CHAPTER XI.
THE TABLES TURNED.
Ethan Allen could see no possible chance of escape.
He was not afraid to meet the punishment, but he felt it galling to betrapped in such a way.
If he had not been a bitter opponent of New York before, that treacherywould have made him one.
For greater security the two mountaineers had been bound together, sothat they could be more easily guarded.
Nearly an hour passed before the officer determined to march.
He had sent out scouts to ascertain if the Mountain Boys were in thevicinity, and the men had returned to report all quiet.
Then the small company, with its valuable captives, set out to crossinto York at the nearest point.
For about an hour the march was continued in silence, and the men werefatigued, for they had to carry the prisoners, both Allen and Bakerrefusing to walk one step.
A halt was called, and the soldiers were told they could rest for onehour.
They were delighted at the prospect, and laid themselves down on thegrass.
So secure did they feel that they relaxed their watchfulness andallowed the prisoners to lie down by themselves a little distance away,yet not so far that they had any chance of escape.
Allen was singing a song of freedom; it was an old French ditty he hadlearned and often sung.
He sang, not because his spirits were light, but simply to prevent afeeling of melancholy overmastering him.
The singing satisfied his captors that he was resigned, and was notmeditating any plan of escape.
In the midst of his song he heard a soft, low voice say:
"Do not speak, but listen."
Baker had fallen asleep, and Allen knew that it was Eben who spoke; buthow the boy got there, or, in fact, where he was, Allen could notconjecture.
"Here is a knife," said Eben; "I am going to cut the cords which bindyour hands; you can then liberate Baker. When you are both free, keepstill until you hear the cry of the catbird, and then leap to your feetand run, taking a course direct to the left; the boys are there inambush, and you will be safe."
While Eben was speaking he succeeded in cutting the cords, and Allen'shands were free.
Eben glided away as noiselessly as he came, and Allen woke Baker asquickly as possible.
"Heigho! Have we to continue our journey?"
"Hush! do not utter a word! We have a chance to escape, if you willlisten and not speak."
Allen told him all that had been done, and then quietly cut the other'scords.
Both men were free.
They lay as still as though the cords still bound their bodies.
Allen sang another song in a low, tremulous voice.
Again it had the effect of disarming suspicion.
A bird warbled in a tree, rather strangely for so late at night, but asone of the men remarked that it was the bird's lookout and not his, nonotice was taken of it.
And then the warbling ceased and the peculiar call of the catbird washeard.
Instantly the two prisoners were on their feet and making for the wood.
They had got some yards before their movement was noticed.
At once the soldiers seized their guns, and a volley was fired afterthe fugitives.
The shots did not reach the mark, and pursuit was commenced.
Allen heard the catbird again and again, and by its sound guided hisfootsteps.
The soldiers were close behind and were gaining every minute, but theMountain Boys ran pluckily, for it was a race for life in reality.
They rushed into the dense wood and followed the narrow path, which wasreally a deer run.
Some of the soldiers fired again, and a ball struck a tree andricochetted, injuring the leader of the little band of pursuers.
The accident made the men more furious, and they ran so fast that itseemed Allen and Baker must certainly fall into their hands.
Suddenly the scene changed.
From behind every tree there leaped out a Mountain Boy, and with onevoice a shout went up:
"Surrender!"
It was no use resisting.
The Yorkers were outnumbered.
They were blown with the long run, while their enemies were fresh andtheir muskets loaded.
"To whom are we to surrender?" asked the officer.
"To Col. Allen and his Green Mountain Boys," was the answer.
"On what terms?"
"The same you gave us," answered Baker.
"Yes, you are invaders of another colony, and must be treated asmarauders," added Allen.
"We are prisoners of war."
"Not any more than we were, but you bound us with cords, and you mustsubmit to the same treatment."
"It is an outrage."
"Very likely you think so, but you should do to others as you wouldthey should do to you. The example was set by you, not me."
Turning to his men, Allen ordered them to convey the prisoners to thecamp by the lake, and added:
"Shoot anyone who attempts to escape."
The order was unnecessary, for the Yorkers were too much frightened tothink of escaping.
When the camp was reached Ethan Allen gave orders for the Garvans,father and son, to be arrested and brought to the camp.
Peleg Sunderland told how the rescue had been accomplished, but when hegave Zeb's version of the affair Allen shook his head and told hisfriends of the arch treachery of the elder Garvan, whatever his sonmight say to the contrary.
Before morning Zeke Garvan and his hopeful son, Zeb, were prisoners atthe camp of the Mountain Boys.
Zeke expected to be shot, and whimpered like a child.
His son, Zeb, was brave, and showed that death had no terrors for him.
There was a sort of bulldog courage about him which won the admirationof even his enemies. He faced the Mountain Boys with a defiance whichseemed to mean:
"What are you going to do about it?"
When Allen asked him why he had been so treacherous, he laughed asthough the question was a good joke.
"I worsted the enemy, didn't I?"
"What do you mean?"
Zeb screwed up his mouth as though about to whistle, then suddenlychanged and burst into another laugh.
"Come, my boy, we do not make war on boys, so tell me your motive."
"Shall I?"
"It will be for your advantage, and your father----"
"Don't mention him. Let every tub stand on its own bottom, my fatheralways taught me. Talk about me, if you like, but leave dad alone."
"Then, for your own sake, tell me why you did it. Did others promptyou?"
"I don't know what you mean by prompt, but if you mean did anyone tellme to do it, I say no. I thought of it all by myself, and I made abargain with father, which he didn't keep; but he was a long timebefore he saw it as I did."
