“No more dashing, I’ll wager, than some of ours,” said Elizabeth, whose mood for the moment permitted her to talk with reason and moderation; “not even counting the Germans. And as for leaders, what do you say to Simcoe, of the Queen’s Rangers, or Emmerick, or Tarleton, or”—turning to Colden—“your cousin James De Lancey, of this county, major?”
The major, notwithstanding his Toryism, did not enter with enthusiasm into Elizabeth’s admiration for these brave young cavalry leaders. Staten Island and East New Jersey had not offered him as great opportunities for distinction as they had had. It was, therefore, Miss Sally who next spoke.
“Well, Heaven knows there are enough on either side to devastate the land and rob us of comfort and peace. One wakes in the middle of the night, at the clatter of horses riding by like the wind, and wonders whether it’s friend or foe, and trembles till they’re out of hearing, for fear the door is to be broken in or the house fired. And the sound of shots 62 in the night, and the distant glare of flames when some poor farmer’s home is burned over his head!”
“Ay,” added Mr. Valentine, “and all the cattle and crops go to the foragers, so it’s no use raising any more than you can hide away for your own larder.”
Elizabeth was beginning to be bored, and saw nothing to gain from a continuation of these recitals. Doubtless, by this time, her room was lighted and warm. So, thoughtless of Colden, she mounted the first step of the stairway, and said:
“I have no doubt Williams has contrived to hide away enough provisions for our use. So I sha’n’t suffer from hunger, and as for Lee’s Light Horse, I defy them and all other rebels. Come, aunt Sally!”
She had ascended as far as to the fourth step of the stairway, and Miss Sally was about to follow, when there was heard, above the wind’s moaning, another sound of galloping horses. Like the previous similar sound, it came from the north.
Elizabeth stopped and stood on the fourth step. Miss Sally raised her finger to bid silence. Colden’s attitude became one of anxious attention, while he dropped his hat on the settle and drew his cloak close about him, so that it concealed his uniform, sword, and pistol. The galloping continued.
When time came for it to turn off eastward, as it 63 would do should the riders take the road to Mile Square, it did not so. Instead, as the sound unmistakably indicated, it came on down the post-road.
“Hessians, perhaps!” Miss Sally whispered.