Two strange things happened. The big, grinning corporal escaped from captivity the same night, and McGilveray, as a non-com said, “Got shameful drunk.” This is one explanation of the two things. McGilveray had assisted the grinning corporal to escape. The other explanation belongs to the end of the story. In any case, McGilveray “got shameful drunk,” and “was going large” through the camp. The end of it was his arrest for assisting a prisoner to escape and for being drunk and disorderly. The band of Anstruther’s regiment boarded H.M.S. Leostaf without him, to proceed up the river stealthily with the rest of the fleet to Cap Rouge, from whence the last great effort of the heroic Wolfe to effect a landing was to be made. McGilveray, still intoxicated but intelligent, watched them go in silence.
As General Wolfe was about to enter the boat which was to convey him to the flag-ship, he saw McGilveray, who was waiting under guard to be taken to Major Hardy’s post at Point Levis. The General knew him well, and looked at him half sadly, half sternly.
“I knew you were free with drink, McGilveray,” he said, “but I did not think you were a traitor to your country too.”
McGilveray saluted, and did not answer.
“You might have waited till after to-morrow, man,” said the General, his eyes flashing. “My soldiers should have good music to-morrow.”
McGilveray saluted again, but made no answer.
As if with a sudden thought the General waved off the officers and men near him, and betkcned McGilveray to him.
“I can understand the drink in a bad soldier,” he said, “but you helped a prisoner to escape. Come, man, we may both be dead to-morrow, and I’d like to feel that no soldier in my army is wilfully a foe of his country.”
“He did the same for me, whin I was taken prisoner, yer Excillincy, an’—an’, yer Excillincy, ‘twas a matter of a woman, too.”
The General’s face relaxed a little. “Tell me the whole truth,” said he; and McGilveray told him all. “Ah, yer Excillincy,” he burst out, at last, “I was no traitor at heart, but a fool I always was! Yer Excillincy, court-martial and death’s no matter to me; but I’d like to play wan toon agin, to lead the byes tomorrow. Wan toon, Gineral, an’ I’ll be dacintly shot before the day’s over-ah, yer Excillincy, wan toon more, and to be wid the byes followin’ the Gineral!”