushed by the terrible realization that _his
son_ was a common felon--worse than felon, the persecutor of innocence.
A soul as sensitive as his to the distinctions of right and wrong could
hardly endure the misery of that hour.
With an absent manner, he inquired into the condition of the patient,
and took the necessary steps to soothe him to slumber again.
Hatchie, having satisfied himself that the prisoners were all safe, left
them under guard of the woodmen, and returned to the chamber of the sick
man; and, at the doctor's urgent request, Emily left Henry to his care.