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"Ay," urged the baronet, "for whatever your sympathies, remember that we fight this time to reunite you with your father." And that night Janice made her first plea in behalf of the British arms. The absence of Mobray and Andre brought the commissary once again to the fore.
Who 'd have thought to find you here? How can I serve you?" "I wish to see Lord Cornwallis," repeated Janice. "'T is evident you pay little heed to what has been occurring," replied Mobray, as he placed a chair for her. "We thought we had all the spirit beat out of Mr.
Four hours later, when Brereton rose from the table, Stevens and O'Hara were lying on the floor, Boudinot was fallen forward, his head resting among the dishes on the table, fast asleep, and Mobray and Grayson, clasped in each other's arms, were reeling forth different ditties under the impression that they were singing the same song.
"Since when did you take to calling your superior officers 'fellows, Sir Frederick?" asked the other, laughing. With a cry of recognition, Mobray sprang forward, his hand outstretched. "Charlie!" he exclaimed. "Heavens, man, we have made a joke in the army of the appearance of thy troops, but I never thought to see the exquisite of the Mall in clothes not fit for a tinker."
"If I could I'd see that he failed of an exchange till the end of the war; and I would that one of our officers in your hands could be kept by you for an equal term." "Who is that?" asked Mobray. "That rascal, Charles Lee," muttered Brereton.
And at the very moment the next day that two companies, one of British Fusileers, and one of New Jersey Continentals, were firing a volley over a new-made grave, in which, wrapped in the flag of his country, and buried with every military honor, had been deposited the body of him who had been Sir Frederick Mobray, a fatigue party were rolling into a trench, and carelessly covering with earth from the battered redoubts, along with the bodies of negroes and horses, and of barrels of spoiled pork and beef, the naked corpse of him who had been John Ombrey, Baron Clowes.
"Take what revenge you please, my Lord," replied Mobray, his voice shaking a little none the less, "I have done what as a gentleman I was compelled to do, and am ready for the consequences, be they what they may." "A fit return for my lenience," remarked Clowes to the squire after Sir Frederick had made his exit.
"The rebels hold the forts in the lower Delaware so tenaciously that our supply ships have not yet been able to get up to us, and as Washington's army is between us and the back country, we are as near in a state of siege as nineteen thousand men were ever put by an inferior force." "Our men are on quarter rations, and we officers fare but little better," grumbled Mobray.
Meredith's voice broke in upon them, as standing in the mouth of the cave he called: "Come, Janice. The firing has ceased, to permit an exchange of flags with the rebels. Up with ye, and get the fresh air while ye can." "I will stay here, father," replied the girl, "and care for " "Nonsense, lass! Ye shall not kill yourself. I order ye to come away." "Go, Miss Meredith," begged Mobray.
Nothing more was said for some time, then Mobray asked faintly: "Is it that I am losing consciousness, or has the firing eased?" Janice raised her head with a start. "Why, it has stopped," she exclaimed. "What can it mean?" "That courage and tenacity have done their all, and now must yield. Poor Cornwallis! I make no doubt he'd gladly change places with me at this instant." Here Mr.
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