“They’ll come down into the open before it’s dark,” he said quietly, “and when they do that, we’ll have ‘em. They’ve no chance to ambush in the cane-fields now. We’ll get them in the open, and wipe them out. Don’t look round. Keep steady, and we’ll ride a little more quickly soon.”
A little later they cantered to the front door of the Salem homestead.
The first face they saw there was that of Darius Boland. It had a look of trouble. Dyck explained. “We thought you might not have heard of the rise of the Maroons. We have no ladies at Enniskillen. We prepared, and we’re safe enough there, as things are. Your ladies must go at once to Spanish Town, unless—”
“Unless they stay here! Well, they would not be unwise, for though the slaves under the old management might have joined the Maroons, they will not do so now. We have got them that far. But, Mr. Calhoun, the ladies aren’t here. They rode away into the hills this morning, and they’ve not come back.
“I was just sending a search party for them. I did not know of the rise of the Maroons.”
“In what direction did they go?” asked Dyck with anxiety, though his tone was even.
Darius Boland pointed. “They went slightly northwest, and if they go as I think they meant to do, they would come back the way you came in.”
“They were armed?” Dyck asked sharply.
“Yes, they were armed,” was the reply. “Miss Llyn had a small pistol. She learned to carry one in Virginia, and she has done so ever since we came here.”
“Listen, Boland,” said Dyck with anxiety. “Up there in the hills by which we came are Maroons hidden, and they will invade this place to-night. We were ready to fight them, of course, as we came, but it’s a risky business, and we wanted to get them all if possible. We couldn’t if we had charged them there, for they were well-ambushed. My idea was to let them get into the open between there and here, and catch them as they came. It would save our own men, and it would probably do for them. If Mrs. and Miss Llyn come back that way, they will be in greater danger than were we, for the Maroons were coming here to capture the ladies and hold them as hostages; and they would not let them pass. In any case, the risk is immense. The ladies must be got to Spanish Town, for the Maroons are desperate. They know we have no ships of the navy here now, and they rely on their raiding powers and the governor’s weakness. They have placed their men in every part of the middle and western country, and they came upon my place last evening and were defeated. Several were killed and one taken prisoner. They can’t be marched upon like an army. Their powers of ambush are too great. They must be run down by bloodhounds. It’s the only way.”