Although there were no lights to be seen from
the outside, the boys soon learned that the inmates
of the dwelling were not asleep, for in response to
Jacob's vigorous knocking the door was opened
after a delay of only a few seconds, and a voice
asked:
"What do you want?"
The speaker had brought no light with him, and,
shrouded in the dense darkness of the hallway, it
was impossible for the boys to distinguish even the
form of their host. As a matter of fact, it was only
owing to the tone of his voice that they understood
a man was before them.
"We want shelter till morning; some food if you
can give it to us without too much trouble, and are
willing to pay for all we receive," Jacob replied
promptly.
"Who are you? Where did you come from?"
"I am Jacob Ludwick—"
"Chris, the baker's son, eh?"
"Yes, sir," and Master Ludwick was proud, rather
than displeased, that his identity should be known.
"What are you doing here?"
"We're on our way to Mount Holly."
"Why don't you keep on to the town?"
"We thought it would be safer to wait until
morning, because the Britishers may be near there
by this time."
Both Seth and Enoch pressed nearer their comrade
to warn him against being too free with
details regarding himself; but he did not understand
the movement.
It was as if he believed all the people in the
country round about Philadelphia were friends to
the cause, and he was perfectly willing to give any
information desired.
"How near are your troops?"
"They must be at least ten miles back," Jacob replied,
and again his comrades pressed closer to him,
while this time Seth whispered:
"Be careful what you say!"
"You can come in," the man said after a brief
pause, "and I'll see if it is possible to give you
lodgings. Wait here until I get a candle," he
added as the boys entered the hall, and the outer
door was closed and barred.
The sound of footsteps told that their host had
gone in search of a light, and Seth took advantage
of the opportunity to say in a low tone:
"You had no right to answer his questions, Jacob.
How do you know but that he may be a Tory?"
"It isn't likely."
"Why not? There are as many in Jersey as in
Pennsylvania, and you have told him where our
troops are."
Jacob made no reply. He now understood how
reckless he had been, and was chagrined at the idea
of making a grievous mistake almost before they
had begun their work.
"There is no reason why you should feel badly
about it now," Enoch said, understanding the cause
of his friend's silence. "We can look out for ourselves,
I reckon, and there has been no real harm
done even though he carried the information you
gave him directly to General Clinton, for it isn't
likely General Dickinson fancies he can keep his
whereabouts a secret."
"Still I ought to have been more careful," Jacob
replied penitently. "I should—"
The door at the extreme end of the hall was
opened, and the man entered, holding a candle in
his hand.
"I will show you to a room where you can remain
until morning, and afterward bring you some food.
Follow me," and he ascended the stairs which led
out of the hall. "These are troublesome times, and
one should be cautious about letting strangers into
his house; but I don't fancy you three boys are disposed
to do mischief."
"Indeed we're not," Seth replied. "We simply
want a place in which to sleep, and shall go away
very early in the morning. Perhaps it is too much
to ask that you bring the food to our room?"
"Oh, no; I would have invited you into the
kitchen, but we have sickness in the house, and it
isn't well there should be any noise. Are the Continentals
coming this way?"
"I don't know."
"But you have just left them."
"We have come from where the troops were,"
Seth replied cautiously.
"And don't belong to the army?"
Seth hesitated sufficiently long for the most
obtuse to have understood that he was about to
equivocate, and then said:
"If we were soldiers we should be in uniform,
and wouldn't ask for lodgings."
"Exactly; I see," the man replied with a curious
smile, and continued on up the second flight of
stairs into what was evidently the attic of the house.
On this floor was a long, narrow passage with
doors opening from either side; but the host did
not pause until arriving at the extreme end, when
he ushered them into a small apartment, saying as
he did so:
"This is the only room we have empty to-night;
but so long as the bed is rest-inviting I suppose it
will answer your purpose. I'll bring the food at
once."
Placing the candle on the rude table, the host left
the room, and the boys listened until from the
sound of his footsteps they knew he had traversed
the passage, and was descending the stairs.
"He has taken precious good care we shall be
well out of the way," Seth said thoughtfully as he
looked around the apartment, in which was a low
trundle-bed covered with the coarsest of clothing, a
small, rude table on which the candle had been
placed, and one stool.
There were no windows in the room, and the door
was formed of heavy planks, bolted rather than
nailed together.
"He said some one in the house was sick, and
most likely we have been brought up here for fear
we might make a noise," Enoch suggested.
