The Boy Scouts at the Battle of Saratoga: The Story of General Burgoyne's Defeat

by Herbert Carter

  CHAPTER XIV. THE DRAWN BATTLE.

  Dan Cushing was not to be turned from his purpose even when he foundthat his friend had already entered the British lines. His only questionwas as to how he could get there? He had not been seen by the guard,and, drawing back into the woods, he walked cautiously along to learnhow far it might be to the next picket. To his delight he discoveredthat the sentinels were several rods apart, and each had been stationedon a ridge, with a small hollow, running directly up into theencampment, between them. Lying down in a thicket, he waited.

  Slowly the minutes passed. Not until it was dark did he make a move.Then, as noiselessly as an Indian, he crept into the hollow, and againpaused. No other sound than the regular tread of the soldiers as theytramped to and fro on their beat came to his ears; but both were comingtoward him, and, hugging close to the ground, he remained motionless.

  As he suspected, they did not enter the gully, but, on gaining theopposite banks, called to each other, and then turned to retrace theirsteps. Waiting until their footsteps had nearly died away, he arose andran swiftly, but without noise, up to the higher ground. He was beyondearshot before the guards again hailed each other, and within theenemy's lines.

  Unacquainted with the formation of the camp, it required some time forhim to locate the headquarters of the commander, and, when he had donethis, he was just in time to see a prisoner in the hands of four or fivesoldiers brought forth and hurried to a log hut. Keeping far enough fromthe squad to remain unnoticed, yet near enough to hear the conversation,he learned beyond all doubt that the arrested man was his chief.

  The arrest of the young scout, and the reason for it, soon became knownin that part of the encampment, and created no little excitement. It wasdiscussed in tents and barracks, and even at the guard-house, thereforeit became easy for the lad to ascertain two facts without in any wayattracting attention to himself. He learned that his friend was to betried the next morning as a spy, and that the general opinion was thetrial would be but a form; the condemnation and execution certain.

  Perhaps this fact prevented the soldiers from taking the punishment ofthe prisoner into their own hands. Dan, hearing their comments, realizedthey were thoroughly angered with the lad who had so completelyhoodwinked officers and men for weeks, thwarting their purposes andoverwhelming them with misfortunes. But what seemed to anger them morethan all, was the identity of the lad.

  "To think that that rebel general sent his own son into the tent of ourcommander, and knew all about his plans before we did, is enough to makethe pope swear," Captain Howell said to a group of officers. "I don'tforget that the young rascal twice pulled wool over my eyes, and I'dlike the privilege of putting the rope around his neck."

  Private as well as officer seemed to entertain much the same ill-willtoward the prisoner, and it was evident nothing save the assurance thathe was to be summarily dealt with, kept them from taking his life.

  After the excitement had subsided somewhat, and the encampment wascomparatively quiet, young Cushing made as careful an examination of thebuilding in which his chief was confined as he could and escape thenotice of the sentinels. The conclusion arrived at, was he could donothing immediately to secure the release of his comrade.

  "I might slip back to camp an' let the general know how things aregoin'," he said to himself. "He may think of some way to help Philipthat don't come into this head of mine."

  He gained the ravine and was nearly across, when he heard a sentinelcry:

  "Who are you down there? Speak, or I will fire."

  He neither spoke nor stirred.

  Bang! went the gun, and the ball whistled so near his head he could nothelp dodging. Fortunately he made no sound, but remained quietly wherehe was.

  Then came rapid footsteps toward the edge of the opposite bank, and thepicket there called out:

  "What is it, Spencer?"

  "I heard some one in the gully, and as he didn't answer my challenge, Ifired," was the explanation.

  At that moment the captain of the guard, followed by a squad of men,came running up.

  "Why did you fire?" he asked.

  Spencer told him.

  "We'll start the fellow out," the officer said, and, turning to his men,he ordered them to fire a volley into the ravine.

  They obeyed; but centered their fire on a spot several yards beyond thelad, and he was not injured. The bullets dislodged some animal, however,that ran up the opposite bank, and, scudding by the sentinel on thatside, disappeared in the bushes beyond.

  "It was a fox," he cried. "Spencer mistook a fox for a man. Ha! ha!" andthe officer laughed loudly.

  The men on the other bank joined in the mirth.

  "I don't care," Spencer declared. "It shows I was looking out so sharplythat even a fox could not escape me."

  The laugh subsided; the squad returned to their stations; and thepickets resumed their beat.

  As soon as they had departed Dan hurried on, and in a few minutes gainedthe road leading to Bemis Heights. Down this he ran until halted bythree hoots of an owl, twice repeated. Stopping suddenly, he gave thesame cry, and after a few seconds Late and Joe came out from the forest.

  "We are glad to find you at last," they said. "We have been looking foryou half the night."

