Chapter 2: The Chest of Drawers

It was but a fleeting glimpse that Robert had of the second man, but he believed that it was Garay. He not only looked like the spy, but he was convinced that it was really he. After the first moment or two he did not doubt his identity, and making an excuse that he wanted a little fresh air and would return in an instant he walked quickly to the door. He caught another and fugitive glimpse of two men, one tall and the other short, walking away together, and he could not doubt that they were the slaver and the spy.

Had he been alone Robert would have followed them, though he was quite certain that Garay must have had some place of sure refuge, else he would not have ventured into Albany. Even with that recourse, his act was uncommonly bold. If the slaver was daring, the spy was yet more so. There was nothing against the slaver that they could prove, but the spy put his neck in the noose.

Robert whistled softly to himself, and he was very thoughtful. Willet, Tayoga and he had been so completely victorious over Garay in the forest that perhaps he had underrated him. Maybe he was a man to be feared. His daring appearance in Albany must be fortified by supreme cunning, and his alliance with the slaver implied a plan. Robert believed that the plan, or a part of it at least, was directed against himself. Well, what if it was? He could meet it, and he was not afraid. He had overcome other perils, and he had friends, as true and steadfast as were ever held to any man by hooks of steel. His heart beat high, he was in a glow, his whole soul leaped forward to meet prospective danger.

He went back into the inn and took his seat with the others. Now it was Stuart who was talking, telling them of life in the great Southern colony and of its delights, of the big houses, of the fields of tobacco, of the horse races, of the long visits to neighbors, and how all who were anybody were related, making Virginia one huge family.

“Now Cabell and I,” he said, “belong to the same clan. My mother and his father are third cousins, which makes us fourth cousins, or fifth is it? But whether fourth or fifth, we’re cousins just the same. All the people of our blood are supposed to stand together and do stand together. Oh, it has its delights! It makes us sufficient unto ourselves! The old Dominion is a world in itself, complete in all its parts.”

“But you have to come to Philadelphia to see a great city and get a taste of metropolitan life,” said Colden.

Then a discussion, friendly but warm arose as to the respective merits of the Virginia and Pennsylvania provinces, and when it was at its height and the attention of all the others was absorbed in it, Tayoga leaned over and whispered to Robert:

“What did you see at the door, Dagaeoga?”

Robert was startled. So, the Onondago was watching, after all. He might have known that nothing would escape his attention.

“I saw Garay, the spy,” he replied in the same tone.

“And the man at the little table was the captain of the slave ship on which you were taken?”

“The same.”

“It bodes ill, Dagaeoga. You must watch.”

“I will, Tayoga.”

The crowd in the great room of the George Inn increased and the young group remained, eager to watch it. It was a reflection of life in the colonies, at the seat of conflict, and throbbing with all the emotions of a great war that enveloped nearly the whole civilized world. A burly fellow, dressed as a teamster, finally made his voice heard above the others.

“I tell you, men,” he said, “that we must give up Albany! Our army has been cut to pieces! Montcalm is advancing with twenty thousand French regulars, and swarms of Indians! They control all of Lake George as well as Champlain! Hundreds of settlers have already fallen before the tomahawk, and houses are burning along the whole border! I have it from them that have seen the fires.”

There was a sudden hush in the crowd, followed by an alarmed murmur. The man’s emphasis and his startling statements made an impression.

“Go on, Dobbs! Tell us about it!” said one.

“What do you know?” asked another.

He stood up, a great tall man with a red face.

“My cousin has been in the north,” he said, “and he’s seen rangers, some that have just escaped from the Indians, barely saving their hair. He heard from them that the King of France has sent a big army to Canada and that another just as big is on the way. It won’t be a week before you see the French flag from the hills of Albany, and wise men are already packing ready to go to New York.”

There was another alarmed hush.

“This fellow must be stopped,” said Colden. “He’ll start a panic.”

“Dagaeoga has the gift of words,” whispered a voice in Robert’s ear, “and now is the time to use it.”

Nothing more was needed. Robert was on fire instantly, and, standing upon his chair, asked for attention.

“Your pardon a moment, Mr. Dobbs,” he said, “if I interrupt you.”

“Why it’s only a boy!” a man exclaimed.

