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The conversation then took the usual turn, and I got an opportunity of speaking to the young ladies. After the character I had heard of Madam Schuyler, I was a good deal surprised to find that Guert was somewhat of a favourite.
Nothing could have served more effectually to convince me of the manner in which Guert regarded our situation, than to see him turn loose beasts which I knew he so highly prized. I mentioned this; and he answered me with a melancholy seriousness, that made the impression so much the stronger "It is possible they may get ashore, for nature has given a horse a keen instinct.
I shall have a mother, now; a blessing I hardly ever knew!" "And one that will dearly, dearly love you, as I know by her own opinions, again and again expressed in my presence." "Thank you, Corny and thanks to that respected parent, too. Now, go, Corny; I am fearful this selfish gratification only adds to the danger of the house go; I will pray for your safety." "One word, dearest; poor Guert!
"Did you understand these men?" he called out, for this time Guert did not see fit to stop his horses; "they, too, had something to tell us." "These people always have something to tell an Albany sleigh, Mr. Mordaunt," answered Guert; "though it is not often that which it would do any good to hear." "But Mrs. Bogart thinks they also had something to say about 'Albany, and the 'river."
An interval of ten or fifteen minutes must have occurred between the moment when Guert discharged his rifle and that in which the battle really began. All this time the fire was gathering head, our tardy attempts to extinguish it proving a complete failure.
When about half-way between the islands opposite to Coejeman's and the hamlet just named, Guert, who stood erect to drive, told us that some one who was out late, like themselves, was coming down. The horses of the strangers were in a very fast trot, and the sleigh was evidently inclining towards the west shore, as if those it held intended to land at no great distance.
Guert sang capitally, in a fine, clear, sweet, manly voice, and he gave us several airs with words both in English and in Dutch. He had just finished one of these songs, and the clapping of hands was still loud and warm, when the young man called on Mr. Worden for a lady, or a sentiment.
I had not been acquainted with Guert Ten Eyck a fortnight, before I saw he had a tendency to the same sort of excesses as those to which Col. Van Valkenburgh was addicted. There was an old French Huguenot living near Satanstoe or rather, the son of one, who still spoke his father's language and who used to call Col.
I am of your opinion, Guert; so, Jaap, release your prisoner at once, that we may return to Ravensnest, as fast as possible." "Dat berry hard, Masser Corny, sah!" exclaimed Jaap, who did not half like the orders he received. "No words about it, sir, but cut his fastenings" Jaap had tied the Indian's arms behind him, with a rope, as an easy mode of leading him along. "Do you know the man's name?"
As it was, my mind was vastly relieved, as I believe was the case also with that of the Rev. Mr. Worden. "Corny," said that gentleman, after we had wished Guert good-night, and were well on our way to the inn again, "this second supper has helped surprisingly to digest the first. I doubt if our new acquaintance, here, will be likely to turn out very profitable to us."
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