Wadsworth trained <strong>the</strong> telescope on <strong>Fort</strong> George. At first he misaimed <strong>the</strong> tubes and was amazed that <strong>the</strong> fort looked so small, <strong>the</strong>n he took his eyefrom <strong>the</strong> glass and saw that a new fort was being constructed and it was that second work he was seeing. <strong>The</strong> new fort, much smaller than <strong>Fort</strong> George,lay on <strong>the</strong> ridge to <strong>the</strong> east <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> larger work. He trained <strong>the</strong> telescope again and saw blue-coated naval <strong>of</strong>ficers while <strong>the</strong> men digging <strong>the</strong> soil were notin any kind <strong>of</strong> uniform. "Sailors," he said aloud."Sailors?""<strong>The</strong>y're making a new redoubt. Why?""<strong>The</strong>y're making a refuge," Carnes said."A refuge?""If <strong>the</strong>ir ships are defeated <strong>the</strong> crews will go ashore. That's where <strong>the</strong>y'll go.""Why not go to <strong>the</strong> main fort?""Because McLean wants an outwork," Carnes said. "Look at <strong>the</strong> fort, sir."Wadsworth edged <strong>the</strong> telescope westwards. Trees and houses skidded past <strong>the</strong> lens, <strong>the</strong>n he steadied <strong>the</strong> glass to examine <strong>Fort</strong> George. "Bless me,"he said.He was gazing at <strong>the</strong> fort's eastern wall which was hidden to anyone on <strong>the</strong> high ground to <strong>the</strong> west. And that eastern curtain wall was unfinished. It wasstill low. Wadworth could see no cannon <strong>the</strong>re, only a shallow ridge <strong>of</strong> earth that he supposed was fronted by a ditch, but <strong>the</strong> important thing, <strong>the</strong> thing thatmade his hopes rise and his heart beat faster, was that <strong>the</strong> wall was still low enough to be easily scaled. He lowered <strong>the</strong> glass's aim, examining <strong>the</strong> villagewith its cornfields, thickets, barns, and orchards. If he could reach that low ground <strong>the</strong>n he reckoned he could conceal his men from both <strong>the</strong> ships and <strong>the</strong>fort. <strong>The</strong>y could assemble out <strong>of</strong> sight, <strong>the</strong>n attack that low wall. <strong>The</strong> impudent flag above <strong>the</strong> fort might yet be pulled down."McLean knows he's vulnerable from <strong>the</strong> east," Carnes said, "and that new redoubt protects him. He'll put cannon <strong>the</strong>re.""Or he will when it's finished," Wadsworth said, and it was clear <strong>the</strong> new redoubt was far from completion. We should attack from <strong>the</strong> east, he thought,because that was where <strong>the</strong> British were weak.Wadsworth aimed <strong>the</strong> telescope towards Dyce's Head, but <strong>the</strong> British ships obstructed his view and he could see nothing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ambush, if indeed ithad been sprung. No powder smoke showed in <strong>the</strong> sky above <strong>the</strong> abandoned battery. Wadsworth edged <strong>the</strong> telescope right again to stare across <strong>the</strong> loweastern tail <strong>of</strong> Majabigwaduce's peninsula. He was looking at <strong>the</strong> land north <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> peninsula. He stared for a long time, <strong>the</strong>n gave <strong>the</strong> glass back toCarnes. "Look <strong>the</strong>re," he pointed. "<strong>The</strong>re's a meadow at <strong>the</strong> waterside. You can just see a house above it. It's <strong>the</strong> only house I can see <strong>the</strong>re."Carnes trained <strong>the</strong> glass. "I can see it.""