  "I'm glad to run in with you," he declared, without asking why they werethere. "Joe, will you go back to the fort an' tell General Schuyler thatour Ira has been arrested. The Britishers have found out who he is, an'to-morrow mornin' he'll probably be condemned an' hanged. Whatever we domust be done quickly. Late, come with me. We won't give up hope ofrescuin' him till we have to."

  In another moment they had separated, Joe hastening to the general withhis sad tidings, and Dan and Late hurrying back toward the British camp.Before gaining the ravine Dan explained how he had entered the enemy'slines earlier in the night, and how he hoped to return.

  "We shall have to move along slow an' quiet like," he added; "but Ibelieve it can be done."

  He was correct, and a half-hour later he and his comrade emerged fromthe ravine within the British lines. To gain the hut in which theirfriend was imprisoned was not difficult; but they decided it unwise torun the risk of being found when dawn came, therefore the lads lookedabout for a hiding-place. Attracted by the lean-to at the rear of thebarracks they crept into it.

  In this place of concealment they heard enough of the soldiers'conversation to learn the result of Phillip's trial, and knew there wereyet twenty-four hours before he would be executed.

  "We may be able to do a good bit in that time," Dan whispered to Late.

  They learned also, in the same way, that the prisoner had been broughtto the barracks and put in solitary confinement in one of its upperrooms. They also saw David Daggett prowling about the building; but didnot know of his visit upstairs, or of the secret resolve he had made.

  It was nearly dusk when two soldiers met near the door of the lean-to.One said to the other:

  "Have you heard the latest news about the spy?"

  "No," replied the other. "What is it?"

  "A messenger came from the rebel camp under a flag of truce," the firstexplained, "and wanted to make an exchange. They offered four men--acolonel, two captains, and a lieutenant--for him."

  "What did our general say?" the other soldier asked.

  "He said: 'Go back and tell your commander I would not exchange him foryour whole army.'"

  "Good! I reckon the rebels will understand now that the young rascalmust pay the penalty for his misdeeds." Then they passed out of hearing.

  "It means that you and I have got to do something," Dan said to hiscomrade in a low tone.

  "What?" asked Late.

  "I have an idee," was the answer, "but will wait a little later to seewhether 'twill work."

  An hour or two passed. Then Dan whispered: "Come, Late," and he led theway out of the building.

  Going around to the rear end, he said in the same low tone:
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  "Boost me."

  That edge of the roof was not more than five feet from the ground, and,catching hold of it, the lad waited for his companion to lift him up. Inanother instant he was on top the shed.

  "Give me your hands, Late," he said in a hoarse whisper, and soon thetwo were on the roof.

  Lying at full length, the lads listened anxiously for any sound whichmight betoken that their movements had been seen. Ten minutes passed,and then they arose on all fours, creeping up the slanting roof to whereit joined the main building.

  Just above their heads was an open window. Rising to their knees theypeeped in, only to find themselves looking into a small, unoccupiedroom. Laying his hand upon his comrade in token that he was to follow,Dan stepped into the chamber, Late joining him a moment later.

  There was no furniture in the room. The young scouts stretchedthemselves out on the bare floor, and again waited. During a long timethere was coming and going about the barracks; then loud conversationbelow; but at length all was silent.

  Dan went cautiously to the door. Lifting the latch slowly, he pulled,and without further effort on his part the door swung open a few inches.Through the narrow crevice the lad gazed. He could see little; but thelow tread of the sentinel outside of the prisoner's door reached hisears. Evidently a long passage was before him, and the soldier was atthe farther end.

  Turning to his companion, Dan whispered in his ear, and then both,removing their boots, went softly out into the hall. Inch by inch theyadvanced until within a few feet of the guard.

  Here they waited until he, in his efforts to keep awake, came down thepassage toward them. In another moment they had seized him as previouslyplanned, one by the feet, and the other by the throat.

  There was a struggle; but it was brief and noiseless, for while one ladchoked the fellow, the other lifted him from the floor. Fortunately hewas not heavy, and could be easily subdued. When the Britisher had beenrendered helpless Late took him in charge, while Dan examined the doorof the room in which was the prisoner.

  He could hardly believe his good fortune when he found the fastening tobe only a piece of iron thrust through the handle of the latch. Pullingout the bar, he opened the door and entered. On a narrow bed against theopposite wall the young lieutenant was quietly sleeping, but with thefirst movement of his rescuer he was aroused, asking:

  "Who is it?"

  "Hush!" was the cautious reply. "Late and me have overpowered the guard.Wait until we put him in your bed. Then we'll be off."