Seth opened the door cautiously, and holding the
candle high above his head, looked out.
A heavy iron socket on either side and a third
upon the door itself, with a stout oaken bar lying
on the floor of the hallway near by, told that this
particular apartment could be fastened very
securely.
"What is the meaning of all this?" Jacob asked
in dismay.
"It looks as if some one had been here who wasn't
allowed to come out except at the pleasure of the
master of the house," Enoch replied doubtfully, and
an expression of fear came over Jacob's face.
"I don't think we had better stop in this place,"
Master Ludwick said decidedly. "I was such an
idiot as to tell him who we are, and in case this
happens to be a Tory dwelling, we may have
trouble."
"It doesn't seem just right to walk out simply because
we have seen that the door can be barred from
the outside," Seth replied slowly.
"But you noticed how anxious the man was to
learn about our troops?"
"So would anybody be, whether Whig or Tory,
knowing that there is probably an army on either
side of him."
"I think we had better leave while we've got the
chance," Jacob said in something very like fear.
"There is no need of taking any risks, and I am
certain there must be other vacant rooms in the
house besides this one. Let us go downstairs
softly, and, if possible, get out of doors without
making a noise."
At that instant, as if to show the boys it was too
late for them to retreat, the sound of footsteps was
heard once more, and a moment later the master of
the house, or he who acted in that capacity, entered
the room bearing a generous supply of provisions
and a jug of water.
"Here is the best I can do for you, lads," he said
in a kindly tone, placing his burden on the table.
"If you are hungry this won't come amiss, and in
case your appetites are not keen, there will be no
harm in allowing the food to remain untouched.
Shall I call you in the morning?"
"We would like to leave here by daylight, sir,
and will thank you for awakening us in case we
oversleep."
Then the host left the room with a cheery "good-night,"
and the boys gazed at each other until a
smile overspread the faces of all.
"I allow we were more scared than hurt," Jacob
said in a tone of relief. "He has done what we
asked, and in a very friendly fashion. If it hadn't
been for the bar that can be fitted on the door, I
never should have thought anything might be
wrong."
Seth held up his hand to demand silence, and the
three could hear the footsteps of their host as he
went through the passage.
Enoch, who had not tasted of food since noon,
and whose appetite was keen owing to the long ride
and yet longer walk, began an attack upon the
vegetables, in which he was soon joined by his comrades.
A very satisfactory meal did the three make, and
as hunger was appeased their suspicions sank at
rest, until, when the repast was ended, there remained
no thought in the mind of either that
harm could be intended.
"It is time we went to bed if we count on getting
any sleep to-night," Seth said as he began to make
his preparations for retiring. "Judging from the
looks of the lights, we are within half a mile of
Mount Holly, and should be able to get there before
many people are stirring. Say, push open that
door, will you, Enoch? We must have fresh air in
some way and that seems to be the only chance, since
there is no window."
Enoch took hold of the latch carelessly, and then
with more determination, as the door failed to open.
"What is the matter?" Jacob asked, noting the
look of fear on his comrade's face, and advancing
until his hand also was on the latch. "Why, it's
locked!"
"That was the way it seemed to me," Enoch replied,
displaying considerably less agitation than did
Jacob, and Seth turned sharply around to look into
the faces of the two at the door.
"Yes, it is locked," Enoch continued quietly as if
in reply to Seth's question. "We had good reason
to be suspicious when we saw that bar on the outside,
and knew there were no windows."
"But what is the meaning of it?" Jacob cried
sharply.
"It means that we are in the house of a Tory,
who, knowing we have come from General Dickinson's
force, and making a very good guess as to our
business, proposes to keep us here until our report
will be of but little value."
"He wouldn't dare do such a thing," Jacob cried
angrily. "When it is known that he has made
prisoners of messengers sent from General Dickinson
the soldiers will tear his house down about his
ears."
"It may be he intends to join the Britishers as
they come along, in which case he wouldn't be the
first Tory to leave home rather than submit to
American rule."
Seth, having ascertained beyond a doubt that they
were locked into the room, was at once plunged in
deep thought, and, observing this, Jacob asked
quickly, almost angrily:
"What do you think about it? Are you going
to stay here without making any fight to get
out?"
"I don't believe we should accomplish very
much, however hard we might fight, unless we can
devise some better plan of operations than that of
attempting to batter the door down," Seth replied
quietly. "And as to what I think about it, I have
already said. Of course the man who owns the
house is a Tory who counts on helping the Britishers
by preventing us to return with the report to
General Dickinson."