"Tell all your story, and leave the rest to me."
"Well, you see, father wanted money----"
"Ah! so money stands before country?"
"Let me tell my story."
"Go on, I will not interrupt you again."
"You had better not if you want to hear what I have to say. I saidfather wanted money, and as the Yorkers wanted you, and offered a bigsum of good money for your capture, why, I suggested to father that heget the reward. Now, don't wince; wait until you have heard all. So Igot father to agree, and then you were invited to supper. I had gonefor the soldiers, and there you were trapped as nicely as any bear inthe mountains. Well, when you were secured I put up dad to ask when hewould get the reward, and he was told he would have to go to Albany forit, and I found that he could get the reward even if you were rescued,so I wanted to make myself solid with the boys, and I came and toldthem which way you would be taken, and how to rescue you. So if youwill let us go we shall get the reward, but the Yorkers won't get you."
Zeb spoke with such a feeling of exultation that Allen had to laugh.
"So you tried to please both
parties?"
"Well, yes; but if ye don't get the money we shan't be pleased with theresult."
"Have you told me the truth?"
"Of course I have, and I am itching to get the reward so that I maylaugh at the enemy."
"And try to play the same prank again."
"No, I want to join you; I am tired of home. My, won't the Yorkers bemad at having to pay the money and not get you anyway?"
"They will not pay the reward."
"Then I'll fight until they do."
Allen called a council of the boys and asked what should be done withthe prisoners.
"Hang them all, every one of them," was the advice of Peleg Sunderland.
"I say, keep them as hostages, and if any of our men are caught, dealwith the Yorkers as they deal with our men," said Baker.
"And I think," remarked Allen, slowly and with great deliberation,"that we ought to liberate the soldiers, who only did as they wereordered, and punish Farmer Garvan."
"Let us leave the whole matter to the colonel."
"Good! he is always right."
This course was adopted, and Allen accepted the trust.
He ordered the soldiers to be brought before him, and then addressedthem, telling them how some had counseled hanging, but as they werefellow-Americans it was resolved to liberate them, because they hadonly obeyed orders.
He expressed a wish that they would go back to their own colony andtell the Yorkers that the men of the mountains would never give uptheir lands while one of them remained alive.
The officer in charge spoke for his men.
He thanked Allen for his merciful conduct, and declared that the dutyhad been distasteful, but that as soldiers they must act withoutquestion.
After the Yorkers left the camp, Allen ordered the farmer to be broughtbefore him.
"Farmer Garvan," he said, "you have been guilty of the greatest crimeit is possible for a man to commit. You offered hospitality, and then,like Judas, you betrayed those who trusted you. Your offense is worse,seeing that you are a grantee of New Hampshire. By all the laws of waryou ought to be hanged----"
"Spare me!" whined the farmer.
"You did not spare me, but for the sake of a little money would havecondemned me to death. You are a coward, or you would meet your fateboldly. A man who risks so much should not cry out for mercy when hisrascality fails. I will not hang you----"
"Thank you. Heaven----"
"Stay! Do not call Heaven into a defense of treachery. I order thatyou be stripped and receive one hundred lashes on the bare back, suchpunishment to be meted out to you in accordance with the laws laid downby the convention at Bennington."
Garvan fell on his knees and with uplifted hands prayed for mercy.
"It will kill me, I know it will. Oh, spare me, and I will serve you,I----"
"Each of my men will give you a stroke with a good, strong oaken orbeechen stick, and may the punishment teach you that treachery neverpays."
In vain the man cried for mercy.
Allen could never forgive treachery.
The Green Mountain Boys hurried to cut sticks from the trees which grewby the lake, and each submitted his stick to Allen, who rejected quitea number because they were too large.
Zeke was stripped and tied to a tree, his hands above his head. Thefirst man was called to administer his stroke, when Zeb, who had beenstanding, listening to the decision, rushed forward, and placinghimself between his father and the mountaineer, said:
"Strike, but not father. Let me bear the punishment, for it was all myfault, it was all my doing."
"Stand aside."
"I will not."
"Drag him away," commanded Baker.
Two of the mountaineers stepped up to the boy, who had clasped his armsaround his father's waist.
He held on so tightly that to drag him away they must hurt him.
Baker ordered the men to whip him until he loosed his grasp, but Allenstopped the execution of this order.
"Stop! Boy, you have won. I thought you were bad at heart, but I seeyou love your father, and for your sake I remit the punishment."
Zeb fell on his knees and clasped Allen's legs.
"Bless you! If anyone ever says a word against you in my hearing heshall die, that he shall."
"Release the prisoner."
When Zeke was free Allen ordered him to give up the paper signed by thesoldiers.
"And lose my reward?"
"Yes; I will not allow you to be rewarded for treachery."
Garvan had no option in the matter, and so he gave up the document,which certified that he was entitled to the reward for the capture ofEthan Allen and Remember Baker.
Zeb pleaded hard to be allowed to join the Mountain Boys, and Allenconsented provisionally that he should stay in the camp and hold noconversation with his old companions.
"I am afraid you acted foolishly," said Baker. "Others will follow thefarmer's example."
"I think not. Mercy never yet failed; sternness often leads todisaster. I am satisfied with what has been done."
In this, as in many other instances, Ethan Allen, rebel though he wascalled, outlaw as he was decreed to be, showed the largeness of hisheart.
"We shall have to break camp. It is possible others besides those whohave been liberated will know of our nearness and profit by it."
"Where shall we go, colonel?"
"To Middlebury. We will not secrete ourselves, but openly show that weare in the field to oppose New York in its pretensions."