“A boy, it’s true,” said Robert, who now felt himself the center of all eyes, and who, as usual, responded with all his faculties to such an opportunity, “but I was present at the Battle of Ticonderoga, and perhaps I have a chance to correct a few errors into which our friend, Mr. Dobbs, has fallen.”

“What are those errors?” asked the man in a surly tone, not relishing his loss of the stage.

“I’ll come to them promptly,” said Robert in his mellowest tones. “They’re just trifles, Mr. Dobbs, but still trifles should be corrected. I stood with the French army in the battle, and I know something about its numbers, which are about one-sixth of what Mr. Dobbs claims them to be.”

“What were you doing with the French?”

“I happened to be a prisoner, Mr. Dobbs. I escaped a day or two later. But here are with me young officers of ours who were in the attack. Several of them felt the sting of French bullets on that day, so when they tell you what happened they know what they’re talking about. Their reports don’t come from their cousins but are the product of their own eyes and ears. Peace, Mr. Dobbs! I have the floor, or rather the chair, and I must tell the facts. We were defeated at Ticonderoga, it’s true, but we were not cut to pieces. Our generals failed to bring up our artillery. They underrated the French. They went with rifles, muskets and bayonets alone against breastworks, defended by a valiant foe, for the French are valiant, and they paid the price. But our army is in existence and it’s as brave as ever. Albany is in no danger. Don’t be alarmed.”

“You’re but a boy. You don’t know,” growled Dobbs.

“Peace, Mr. Dobbs! Give us peace. A boy who has seen may know better than a man who has not seen. I tell you once again, friends, that the Marquis de Montcalm will not appear before Albany. It’s a long way from Ticonderoga to this city, too long a road for the French army to travel. Wise men are not packing for a flight to New York. Wise men are staying right here.”

“Hear! Hear!” exclaimed the Virginians and Philadelphians and Grosvenor, and “Hear! Hear!” was repeated from the crowd. Dobbs’ red face grew redder, but now he was silent.

“My friends,” continued Robert in his golden persuasive tones, “you’re not afraid, you’re all brave men, but you must guard against panic. Experience tells you that rumor is irresponsible, and that, as it spreads, it grows. We’re going to learn from our defeat. The French are as near to Albany as they’ll ever come. The war is not going to move southward. Its progress instead will be toward Quebec. Remember that panic is always a bad counselor, but that courage is ever a good one. Things are never as bad as they look.”

“Hear! Hear!” exclaimed his young comrades again, and the echoes from the crowd were more numerous than before. The teamster began to draw back and presently slipped out of the door. Then Robert sat down amid great applause, blushing somewhat because he had been carried away by his feelings and apologizing to the others for making himself conspicuous.

“Nothing to apologize for,” exclaimed Cabell. “‘Twas well done, a good speech at the right time. You have the gift of oratory, Lennox. You should come to Virginia to live after we’ve defeated the French. Our province is devoted to oratory. You have the gift of golden speech, and the people will follow you.”

“I’m afraid I’ve made an enemy of that man, Dobbs,” said Robert, “and I had enemies enough already.”

His mind went back to the slaver and Garay, and he was troubled.

“We’ve had our little triumph here, thanks to Lennox,” said Colden, “and it seems to me now that we’ve about exhausted the possibilities of the George. Besides, the air is getting thick. Let’s go outside.”

Grosvenor paid the score and they departed, a cheer following them. Here were young officers who had fought well, and the men in the George were willing to show respect.

“I think I’d better return to camp now,” said Grosvenor.

“We’ll go with you,” said Colden, speaking for the Pennsylvanians.

“Stuart and I are detached for the present,” said Cabell. “We secured a transfer from our command in Virginia, and we’re hoping for commissions in the Royal Americans, and more active service since the whole tide of war seems to have shifted to the north rather than the west.”

“The Royal Americans are fine men,” said Robert. “Though raised in the colonies, they rank with the British regulars. I had a good friend in one of the regiments, Edward Charteris, of New York, but he was taken at Ticonderoga. I saw the French bring him in as a prisoner. I suppose they’re holding him in Quebec now.”

“Then we’ll rescue him when we take Quebec,” said Stuart valiantly.