<strong>The</strong> house belongs to a man called Westcot. General Lovell wants a battery up <strong>the</strong>re too, but will its guns reach <strong>the</strong> British ships?""Eighteen-pounder shot will," Carnes said, "but it's too far for anything smaller. Must be a mile and a half, so you'll need your eighteens.""General Lovell insists <strong>the</strong> ships must be defeated," Wadsworth explained, "and <strong>the</strong> only way we can do that is by sinking <strong>the</strong>m with gunfire.""Or by taking our ships in," Carnes said."Will that happen?"Carnes smiled. "<strong>The</strong> commodore is so high above me, sir, that I never hear a word he says. But if you weaken <strong>the</strong> British ships? I think in <strong>the</strong> end he'llgo in." He swung <strong>the</strong> glass to examine <strong>the</strong> sloops. "That shoreward sloop? She hasn't stopped pumping her bilges from <strong>the</strong> day we arrived. She'll sinkfast enough.""<strong>The</strong>n we'll build <strong>the</strong> batteries," Wadsworth said, "and hope we can riddle <strong>the</strong>m with round shot.""And General Lovell's right about one thing, sir," Carnes said. "You do need to get rid <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ships.""<strong>The</strong> ships will surrender if we capture <strong>the</strong> fort," Wadsworth said."No doubt <strong>the</strong>y will," Carnes said, "but if a British relief fleet arrives, sir, <strong>the</strong>n we want all our ships inside <strong>the</strong> harbor."Because <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> tables would be turned and it would be <strong>the</strong> British who would have to fight <strong>the</strong>ir way through cannon-fire to attack <strong>the</strong> harbor, but only if<strong>the</strong> harbor belonged to <strong>the</strong> rebels, and <strong>the</strong> only way that <strong>the</strong> Americans could capture <strong>the</strong> harbor was by storming <strong>the</strong> fort.It was all so simple, Wadsworth thought, so very simple, and yet Lovell and <strong>the</strong> commodore were making it so complicated.Wadsworth and Carnes were rowed back to <strong>the</strong> beach beneath Majabigwaduce's bluff. As <strong>the</strong> longboat threaded <strong>the</strong> anchored warships Wadsworthstared south towards <strong>the</strong> sea-reach, south to where <strong>the</strong> reinforcements, ei<strong>the</strong>r British or American, would arrive.And <strong>the</strong> river was empty."I do believe," McLean was staring south through a telescope, "that is my friend, Brigadier Wadsworth." He was gazing at two men, one in a green coat,who were on <strong>the</strong> harbor's sou<strong>the</strong>rn shore. "I doubt <strong>the</strong>y're taking <strong>the</strong> air. You think <strong>the</strong>y're contemplating new batteries?""It would be sensible <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, sir," Lieutenant Moore answered."I'm sure Mowat's seen <strong>the</strong>m, but I'll let him know." McLean lowered <strong>the</strong> glass and turned westwards. "If <strong>the</strong> rascals dare to build a battery on <strong>the</strong> harborshore we'll lead <strong>the</strong>m a merry dance. And what steps are those rogues doing?" He pointed down towards <strong>the</strong> abandoned Half Moon Battery where ascore <strong>of</strong> rebels appeared to be digging a ditch. It was difficult to see, because Jacob Dyce's house, barn, and cornfield were partly in <strong>the</strong> way."May I, sir?" Moore asked, holding a hand for <strong>the</strong> telescope."Of course. Your eyes are younger than mine."Moore stared at <strong>the</strong> men. "<strong>The</strong>y're not working particularly hard, sir," he said, after watching for a while. Six men were digging, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs were loungingamidst <strong>the</strong> wreckage <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> battery."So what are <strong>the</strong>y doing?""Making <strong>the</strong> battery defensible, sir?""And if <strong>the</strong>y wanted to do that," McLean asked, "why not send a hundred men? Two hundred! Three! Throw up a wall fast. Why send so few men?"Moore did not reply because he did not know <strong>the</strong> answer. McLean took <strong>the</strong> glass back and used <strong>the</strong> lieutenant's shoulder as a rest. He took a swift lookat <strong>the</strong> lackadaisical work-party, <strong>the</strong>n raised <strong>the</strong> telescope to stare at <strong>the</strong> trees on Dyce's Head. "Ah," he said after a while."Ah, sir?""