  The lad went back to his comrade, and together they carried the soldier,still unconscious because of having been choked so severely, into thechamber. The lieutenant helped them bind the Britisher's hands and feet,and to muffle his mouth so that he could not cry out. Then all threeleft the room, fastening the door behind them. Down the hall, into thelittle room at its rear, and out of the window upon the roof of thelean-to they went cautiously.

  At this moment they heard footsteps not far away, and laid down on theslanting roof. The intruder evidently crawled into the shed, and,believing he had gone there for the night, the fugitives slipped down tothe lower edge of the building, when, swinging themselves to the ground,they made off through the darkness.

  The young scouts were at the mouth of the ravine when the cry of firestartled them. Looking back they saw that the lean-to they had just leftwas in flames.

  During a moment they silently gazed at the burning building, and thenDan said:

  "The whole barracks will go."

  "I hope that guard may get out," Late added.

  "The fellow we heard crawling into the shed set fire to it, and I'lltell you who he was," Philip said solemnly.

  "Who?" Dan asked.

  "David Daggett," the lieutenant replied, and then told of the old man'svisit and his wish that he might be burned at the stake.

  "We saw him prowlin' 'round the lean-to in the afternoon," Danexplained, "an' that's what he was plannin' for. You've hit the nail onthe head, Ira--I mean Phil--this time."

  The rescued lad laughed.

  "No more 'Ira,' please. It is 'Phil' for you always. I shall neverforget this night's work of yours, nor will my father and mother," andhis voice grew tremulous as he pronounced the last word.

  Then they continued the flight. Possibly the glare of the fire throughthe trees chained the attention of the guards. At least, they gave nospecial heed to what was going on in the ravine below them, and thefugitives passed through it unchallenged. Once outside it was onlynecessary to walk rapidly for an hour, and they had arrived at theContinental camp.

  General Schuyler met his son as one come from the dead, while Joe'sdelight knew no bounds.

  "I only wish I could have been thar to help in the rescue," he said overand over again.

  Even General Gates, when introduced to the young lieutenant,congratulated him on his escape, and said:

  "I did not understand that the young Tory was held to secure yoursafety. Had I known it, he would not have been allowed to go free."

  Early next day it became evident that General Burgoyne was preparing forsome desperate move. Before night he had advanced his lines within twomiles of the Continentals, and the skirmishing parties sent out from theentrenchments of the latter reported that the British forces wereresting on their guns.

  "It means that on the morrow he will attempt to force his way toAlbany," General Schuyler said to General Gates.

  "Well, if you really think so," the officer replied indifferently, "youmay notify my subordinates to stand ready to stop him," and at an earlyhour he sought his bed.

  Not another officer closed his eyes that night, and when the memorablenineteenth day of September dawned it found the rival hosts confrontingeach other.

  The main body of the Continentals was on the right under GeneralLincoln; the left under Poor; the center was mainly made up of Learned'sbrigade. Morgan's riflemen and Dearborn's infantry stood under Arnold,who had returned from Fort Stanwix, on the heights, nearly a mile fromthe river.

  At ten o'clock General Burgoyne advanced his army in three columns; theleft consisting of artillery under General Phillips, and Hessians underGeneral Riedesel; the center and right were commanded by Burgoynehimself, but covered by General Fraser and Colonel Breyman. TheCanadians and Indians were sent forward to occupy the Continentals infront.

  No order came from General Gates for his forces to advance, and ColonelArnold, growing desperate, rode off to the commander's tent urging himto allow the troops to engage the enemy, until he finally gave ordersfor the Indians to be driven back.

  Taking this as permission for a general charge, the Continentals rushedlike a mountain torrent upon the foe. Arnold, with Morgan's assistance,held Fraser while he was endeavoring to reach the American rear. Herethe fighting became desperate, but the patriots, encountering theBritish under Burgoyne, and played on by Phillips's guns, were, at threeo'clock, forced back into line. For four or five hours Colonel Arnoldhad maintained the fight with the choicest English regiments. A lull nowoccurred during which both armies drew breath.

  "It's been tough work, lieutenant," Dan Cushing said to Philip Schuyler,as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

  "Yes," the lad replied, "an' our comrades are all right. When thefightin' ceased they went down into the ravine for a drink of water.They'll be back 'fore the lull is over."

  "They will have to hurry then, for the red-coats are coming again."

  "And here are the boys," was the laughing reply as the lads arrived.

  The Continentals kept within their camp until their foes were close uponthem, then, springing out, drove them back to the position they hadoccupied earlier in the day.

  It was, however, not an easy task, and night came by the time it wasaccomplished, putting an end to the conflict. The Continentals withdrewto their entrenchments; the British lay on the battlefield. Both partiesclaimed the victory; but the British had failed to force their way toAlbany, while the Americans held their ground. It was, therefore, adrawn battle, in
which the losses of the Yankees were less than threehundred, while those of the king's troops were more than five hundred.