Chapter V.

Divided Duty

I could not find it in my heart to blame Jacob for being eager to learn

all he could regarding his father, and it certainly seemed as if we might

hear that which would at least tell us who this prisoner was that they

were so keen to torture; but surely we were not warranted in lingering for

the possible saving of one human life, when by our delay hundreds might be

placed in gravest danger.

However, I could not retreat, because Jacob held me firmly in his clutch,

from which I would have been unable to release myself save at the cost of

betraying our whereabouts.

With the hope that the lad might soon come to realize that we must be

attending to General Herkimer's business, I remained silent and

motionless, straining my ears to hear what the painted snakes were saying,

and at the same time expecting to receive a silent protest from Sergeant

Corney because of remaining inactive when the moments were so precious.

In less than a single minute I knew that the savages were speaking of

Peter Site, and the tightening of Jacob's grip told that he too was aware

of the fact.

Because I can understand only a few words here or there of Brant's native

tongue, it would be impossible to set down exactly what the villains said;

but I caught enough to understand that the prisoner in whom we were so

deeply interested was not far distant,--probably at the main

encampment,--and Thayendanega was protecting him at least from the

torture. Why the sachem had taken such an interest in the unfortunate man

I could not make out; most likely the savages themselves were ignorant on

that point.

It appeared to me, from the conversation, that there was much hard feeling

on the part of the Indians because they were not allowed to indulge in an

amusement which had been countenanced by more than one officer of the

British army, and I fancied that Thayendanega, great sachem though he now

was of the Six Nations, would have no little trouble in holding his

precious followers in check.

When I had learned as much as has been set down here, I felt a tugging at

my shirt, and knew, without seeing him, that Sergeant Corney was not

willing to remain at this point any longer.

The savages had begun to speak of St. Leger, and what he might succeed in

doing so far as the siege was concerned, therefore it did not seem

probable we would hear more regarding Peter Sitz.

This much Jacob must have understood as well as I, for when I forced

myself backward, pushing vigorously against him, he gave way, and we thus

slowly retreated until having gained such a distance from the feasting

murderers that it seemed safe to rise to our feet.

"To what were you listenin'?" Sergeant Corney asked, in a whisper, and

with no slight show of anger because I had lingered so long.

In the fewest words possible I told him what we had heard, and when I was

come to an end of the brief recital, Jacob asked, as if believing that now

all our plans would be changed:

"What are we to do?"

"That for which we came," Sergeant Corney replied, decidedly.

"But we know that my father is near at hand, and, if Thayendanega grows

careless or indifferent, will be tortured to death."

"Ay, lad, an' I could be no more sorry if Peter Sitz was my brother; but

we cannot now do anything to aid him, even though the way lay clear before

us," and the old man laid his hand on Jacob's shoulder as if to give

emphasis to the words. "We are to push on toward the fort, an' must not

heed any other duty."

"But we stand as much chance of rescuing my father as we do of gettin'

speech with Colonel Gansevoort, an' surely you will not leave a friend to

be tortured to death?" Jacob said, pleadingly, and speaking incautiously

loud.

"Lad, we have no choice in the matter. If General Herkimer was in your

father's place I would turn my back on him until after our work had been

done. Can't you see that by loiterin' now we may be sacrificing all those

brave fellows who are making ready to march from the Oriskany in the hope

of aiding in holdin' the fort?"

"That is your final word?" Jacob asked, sharply, and Sergeant Corney

replied, feelingly:

"It cannot be otherwise. We are bound first to obey orders, even though a

dozen of our best friends were bein' led to the stake, an'--"

"Then you will obey them without me," Jacob said, in a tone which I knew

full well betokened a purpose from which he would not be turned by words.

"Two will stand a better chance of gainin' the fort than three, an' _my_

duty calls me to Thayendanega's camp."

"But surely you will not attempt to go there alone!" I cried, in horror.

"Even though you should come face to face with your father, you could not

hope to set him free!"