"And you are willing to stay here quietly?"
"I can't say I am willing."
"But you don't seem likely to do anything toward
helping yourself and us," and now Master
Ludwick displayed unmistakable signs of temper.
"I'll show that old Tory what it means to play such
a trick on members of the army!"
He was so enraged that he failed to realize how
useless would be his efforts; but seizing the stool,
began to batter upon the heavy door with all his
strength, continuing at this vain work until he was
absolutely exhausted.
Then he threw himself upon the bed, still literally
beside himself with rage, and Enoch said soothingly:
"There's no use flying into a passion, Jacob, for
that won't help us in any way."
"I have let that miserable Tory know we understand
how he has tricked us."
"Yes, and put him on his guard. Until you did
that he might have supposed we were ignorant
that the door was locked, and would have rested
contentedly. Now he understands exactly how we
are feeling, and will be on the alert to prevent an
escape."
"It is not necessary for him to watch out very
sharp, for we can't accomplish anything more than
I have done already."
"And that is simply to dent the door, and splinter
the stool."
"Well, what better can you do?" and Jacob
leaped to his feet as if ready for a pitched battle.
"That's what I can't say. Very likely I shall do
no more—I certainly can't do any less."
"Now look here, fellows, what's the sense of
quarreling?" Seth asked. "We're prisoners; came
into this trap of our own free will, and one is no
more to blame than another. It strikes me our best
plan is to be at least friendly among ourselves, for
ill-temper won't weaken the door, or show us the
way out."
"I am not angry, nor haven't been," Enoch replied.
"When Jacob was so foolish I simply answered his
questions, that is all."
Master Ludwick made no reply. He realized that,
although his companions were careful not to accuse
him, there was more reason why he should be blamed
than either of his comrades, since he it was who had
supplied the master of the house with such information
as was desired.
Jacob was not willing to confess he had been
careless, and seemed angry because his comrades
refrained from mentioning the fact. He threw himself
once more upon the bed in a sulky fashion, while
Seth and Enoch, the latter holding the candle,
walked slowly around the apartment, examining
every portion of the walls.
"It doesn't seem as if we could work our way out
of here," Seth said when the examination was concluded,
and nothing had met their gaze but the unbroken
partitions of heavy boards.
"This room must be directly at the end of the
house," Enoch said half to himself.
"I reckon there can be no question about that."
"Do you suppose it would be possible to cut our
way through with knives? I have a stout one in
my pocket."
"We might, in time, if no one molested us, but it
is terrible to think we might be forced to remain
here so long."
"It is evident we shan't get out very soon," Enoch
said after a pause. "I propose that we try to get
some sleep. I was awake nearly all last night, and
have had a hard day's work. We won't gain anything
by tearing around just now, and a night's rest
may put us in better shape for thinking."
"It doesn't seem as if there was anything else to
do," Seth replied, and immediately laid down on
the bed by the side of Jacob, Enoch following his
example.
Despite the gravity of their situation, all three of
the boys were soon wrapped in the unconsciousness
of slumber, nor did they awaken until the closing
of the door brought them to a sitting posture very
suddenly.
"Some one has been in here!" Jacob exclaimed
as he leaped to his feet, and seized the latch.
The door was fastened as securely as before.
The darkness was profound, and for some moments
the boys were at a loss to understand it until Enoch
said with a mirthless laugh:
"The candle has burned up, that's all. We should
have blown it out before we went to sleep."
"How much good would that have done us?" Seth
asked grimly. "We have got neither flint nor
steel with which to light it again."
"I thought last night that we were about as bad
off as possible; but this being forced to remain in
darkness seems to make matters worse."
Groping around to learn the reason for the visit,
Enoch ascertained that a supply of food and water
had been left on the table, and he said, as he mentioned
this fact to his comrades:
"Here is evidence that we are to be kept prisoners
until it is no longer possible to gain any information
concerning the movements of the Britishers. It
must be morning, even though it's dark, for I don't
think the Tory would have paid us a second visit
during the night."
Jacob appeared to have recovered from the fit of
ill-temper which had assailed him, and now said as
he examined the supply of provisions:
"If it is morning we may as well have breakfast.
I wish one of us had a watch so we could have some
idea of time, for we shan't see daylight while we
are cooped up here."
