CHAPTER VII
HOW LONGSWORD STRUCK HOME
Shortly after daybreak next morning John Paul Jones left the Ranger in charge of his first officer, who had come on board; and then he and Ethan and Longsword took horse and started upon the road to Paris.
“The French seem hungry for news,” said Captain Jones, as they rode along.
“I suppose the British ministry has received tidings of Burgoyne’s disaster before this,” said Ethan. “It will set them in a panic when it does come, anyway, and they’ll be ready to grant some concessions, I dare say.”
“Nothing succeeds like success,” remarked the captain of the Ranger. “For a nation to be free she must first be strong and show a disposition to use her strength.”
“I don’t think,” spoke the boy shrewdly, “that this turn of affairs will hurt the hoped-for alliance with France. I fancy that France has held off as much through desire not to commit herself as anything else. The loss of the great colonies across the sea would weaken England; and France wants her weakened. Rather than see a peace made with the states still as colonies and a source of strength to her foe, France will cast her sword into the scale and it will be in our favor.”
“A good thought,” smiled the captain. “You have not sat at the feet of Mr. Jefferson for nothing, I see.”
“Mr. Jefferson is a great man,” replied Ethan.
“A very great man,” returned John Paul Jones. “It takes a crisis like this present one to bring out the quality of a people; and then the temper of a few is bound to ring true.”
The horses upon which they were mounted were good ones and they put the miles behind them rapidly.