<strong>The</strong>re are a score <strong>of</strong> men on <strong>the</strong> high ground. <strong>The</strong>y're not usually <strong>the</strong>re. <strong>The</strong>y're watching and waiting." He collapsed <strong>the</strong> telescope's tubes. "I dobelieve, Lieutenant, that our enemy has prepared a trap for us."Moore smiled. "Really, sir?""What are those fellows watching? <strong>The</strong>y can't be <strong>the</strong>re to watch a ditch being dug!" McLean frowned as he gazed westwards. A rebel cannon-ball flewoverhead. <strong>The</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> guns was now so normal that he scarcely noticed it, though he took careful note <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> effect <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rebel gunfire, most <strong>of</strong> whichwas wasted and it amused McLean that Captain Fielding was so <strong>of</strong>fended by that. As an artilleryman <strong>the</strong> English captain expected better <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enemygunners, though McLean was delighted that <strong>the</strong> rebel cannoneers were being so wasteful. If <strong>the</strong>y had spent an extra minute laying each gun <strong>the</strong>y couldhave demolished most <strong>of</strong> <strong>Fort</strong> George's western wall by now, but <strong>the</strong>y seemed content to fire blind. So what were those men doing on Dyce's Head? <strong>The</strong>ywere plainly staring towards <strong>the</strong> fort, but to see what? And why were <strong>the</strong>re so few men at <strong>the</strong> Half Moon Battery? "<strong>The</strong>y're <strong>the</strong>re to draw us out," McLeandecided."<strong>The</strong> ditch-diggers?""<strong>The</strong>y want us to attack <strong>the</strong>m," McLean said, "and why would <strong>the</strong>y want that?""Because <strong>the</strong>y have more men <strong>the</strong>re?"McLean nodded. He reckoned half <strong>of</strong> warfare was reading <strong>the</strong> enemy's mind, a skill that was now ingrained in <strong>the</strong> Scotsman. He had fought in Flandersand in Portugal, he had spent a lifetime watching his enemies and learning to translate <strong>the</strong>ir every small movement, and to translate what he saw in <strong>the</strong>knowledge that very <strong>of</strong>ten those movements were calculated to deceive. At first, when <strong>the</strong> rebels had arrived, McLean had been puzzled by <strong>the</strong>seenemies. <strong>The</strong>y had so nearly captured <strong>the</strong> fort, <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong>y had decided on a siege instead <strong>of</strong> a storm, and he had worried about what cleverness that tacticconcealed, but now he was almost certain that <strong>the</strong>re was no cleverness at all. His enemy was simply cautious, and <strong>the</strong> best way to keep him cautious wasto hurt him. "We're being invited to dance to a rebel tune, Lieutenant.""And we decline <strong>the</strong> honor, sir?""Oh good Lord, no, no! Not at all!" McLean said, enjoying himself. "Somewhere down <strong>the</strong>re is a much larger body <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enemy. I think we must take <strong>the</strong>floor with <strong>the</strong>m!""If we do, sir, <strong>the</strong>n might'""You want to dance?" McLean interrupted Moore. "Of course, Lieutenant." It was time to let Moore <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> leash, <strong>the</strong> general decided. <strong>The</strong> young manstill blamed himself, and rightly, for his brave stupidity on <strong>the</strong> day when <strong>the</strong> rebels had captured <strong>the</strong> high ground, but it was time Moore was <strong>of</strong>feredredemption for that mistake. "You'll go with Captain Caffrae," McLean said, "and you shall dance."