"I would rather die by his side than have him believe I remained idle

while he was in such terrible danger."

"If you cannot be persuaded, we must leave you, an' that without delay,"

the old man said, sadly. "God knows I would do all a man might to aid

Peter Sitz; but if he was here at this minute, knowin' that the stake was

bein' made ready for him, he would say that we were bound to keep on

toward the fort regardless of his fate."

"I shall go to him," Jacob replied, quietly, and Sergeant Corney turned

aside with a sigh.

But that I knew beyond a peradventure it was useless, I would have said

all in my power to keep him with us; but his mind was fixed, and, to tell

the truth, I could not well blame him for doing as I would have done,

regardless of any duty I might owe to General Herkimer.

"We can say nothing more, lad?" Sergeant Corney said to me, inquiringly,

and I shook my head, for so great was the grief in my heart that just then

I could make no reply.

I believe Jacob understood how keen was my sorrow at thus parting, when

the chances were that we would never meet again in this world, for, as if

to put an end to the agony, he turned abruptly, not even stopping to press

my hand, and in an instant was lost to view amid the gloom of the forest.

Already had our venture, so it appeared to me, cost the life of one of our

small party, and mentally I reproached myself bitterly for having left

Cherry Valley to take service with this General Herkimer, who could as

well have sent some other in our place, for surely all in his command were

not known to Thayendanega's following. I, as captain of the Minute Boys

stationed at Cherry Valley, could not have been accused of refusing to aid

the Cause had I failed to serve under the general, so far from my post of

duty.

As it was, however, we had come a long distance from our friends, and

already sacrificed a life uselessly, so it seemed to me then in my

bitterness of spirit.

"Come, lad," Sergeant Corney whispered, shaking me roughly by the shoulder

as if he would drive from my mind the painful thoughts. "We cannot do as

Jacob would have us, and there is an end of that matter. Get to work, and

it may be that 'twixt now an' morning but one of us will remain to carry

the message."

I had never before heard the old man speak in so despondent a tone, and it

seemed an evil omen, coming as the words did when we were ready to plunge

into the most dangerous portion of the work.

In silence I led the way once more, making such a détour as I thought

would carry us safely past that party of savages from which we had gained

such painful information, and perhaps half an hour was spent in advancing

at a snail's pace; but in the direction where we supposed the fort stood.

Now it was I realized that some one well acquainted with the locality

should have been sent with us, for we were obliged to go on blindly, as it

were, trusting that chance, and what we might see of the disposition of

the enemy's forces, would bring us to the point we desired to gain, for

neither of us had ever visited Fort Schuyler.

At the end of half an hour I came to a sudden standstill, for we were

within a few paces of half a dozen white men, as could be told even in the

darkness by the outlines of their clothing.

These last appeared to be stationed at that point, for none of them made

any attempt to go away during the two or three minutes I remained

motionless, although why so many should have been placed there as

sentinels, when one would have served the purpose, I failed to understand,

and it perplexed me not a little, for it was necessary that we should know

whether we were inside the lines, or simply confronting their outlying

pickets.

There was nothing for it, however, but to crawl backward half a dozen

yards, and then make another détour, and while this was being done

Sergeant Corney had only a single question to ask, which was as to whether

I had seen white men or Indians.

"White men," I replied, "and no less than half a dozen standing in a

group, as if stationed there."

The old man paused an instant, as if quite as much perplexed as I, and

then whispered:

"Go on. We are like to run across more than one such snag, an', what is

worse, don't have a clear idea of whether we shall come plump on to the

fort, or go a considerable distance to one side of it."

Again I advanced, making an even wider détour than before, and in ten

minutes, perhaps, we were come upon a single sentinel,--a soldier,--who

stood leaning against a tree as if half-asleep, and I was less careful in

passing him because he did not appear to be particularly on the alert.