Seth was in as despondent a mood as a boy well
can be, when he arose from the bed to act upon
his companion's suggestion; but each was careful
not to let the others understand how hopeless
seemed the situation in this first moment of awakening.
Neither of the prisoners ate with much relish,
and the meal was quickly finished.
Then each gave himself up to his own gloomy reflections,
and after remaining silent nearly half an
hour, Enoch said sharply:
"Look here, boys, it doesn't seem possible that
we can get out of this place unaided; but at the
same time we shall all feel better if we are doing
something, instead of mooning like this. Now
let's decide upon a plan and go to work."
"I am willing to begin any job, however hopeless
it seems, rather than remain idle," Seth replied
promptly. "Do you still think there is a
chance of cutting our way through the end of the
house?"
"No; that now seems to me less likely than a
good many other plans. Why not try to raise
some of the flooring?"
"But suppose you succeed?" Jacob asked. "You
wouldn't be out of the house."
"True, and we should still be inside if we were
in the hallway; yet I had a good deal rather be
there than locked up here. I'm willing to attempt
anything. There is little hope of our succeeding;
but at the same time it is better to make some
effort."
"One plan is as good as another," Seth said after
a brief pause. "Tell us what you want to do,
Enoch, and Jacob and I will assist to the best of
our ability."
"We all have knives, and plenty of time. Now,
suppose we cut through one of the boards of the
floor, at a sufficient distance from the end to avoid
striking the joist, and we should be able to pull it
up once it has been separated."
"But that is a job on which only one can work."
"We will make two divisions. I'll work near
the wall, while one of you begin three feet away
from me," Enoch said as he went toward the side
of the room. "I can feel the nails here, and will
allow that the joist extends two or three inches
beyond them. Hunt for the second row of nails,
and set about cutting. It is lucky we've all got
knives."
Five minutes later Enoch and Seth were busily
engaged in the task, while Jacob stood ready to
"spell" the first who should grow weary.
The boards were planed, and, as nearly as could
be judged, were of ordinary thickness.
"It is pine wood, that's one satisfaction," Enoch
said cheerily, "and it shouldn't take long to lift one
piece. Then we shall have something to serve as a
lever, if we want to rip out more of the flooring."
"That part of it is true enough; but even when
we have taken up as much as necessary, we are
about the same distance from the open air," Jacob
added. "What is your plan if we succeed in this
work?"
"I am willing, if you fellows will back me, to
break through the plastering, for of course we shall
come upon the ceiling of the room below, and then
jump down, ready to fight our way out."
"We shan't be able to do a great deal of fighting
without weapons."
"By pulling the bed apart we can get what will
answer as clubs, and unless there are a number of
men in the house we ought to accomplish something."
"It is a bold scheme," Seth replied; "but I am
not certain there isn't a fair chance for success in it."
"Unless the man of the house is well supplied
with weapons, in which case our clubs would
amount to very little."
"We'll do the best we can, and not discuss as to
how we may be stopped. It was agreed when we
began that this was to be done only for the purpose
of helping pass the time."
Enoch's cheerfulness had a beneficial effect upon
his companions, and during the next hour Jacob
refrained from suggesting difficulties which might
be encountered.
Then came the time when one end of the board
was severed, it having been literally whittled apart.
It was Enoch who first accomplished his portion
of the task, and Seth had so nearly finished that by
bending this particular piece downward it was
readily broken off.
Reaching through into the aperture, and exploring
by sense of touch, Enoch announced that there was
probably nothing between them and the apartment
below save narrow strips of inch-thick lumber and
plaster.
"By taking up one more board we shall have
space enough, and I think it will be best to use this
piece to pry the other out."
Owing to the woodwork at the side of the room
this plan was found to be impracticable, and once
more Enoch went to work with his knife.
Not until another hour had passed was the task
finished, and then, regardless of the noise, the boys
pried the board from its place.
When this had been done they waited in silence
several moments, to ascertain if an alarm had been
given, and, hearing nothing, Enoch set about dismantling
the bed in order to get possession of the
posts as weapons.
This was neither a difficult nor a lengthy task,
and when he had given each of his comrades a stout
oaken timber, from three to four feet in length, he
exclaimed:
"Now we are ready, boys! Once we begin there
must be no delay. Punch a hole through the ceiling,
and then we'll drop down regardless of what
may happen, fighting our best when we are once
where anything of that kind is possible."