The friends separated with promises to meet again soon and to see much of one another while they were in Albany, Grosvenor, and the Pennsylvanians continuing to the camp, Cabell and Stuart turning back to the George for quarters, and Robert and Tayoga going toward the house of Mynheer Jacobus Huysman. But before they reached it young Lennox suggested that they turn toward the river.

“It is well to do so,” said the Onondaga. “I think that Dagaeoga wishes to look there for a ship.”

“That’s in my mind, Tayoga, and yet I wouldn’t know the vessel I’m looking for if I saw her.”

“She will be commanded by the man whom we saw in the inn, the one with whom Dagaeoga talked.”

“I’ve no doubt of it, Tayoga. Nothing escapes your notice.”

“What are eyes for if not to see! And it is a time for all to watch; especially, it is a time for Dagaeoga to watch with his eyes, his ears and all his senses.”

“I’ve that feeling myself.”

“Something is plotting against you. The slaver did not meet the spy for nothing.”

“Why should men bother about one as insignificant as I am, when the world is plunged into a great war?”

“It is because Dagaeoga is in the way of somebody. He is very much in the way or so much trouble and risk would not be taken to remove him.”

“I wonder what it is Tayoga. I know that Mr. Hardy and Mr. Huysman and doubtless others hold the key to this lock, but I feel quite sure they are not going to put it in my hand just at present.”

“No, they will not, but it must be for very good reasons. No one ever had better friends than Dagaeoga has in them. If they do not choose to tell him anything it will be wise for him not to ask questions.”

“That’s just the way I feel about it, and so I’m going to ask no questions.”

A hulking figure barred their way, a red face glowed at them, and a rough voice demanded satisfaction.

“You fellow with the slick tongue, you had ‘em laughing at me in the tavern,” said Dobbs, the teamster. “You just the same as told ‘em I was a liar when I said the French were coming.”

The man was full of unreasoning anger, and he handled the butt end of a heavy whip. Yet Robert felt quite cool. His pistol was in his belt, and Tayoga was at his elbow.

“You are mistaken, my good Mr. Dobbs,” he said gaily. “I would never tell a man he was a liar, particularly one to whom I had not been introduced. I try to be choice in my language. I was trained to be so by Mr. Alexander McLean, a most competent schoolmaster of this city, and I merely tried to disseminate a thought in the minds of the numerous audience gathered in the George Inn. My thought was unlike your thought, and so I was compelled to use words that did not resemble the words used by you. I was not responsible for the results flowing from them.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” growled Dobbs. “You string a lot of big words together, and I think you’re laughing at me again.”

“Impossible, Mr. Dobbs. I could not be so impolite. My risibilities may be agitated to a certain extent, but laugh in the face of a stranger, never! Now will you kindly let us pass? The street here is narrow and we do not wish to crowd.”

Dobbs did not move and his manner became more threatening than ever, the loaded whip swaying in his hand. Robert’s light and frolicsome humor did not depart. He felt himself wholly master of the situation.

“Now, good Mr. Dobbs, kind Mr. Dobbs, I ask you once more to move,” he said in his most wheedling manner. “The day is too bright and pleasant to be disturbed by angry feelings. My own temper is always even. Nothing disturbs me. I was never known to give way to wrath, but my friend whom you see by my side is a great Onondaga chieftain. His disposition is haughty and fierce. He belongs to a race that can never bear the slightest suspicion of an insult. It is almost certain death to speak to him in an angry or threatening manner. Friends as we have been for years, I am always very careful how I address him.”

The teamster’s face fell and he stepped back. The heavy whip ceased to move in a menacing manner in his hand.

“Prudence is always a good thing,” continued Robert. “When a great Indian chieftain is a friend to a man, any insult to that man is a double insult to the chieftain. It is usually avenged with the utmost promptitude, and place is no bar. An angry glance even may invite a fatal blow.”

Dobbs stepped to one side, and Robert and Tayoga walked haughtily on. The Onondaga laughed low, but with intense amusement.

“Verily it is well to have the gift of words,” he said, “when with their use one, leaving weapons undrawn, can turn an enemy aside.”

“I could not enter into a street fight with such a man, Tayoga, and diplomacy was needed. You’ll pardon my use of you as a menace?”

