“Why do you think so?” inquired Captain Wharton, eagerly. “God send it may be true; I want their escort in again.”
“Them ten whaleboats would not move so fast unless they were better manned than common.”
“Perhaps,” cried Mr. Wharton in alarm, “they are—they are Continentals returning from the island.”
“They look like rig’lars,” said the peddler, with meaning.
“Look!” repeated the captain, “there is nothing but spots to be seen.”
Harvey, disregarding his observation, said in an undertone, “They came out before the gale—have laid on the island these two days—horse are on the road—there will soon be fighting near us.” During this speech, Birch several times glanced towards Harper, with evident uneasiness, who stood in silent contemplation[35] of the view, and seemed enjoying the change in the air. As Birch concluded, however, Harper turned to his host, and mentioned that his business would not admit of unnecessary delay; he would, therefore, avail himself of the fine evening to ride a few miles on his journey. Mr. Wharton made many professions of regret, but was too mindful of his duty not to speed the parting guest, and orders were instantly given to that effect.
Every preparation being completed, Harper proceeded to take his leave. There was a mutual exchange of polite courtesy between the host and his parting guest; but as Harper frankly offered his hand to Captain Wharton, he remarked, in a manner of great solemnity:
“The step you have undertaken is one of much danger, and disagreeable consequences to yourself may result from it; in such a case, I may have it in my power to prove the gratitude I owe your family for its kindness.”
“Surely, sir,” cried the father, “you will keep secret the discovery which your being in my house has enabled you to make?”