Again and again we nearly stumbled upon a squad of men, small parties of

Indians, or a single sentinel, until it seemed to me as if all St. Leger's

force must be distributed throughout the thicket, and I began to despair

of ever making our way through.

Now we were where it seemed as dangerous to retreat as to advance, and I

strove manfully to keep from my mind all thoughts of the perils that

surrounded us, lest I grow faint-hearted at the very time when all my

courage was needed if we would save our lives.

To do this it was only necessary I think of Jacob and his hazardous

venture, which could serve no good purpose even though he succeeded in

avoiding the enemy, therefore my mind dwelt on the perils which confronted

him, causing me in a measure to forget where I myself stood.

To go on in such a manner was most wearisome, and I was well-nigh at the

end of my strength when a faint lightness in the eastern sky gave warning

that the day was near at hand.

At the same moment I observed this fact, the sergeant gripped me by the

arm, and, understanding he would have speech with me, I halted.

"It is time we went into hidin', lad, although I did count we would come

within sight of the fort before bein' obliged to call a halt."

"Where can we hide here?" I asked, bitterly, and, strange as it may seem,

I began to realize, for the first time since the general had explained

what he would have us do, that we must remain concealed from view during

all the hours of daylight, and that while we were literally surrounded by

the enemy.

"We must take our chances in the first dense thicket, wherein may be found

a stout tree, that we come across," he replied, "an' now instead of tryin'

to get a sight of the fortification, turn all your efforts toward findin'

a hidin'-place."

This promised to be as difficult a task as I had ever undertaken, for how

would it be possible in the darkness to say whether one thicket was denser

than another, and, without spending precious time in the examination, to

learn if there was a stout tree within any certain clump of bushes?

Because the sergeant had said we were to halt where was a tree, I believed

he proposed spending the day amid the branches, and any one who has ever

been in a forest can readily understand how few there are of such

hiding-places.

However, we were there, and within another hour must be screened from view

after some fashion, therefore it was useless to grumble, or say this or

that movement was impossible; but rather I should do the best I might, and

trust to the chapter of accidents that I did not lead my companion into

what would prove to be a trap.

All the thicket looked dense in the night, but when I was finally come to

a clump of bushes through which it was difficult to force my way, I

stopped and whispered to Sergeant Corney.

"This seems to be such a place as you would have; but who can say whether

it will answer our purpose?"

"So much the worse for us if it does not," the old man replied, grimly.

"Make your way in, an' if there be no tree to give us a roostin'-place, we

must take our chances on the ground, for the day is comin' on apace."

And indeed he said no more than the truth; already was it possible for me

to see surrounding objects, dimly, to be sure, but more clearly than when

we first began searching for a place of refuge.

Unless we were concealed from view within half an hour, we might as well

march straight to the nearest sentinel and give ourselves up as prisoners.

There was much to be desired in this thicket which we had chosen by

chance, as was learned when we were well within it. Several large trees

grew amid the clump of bushes, to be sure; but the foliage was not so

dense that one who passed near at hand with reasonable alertness would

have failed to discover us lurking there.

"It is better than the open country," Sergeant Corney said, when I would

have found fault with our blind choice. "We will burrow amid these small

bushes until daylight, an' then, if necessary, go to roost."

I had in my pocket a small piece of corn bread, and, when I would have

divided it with the old man, he showed me about the same quantity, which

he had saved in event of just such an emergency, and we munched the dry

food with no very keen appetites, but eating at this the first

opportunity, in order to keep up our strength for the struggle which must

ensue before we gained speech with those in the fort.

My sorrow because Jacob had left us on a venture from which I did not

believe he could ever return, was so great that I felt no desire for food,

but ate it from a sense of duty, even as I had turned my back on my

comrade when he needed aid.

One does not make haste with such a meal, and when I had swallowed the

last dry crumbs, which were like to have choked me, the day had fully

come.

It can readily be imagined that we crept even nearer the edge of the

thicket than was really safe in order to get some idea of our position,

and to my great surprise and delight I found that we had come in as direct

a course as if we had followed a blazed trail.