“I’m at Dagaeoga’s service.”

“That being the case we’ll now continue the search for our slaver.”

They hunted carefully along the shores of the Hudson. Albany was a busy river port at all times, but it was now busier than ever, the pressure of war driving new traffic upon it from every side. Many boats were bringing supplies from further south, and others were being loaded with the goods of timid people, ready to flee from Montcalm and the French. Albany caught new trade both coming and going. The thrifty burghers profited by it and rejoiced.

“We’ve nothing to go on,” said Robert, “and perhaps we couldn’t tell the slaver’s ship if we were looking squarely at it. Still, it seems to me it ought to be a small craft, slim and low, built for speed and with a sneaky look.”

“Then we will seek such a vessel,” said Tayoga.

Nothing answered the description. The river people were quite willing to talk and, the two falling into conversation with them as if by chance, were able to account for every craft of any size. There was no strange ship that could be on any mysterious errand.

“It is in my mind, Dagaeoga,” said Tayoga, “that this lies deeper than we had thought. The slaver would not have shown himself and he would not have talked with you so freely if he had not known that he would leave a hidden trail.”

“It looks that way to me, Tayoga,” said Robert, “and I think Garay must be in some kind of disguise. He would not venture so boldly among us if he did not have a way of concealing himself.”

“It is in my mind, too, that we have underestimated the spy. He has perhaps more courage and resolution than we thought, or these qualities may have come to him recently. The trade of a spy is very useful to Montcalm just now. After his victory at Ticonderoga, he will be anxious to know what we are doing here at Albany, and it will be the duty of Garay to learn. Besides, we put a great humiliation upon him that time we took his letter from him in the forest, and he is burning for vengeance upon us. It is not in the nature of Dagaeoga to wish revenge, but he must not blind himself on that account to the fact that others cherish it.”

“It was the fortune of war. We have our disasters and our enemies have theirs.”

“Yet we must beware of Garay. I know it, Dagaeoga.”

“At any rate we can’t find out anything about him and the slaver along the river, and that being the case I suggest that we go on to the house of Mynheer Jacobus, where we’re pretty sure of a welcome.”

Their greetings at the burgher’s home were as warm as anybody could wish. Master McLean had left, and the rest were talking casually in the large front room, but the keen eyes of the Onondaga read the signs infallibly. This was a trail that could not be hidden from him.

“Other men have been here,” he said a little later to Robert when they were alone in the room. “There has been a council.”

“How do you know, Tayoga?”

“How do I know, Dagaeoga? Because I have eyes and I use them. It is printed all over the room in letters of the largest type and in words of one syllable. The floor is of polished wood, Dagaeoga, and there is a great table in the center of the chamber. The chairs have been moved back, but eight men sat around it. I can count the faint traces made by the chairs in the polish of the floor. They were heavy men--most of the men of Albany are heavy, and now and then they moved restlessly, as they talked. That was why they ground the chair legs against the polish, leaving there little traces which will be gone in another hour, but which are enough while they last to tell their tale.

“They moved so, now and then because their talk was of great importance. They smoked also that they might think better about what they were saying. A child could tell that, because smoke yet lingers in the room, although Caterina has opened the windows to let it out. Some of it is left low down in the corners, and under the chairs now against the wall. A little of the ash from their pipes have fallen on the table, showing that although Caterina has opened the windows she has not yet had time to clean the room. You and I know, Dagaeoga, that she would never miss any ash on the table. Master McLean smoked much, perhaps more than any of the others. He uses the strongest Virginia tobacco that he can obtain, and I know its odor of old. I smell it everywhere in the room. I also know the odor of the tobacco that Mynheer Jacobus uses, and it is strongest here by the mantel, showing that in the course of the council, he frequently got up and stood there. Ah, there is ash on the mantel itself! He tapped it now and then with his pipe to enforce what he was saying. Mynheer Jacobus was much stirred, or he would not have risen to his feet to make speeches to the others.”

“Can you locate Master Hardy also?”

“I think I can, Dagaeoga.”

He ran around the room like a hound on the scent, and, at last, he stopped before a large massive locked chest of drawers that stood in the corner, a heavy mahogany piece that looked as if it had been imported from France or Italy.