"Never, while thou art to be found in the ranks of rebellion!" cried the Colonel. "Oh! boy, boy! how I could have loved and cherished thee, if the skill and knowledge obtained in the service of thy Prince, were now devoted to the maintenance of his unalienable rights! I loved thy father, worthy Hugh, even as I loved my own brother Harry." "And his son should still be dear to you," interrupted Griffith, taking the reluctant hand of the Colonel into both his own. "Ah! Edward, Edward!" continued the softened veteran, "how many of my day-dreams have been destroyed by thy perversity! nay, I know not that Kit, discreet and loyal as he is, could have found such favour in my eyes as thy-" self; there is a cast of thy father, in that face and smile, Ned, that might have won me to any thing short of treason-and then Cicily, provoking, tender, mutinous, kind, affectionate, good Cicily, would have been a link to unite us for ever." The youth cast a hasty glance at the deliberate Borroughcliffe, who, if he had obeyed the impatient expression of his eye, would have followed the party that was slowly bearing the wounded towards the Abbey, before he yielded to his feelings, and answered "Nay, sir; let this then be the termination of our misunderstanding-your lovely niece shall be that link, and you shall be to me as your friend Hugh would have been had he lived, and to Cecilia twice a parent." "Boy, boy," said the veteran, averting his face to conceal the working of his muscles, " you talk idly; my word is now plighted to my kinsman, Kit, and thy scheme is impracticable." "Nothing is impracticable, sir, to youth and enterprise, when aided by age and experience like yours," returned Griffith; "this war must soon terminate." "This war!" echoed the Colonel, shaking loose the grasp which Griffith held on his arm; "ay! what of this war, young man? Is it not an accursed attempt to deny the rights of our gracious sovereign, and to place tyrants, reared in kennels, on the throne of princes! a scheme to elevate the wicked at the expense of the good! a project to aid unrighteous ambition, under the mask of sacred liberty and the popular cry of equality as if there could be liberty without order! or equality of rights, where the privileges of the sovereign are not as sacred as those of the people!" "You judge us harshly, Colonel Howard," said Griffith "I judge you!" interrupted the old soldier, who, by this time, thought the youth resembled any one rather than his friend Hugh; "it is not my province to judge you at all; if it were! but the time will come, the time will come. I am a patient nian, and can wait the course of things; yes, yes, age cools the blood, and we learn to suppress the passions and impatience of youth; but if the ministry would issue a commission of justice for the colonies, and put the name of old George Howard in it, I am a dog, if there should be a rebel alive in twelve months. Sir," turning sternly to Borroughcliffe, "in such a cause, I could prove a Roman, and hang-hang! yes, I do think, sir, I could hang my kinsman, Mister Christopher Dillon !” "Spare the Cacique such an unnatural elevation, before his time," returned the captain, with a grave wave of the hand; "but, sir," pointing towards the wood, "there is a more befitting sub ject for the gallows! Mr. Griffith, yonder man calls himself your comrade ?" The eyes of Colonel Howard and Griffith followed the direction of his finger, and the latter instantly recognized the Pilot, standing in the skirts of the wood, with his arms folded, apparently surveying the condition of his friends. "That man," said Griffith, in confusion, and hesitating to utter even the equivocal truth that. suggested itself, "that man does not belong to our ship's company." "And yet he has been seen in your company," returned the incredulous Borroughcliffe; "he was the spokesman in last night's examination, Col. Howard, and, doubtless, commands the rear guard of the rebels." "You say true," cried the veteran; "Pompey ! Cæsar! present! fire!" The blacks started at the sudden orders of their master, of whom they stood in the deepest awe, and, presenting their muskets, they averted their faces, and shutting their eyes, obeyed the bloody mandate. "Charge!" shouted the Colonel, flourishing the ancient sword, with which he had armed himself, and pressing forward with all the activity that a recent fit of the gout would allow; "charge, and exterminate the dogs with the bayonet! push on, Pompey-dress, boys, dress." "If your friend stand this charge," said Borroughcliffe to Griffith, with unmoved composure, "his nerves are made of iron; such a charge would break the Coldstreams, with Pompey in the ranks!" "I trust in God," cried Griffith, "he will have forbearance enough to respect the weakness of Colonel Howard!-he presents a pistol !" "But he will not fire; the Romans deem it prudent to halt; nay, by heaven, they countermarch to the rear. Holla! Colonel Howard, my worthy host, fall back on your reinforcements; the wood is full of armed men; they cannot escape us; I only wait for the horse to cut off the retreat." The veteran, who had advanced to within a short distance of the single man, who thus deliberately awaited the attack, halted at this summons, and, by a glance of his eye, ascertained that he stood alone. Believing the words of Borroughcliffe to be true, he slowly retired, keeping his face manfully towards his enemy, until he gained the support of the captain. "Recall the troops, Borroughcliffe!" he cried, "and let us charge into the wood; they will fly before his majesty's arms like guilty scoundrels, as they are. As for the negroes, I'll teach the black rascals to desert their master at such a moment. They say Fear is pale, but de, Borroughcliffe, if I do not believe his skin is black." "I have seen him of all colours; blue, white, black, and party-coloured," said the captain; "I must take the command of matters on myself, however, my excellent host; let us retire into the Abbey, and trust me to cut off the remainder of the rebels.' In this arrangement, the colonel reluctantly acquiesced, and the three followed the soldier to the dwelling, at a pace that was adapted to the infirmities of its master. The excitement of the onset, and the current of his ideas, had united, however, to banish every amicable thought from the breast of the Colonel, and he entered the Abbey with a resolute determination of seeing that justice was dealt to Griffith and his companions, even though it should push them to the foot of the gallows. |