There before us, and less than three hundred yards distant, was the

fortification over which was floating the flag made from Capt. Abraham

Swartwout's cloak, and because we were on high ground it was possible to

see the Americans moving about within, bent on this task or that duty.

After one hasty glance we crept back into the middle of the thicket, and

there, surrounded by hundreds of enemies, we two held a whispered

conversation regarding the situation.

It was only natural we should first congratulate each other on our good

fortune in having come unwittingly to the very spot we most desired to

gain, and then I said, simply giving words to the thoughts which had

entered my mind as I gazed upon the fortification:

"He who crosses the clearing between here and the fort, even though it be

in the night, needs to wriggle along like a snake, else will one of

Thayendanega's painted beauties lift his scalp."

"It is a bit open jest in front of here; but I took note that further to

the westward was a little more of green," Sergeant Corney said, half to

himself, and I knew he was picturing in his mind the two of us making the

attempt where was not a blade of grass to give shelter, for the "green" of

which he spoke was nothing more than the fragment of a bush near the

stockade.

"How are we to attract their attention, providin' we succeed in creepin'

up under the wall?" I asked, after a long pause, and he replied, grimly:

"I'll answer that question after you've told me how we're goin' to stop

'em shootin' at us while we're tryin' to get across."

Then it was I understood that even though the enemy did not see us while

we were making our way over the plain, the sentinels in the fort were

doubtless on the alert against just such an attempt on the part of the

Indians, and there was little question but that they would fire at any

moving thing which came within their line of vision.

"It seems to me that we'll be between two fires," I said, with a feeble

attempt to speak in a jovial tone, and Sergeant Corney's reply was much

like a bucket of cold water full in my face.

"That's exactly the case, lad, an' I'm countin' that betwixt 'em we'll be

peppered in fine shape, else there are some mighty poor marksmen

hereabouts."

"Why didn't you tell the general that we couldn't carry his message?

Didn't you think of all this at the time?"

"Ay, lad, it was pictured in my mind much as we see it now; but he said we

were to do the job, an' it wasn't for me to point out the danger."

"Why not, if you felt certain we would be shot?" I cried, angrily.

"Because a soldier has good reason when he enlists to expect he'll stop a

bullet, else what would be the need of powder an' ball?"

Having said this, the old man relapsed into silence, as if he was trying

to figure out how the work might be done with less of danger, and I sat

staring at him in a rage, for to my mind he had much the same as

compassed his own death and mine by not speaking of all the perils in our

path.

Now it was that I almost envied Jacob his position. It is true the odds

were strongly against his being able to make his way through the camp

without being captured, yet it was possible for him at any time to give

over the attempt and retrace his steps, whereas we were absolutely penned

up in the thicket, where retreat was even more perilous than advance.

Fume and fret as I might, it was not possible to mend matters, and I

stretched myself out at full length under the bushes, with the idea in

mind that it would be better if we were captured at once, for then we

would be spared just so much suspense, yet when Sergeant Corney suggested

that we were not as well hidden from view as we should be, I was alarmed

on the instant.

How that day was passed by us I can hardly say even now, when I look back

calmly upon all the incidents which were then so terrifying.

We had eaten the last crumb of our corn bread in the morning, without

appeasing the hunger which assailed us, and now could only chew the twigs

of the bushes, striving to make ourselves believe we extracted nourishment

therefrom.

More than once straggling soldiers or Indians passed near where we were

hidden; but no one thought of searching the thicket for those who were

friendly to the garrison, because none save idiots like ourselves would

thus have ventured into the lion's mouth.

Screened as we were from the lightest breath of wind, it was cruelly hot

in that hiding-place. Tiny streams of perspiration ran down my face,

wetting the leaves beneath my head, and I chewed them in the vain hope

that the suspicion of moisture might serve to quench my thirst.

