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Joe Hawkridge advanced with them, the stalwart chief between them, his empty hands extended in token of peace. The ambushed Yemassees, lying in the tall grass, were ready to let fly with musket balls and flights of arrows or to storm the knoll. A sailor on sentry duty gave the alarm and the lads saw a row of heads bob above the logs, and the gleam of weapons.
"While that fellow is friendly to you, perhaps, others of the company are very resentful; it isn't best to tempt them. Hawkridge, you are the best one to act." "Very well; I will do so." The horseman had come to a stop and was gazing fixedly at the building, as if waiting for a response to his advance. Jennie Whitney descended the stairs at this moment.
"He's gone and murdered all us men, as sure as blazes." Joe Hawkridge held his peace and wondered what had become of his partner, Jack Cockrell, waiting alone in the pirogue. In the infernal commotion at the camp, Joe had failed to note whether Bill Saxby and Trimble Rogers had betaken themselves off or had been among those killed.
Keeping vigilant watch, they labored far into the night until the camp on the knoll was a hard nut to crack, with its surrounding ditch and palisade of logs behind which a man could lie and shoot. Now and then it might have been noted that Jack Cockrell and Joe Hawkridge conferred with their heads together as though something private were in the wind.
"Which is exactly how I felt about you," Jack told them and he was greatly touched by this proof of their unbending fidelity. "But how did you manage it to reach Charles Town?" "Cap'n Bonnet hove to outside the bar last night," explained Trimble Rogers, "and gave us a handy boat to sail in with." The wary Joe Hawkridge took alarm at this and put a finger to his lips.
"They are too far off to place us in danger, unless a strong wind should blow directly this way." "Well, boys," said Capt. Asbury, hopefully, "the thing isn't through yet. I think Inman will give us another message before opening the ball, so you may rest easy until he makes his next move." Meanwhile Hawkridge had managed to deliver the little twist of paper, placed in his hand by Vesey.
"And are you and your mother alone?" "We are the only ones in the house. What is the meaning of all this?" she asked, looking with astonishment at the horsemen. "We are pursued by a company of rustlers," replied Hawkridge; "they are directly behind us; I started to lead our friends to my ranch, but they headed us off, and we were compelled to apply here for shelter." "You are welcome," Mrs.
"After Captain Wellsby turns the pirates loose and quits her?" scoffed Jack. "I am a plaguey fool," cheerfully admitted Joe Hawkridge. "'Twould be out of the frying-pan into the fire, with a vengeance." "And no way to signal our friends," sadly exclaimed Jack. "We forgot flint and steel. It looks much like another voyage." "Straight for the open sea, my bully boy," agreed Joe.
He leaned over from the saddle and extended his hand. As Hawkridge took it he felt something in his palm. "I understand," he said; "it shall be delivered." No one watching the couple, as nearly all were doing, suspected this little by-play.
"He will do it, or at least will try it," replied Hawkridge, "for he doesn't intend any one shall have time to interfere, as may be the case if he delays too long." "To set fire to the house," remarked the captain, who had given much thought to the question, "they must first reach it, and that manoeuvre will prove a costly one to them.
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