In Hostile Red. Altsheler Joseph Alexander

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      Belfort rode forward to meet them, and Marcel and I followed, though at a somewhat slacker pace. We could take this privilege, as we were now within the lines. I judged that the officers and the ladies had been taking a ride for the sake of the air and the exercise, and such proved to be the case.

      "Here comes Blake's expedition," exclaimed Ingram, as they rode up, "and I see wounded men. Verily I believe we have taken the rebel Wildfoot at last."

      "Is it true, Lieutenant Belfort?" asked Miss Desmond. "Has the robber Wildfoot been taken?"

      Belfort was thrown into a state of embarrassment by this question, to which he knew he must return an unwelcome answer; and he hesitated, pulling uneasily at his bridle-rein. But Marcel, the readiness of whose wit was equalled only by his lack of a sense of responsibility, spoke up.

      "I fear, Miss Desmond," he said, "that we have but sad news. The wounded men you see are not rebels, but our own. As for Mr. Wildfoot the robber, we suspect that he has had fine entertainment at our expense. Of a certainty he gave us all the sport we wanted."

      "It was a trick, a dastard American trick!" exclaimed Belfort. "They gave us no chance."

      "Then you have not captured this Wildfoot?" asked Miss Desmond.

      "No," replied Marcel. "He came much nearer to capturing us, and in addition he has taken off our wagon-train, provisions, bullocks, drivers, and all, which I dare say will be welcome food to the Americans, drivers included, for we hear that they are starving."

      "They did not stay to fight us to the end," broke in Belfort, "but ran away with the spoil."

      "No doubt they had obtained all they wanted," said Miss Desmond, dryly. "Do not forget, Lieutenant Belfort, that, however misguided my countrymen may be, they are able to meet anybody in battle, Englishmen not excepted."

      "For you to say anything makes it true," said Belfort.

      "You should also take note," said Marcel, "that Miss Desmond is more chivalrous than some other opponents of the Americans."

      "I do not take your full meaning," said Belfort.

      "It is easy enough to understand it," said Marcel. "Miss Desmond gives to our enemies the credit for the bravery and skill which they have shown so plainly that they possess."

      "I think you have taken a very long journey for strange purposes," said Belfort, "if you have come all the way from England to defend the rebels and to insult the officers of the king."

      A fierce quarrel between them might have occurred then, for it was breeding fast, but Miss Desmond interfered.

      "If you say any more upon this subject, gentlemen," she said, "I shall not speak to either of you again."

      "Where no other penalty might prevent us, Miss Desmond," said Marcel, with a low bow, "that of a surety will."

      Marcel was a graceless scamp, but I always envied his skill at saying things which fitted the matter in hand.

      Our shot-riddled party had now come up, and while the colonel and the major were receiving the full story from Barton, I found myself for a few moments the only attendant upon Miss Desmond.

      "Since I can now do it without risk of sudden death, our friend Lieutenant Belfort being absent, I assure you again that your countrymen showed great bravery and military skill in our action with them," I said.

      "The appearance of your column," she replied, looking pityingly at the wounded soldiers, "is proof that you came off none too well."

      "It would be better," I said, "to avow the full truth, that we were sadly beaten."

      "Lieutenant Melville," she said, "why are you so quick in the defence and even the praise of the rebels? Such is not the custom of most of the British officers. It seems strange to me."

      "Does it seem more strange," I asked, "than the fact that you, an American, espouse the cause of the British?"

      The question appeared to cause her some embarrassment. Her lip quivered, and an unusual though very becoming redness came into her face. But in a moment she recovered her self-possession.

      "If you had been born an American, Lieutenant Melville," she asked, "would you have fought with the Americans?"

      "The question is unfair," I answered hastily.

      "Then let the subject be changed," she said; and changed it was. In a few more minutes we entered the city, where the news we brought, and the abundant evidence of its truth that we likewise brought with us, carried much disturbance, and I may also add joy too, for there were many good and loyal patriots among the civilians of Philadelphia, and some who feared not to show their feelings in the face of the whole British army.

      My rescue of Blake, more the result of impulse than of resolution, came in for much praise, which I would rather not have had, and of which I was in secret not a little ashamed. But there was naught for me to do but to receive it with a good grace, in which effort I was much aided by the knowledge that the incident formed a coat of armor against any suspicions that Belfort might have formed.

      "Well, Lieutenant Melville," said Marcel, as we were returning to our quarters, "you have distinguished yourself to-day and established yourself in the esteem of your fellow-Britons."

      "And you," I said, "have almost quarrelled with one of these same Britons, who hates us both already and would be glad to see us hanged."

      "My chief regret," replied Marcel, "is that it was not a quarrel in fact. It would be the pleasantest task of my life to teach our haughty Norman nobleman a lesson in manners."

      "Such lessons might prove to be very dangerous to us just now," I remarked.

      "This one would be worth all the risk," replied he.

      I saw that he was obstinate upon the point, and so I said no more about it.

      Chapter Six — A Cousin from England

      By the time we regained our quarters that afternoon I was feeling decidedly serious. In adopting the wild suggestion of Marcel and riding into Philadelphia in British red, I had never expected such a complication as this. We were to do our work quickly, ride away and be with our own again, in true colors. But the inch had become a yard, and here we were, involved already in a perfect network of circumstances. Some one who knew the real Melville and Montague might arrive at any moment, and then what would become of us? Walking on bayonet points may be well enough as a novelty, for a moment or two, but as a regular thing I prefer solid ground.

      I know that I looked exceedingly glum, but Marcel's face was careless and gay. In truth the situation seemed to delight him.

      "Marcel!" I exclaimed, "why did the Lord create such a rattle-brained, South-Carolina, Irish-French American as you?"

      "Probably he did it to ease his mind after creating you," he replied, and continued humming a dance air. His carelessness and apparent disregard of consequences annoyed me, but I remained silent.

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