I rejoiced when the sun began to sink in the west, even though it was, as

I believed, bringing the hour of my death so much the nearer; but I soon

came to understand that Sergeant Corney was not disposed to make the

perilous venture without first having taken all possible precautions for

our safety.

When the day was within an hour of its close, I suddenly became aware that

the old soldier was stripping the fringe from his shirt, and immediately I

sat bolt upright, fancying for the moment that he had lost his reason.

"What are you doin'?" I asked, sharply, and he replied, with a faint

smile:

"If the sentinel who stands on the wall of the fort facin' us is 'tendin'

to his business as a soldier should, then there's a chance I can let him

know these 'ere bushes shelter decent people."

While speaking he had been cutting cautiously with his knife one of the

longer branches which helped to screen us from view, and when it had been

severed he trimmed it with infinite care, as if our welfare depended upon

its being smooth and clean.

When this had been done to his satisfaction, and it seemed to give him

greatest pleasure to keep me in suspense as to his purpose, he tied to the

smaller end of the stick the fringe from his shirt.

"You're goin' to creep out an' wave that!" I cried, in the tone of one who

has made a great discovery.

"You can set it down as a fact that I won't creep very far out," the old

man replied, with a smile. "It's only the ghost of a chance that anybody

will take heed of it, an' yet there's no harm in the tryin'."

When finally he crept cautiously out toward the edge of the thicket, I

watched him as eagerly as if all our troubles would be over in case we

succeeded in attracting the attention of those in the fort, whereas, no

matter how many of our friends might see the waving fringe, we would still

be in the same danger of getting a bullet from the besiegers.

"It ain't any ways certain that some of these sneakin' Injuns don't see my

signal before one of the garrison does, in which case we won't have to

puzzle our heads about gettin' into the fort; but if they should jump on

me, you'd best take to your heels. There's a bare chance you might give

'em the slip in the squabble, for I shouldn't knock under while there was

any fight left in me."

[Illustration: "Sergeant Corney waved the bit of fringe slowly to and

fro"]

Then, peering through the branches, I could see the sentinel on the wall

near the sally-port, and it goes without saying that I watched with my

heart in my mouth for some gesture which might tell that he understood

what was of so much importance to us.

It was fortunate that we had blindly stumbled upon a hiding-place a few

yards in advance of the enemy's line of watchers, otherwise the scheme

could never have been successful. Even as it was, I expected each instant

that some painted snake would take it into his wicked head to wander

around in front of the thicket, when the game would come to a speedy end.

Sergeant Corney waved the bit of fringe slowly to and fro in such a manner

that the dull color of the deerskin might offer a contrast against the

green of the foliage, and when five minutes or more had passed without any

movement on the part of the sentinel, I said to myself that there was no

possibility we could catch the man's eye.

The old soldier was not one easily discouraged. During ten minutes more he

continued his efforts, now moving the stick to and fro, and again giving

to it an up-and-down motion, and then, at the very moment when all hope

had fled from my heart, I saw the man straighten himself suddenly, as he

shaded his eyes with his hand.

Then there could be no doubt but that Sergeant Corney had succeeded in his

purpose, for the soldier waved his hand twice, and bent over as if

speaking to some one on the inside.

Now it was that I expected the old man would return to my side and chuckle

over our good fortune; but he remained at the edge of the thicket while I

might have counted twenty, and then a second member of the garrison had

clambered up beside the first.

Another hand was waved in reply, and then, having finished his task in

good shape, Sergeant Corney crept back to me as he whispered, gleefully:

"I reckon we needn't fear that any of the garrison will shoot at us this

night, an', what's more to our advantage, we won't be called on to lay

behind the walls very long tryin' to attract attention."

"It was a great plan!" I replied, as if all our troubles were at an end,

and then again came the thought that it would be necessary for us to creep

out from the thicket under the very noses of those who were on guard, and

straightway all my fears returned.

It no longer seemed to me as if we had gained any great advantage from the

old man's efforts.

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