Commodore Saltonstall declared he would be responsible for constructing <strong>the</strong> battery on Haney's land if General Lovell was prepared to send a pair <strong>of</strong>eighteen-pounder cannons to <strong>the</strong> new work. Saltonstall did not communicate directly with Lovell, but sent Hoysteed Hacker, captain <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Continentalsloop Providence, with <strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>fer. He carried Lovell's consent back to <strong>the</strong> commodore, and so that afternoon eight longboats left <strong>the</strong> anchored warshipsand rowed south <strong>of</strong> Cross Island to land on <strong>the</strong> narrow isthmus. <strong>The</strong> boats were manned by over a hundred sailors equipped with spades and picks which<strong>the</strong>y carried, with <strong>the</strong> boats, across <strong>the</strong> narrow neck <strong>of</strong> land. <strong>The</strong>y relaunched <strong>the</strong> boats and rowed across to <strong>the</strong> eastern side <strong>of</strong> Majabigwaduce Harbor.<strong>The</strong>y were led by Commodore Saltonstall, who wanted to site <strong>the</strong> battery himself.He discovered <strong>the</strong> perfect place for a battery, a low headland that pointed like a finger directly at <strong>the</strong> British ships and with space enough for two gunsto pound <strong>the</strong> enemy sloops. "Dig here," he ordered. He would raise a rampart round <strong>the</strong> headland. Eventually, he knew, Mowat would haul guns across <strong>the</strong>sloops' decks to return <strong>the</strong> fire, so <strong>the</strong> rampart needed to be high and stout enough to protect <strong>the</strong> gunners.Mowat was evidently busy because Saltonstall could see boats rowing constantly between <strong>the</strong> sloops and <strong>the</strong> shore. A new and smaller fort was beingbuilt east <strong>of</strong> <strong>Fort</strong> George and Saltonstall suspected it was <strong>the</strong>re to add firepower to <strong>the</strong> harbor defenses. "We bring our ships in here," he told his firstlieutenant, "and <strong>the</strong>y'll pour shot down on us.""<strong>The</strong>y will, sir," Lieutenant Fenwick said loyally.Saltonstall pointed to <strong>the</strong> new earthwork that <strong>the</strong> British were making. "<strong>The</strong>y're putting more guns up <strong>the</strong>re. <strong>The</strong>y can't wait to have our ships under <strong>the</strong>ircannons. It's a death trap.""Unless Lovell captures <strong>the</strong> fort, sir.""Captures <strong>the</strong> fort!" Saltonstall said scathingly. "He couldn't capture a dribble <strong>of</strong> piss with a chamberpot. <strong>The</strong> man's a damned farmer.""What are <strong>the</strong>y doing?" Fenwick pointed to <strong>the</strong> British sloops from which four longboats, each crammed with red-coated Royal Marines, were rowingnor<strong>the</strong>ast towards <strong>the</strong> Majabigwaduce River."<strong>The</strong>y're not coming this way," Saltonstall said."I presume we'll post marines here, sir?" Fenwick asked."We'll need to." <strong>The</strong> new battery was isolated and, if <strong>the</strong> British had a mind to it, easily attacked. Yet <strong>the</strong> guns did not have to be here for long.Whenever <strong>the</strong> rebel fire had become too warm <strong>the</strong> British ships had moved <strong>the</strong>ir position and Saltonstall was convinced that a battery here on Haney'sland and ano<strong>the</strong>r to <strong>the</strong> north would drive Mowat away from his present position. <strong>The</strong> Scotsman would ei<strong>the</strong>r take his sloops north into <strong>the</strong> narrow channel<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Majabigwaduce River or else seek refuge in <strong>the</strong> sou<strong>the</strong>rnmost reaches <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> harbor, but in ei<strong>the</strong>r place he would be unable to support <strong>the</strong> fort withhis broadsides and, once <strong>the</strong> sloops had been driven away, Saltonstall could contemplate bringing his ships into <strong>the</strong> harbor and using <strong>the</strong>ir guns tobombard <strong>the</strong> fort on <strong>the</strong> ridge. But only if Lovell attacked at <strong>the</strong> same time. He watched <strong>the</strong> Royal Marines rowing steadily up <strong>the</strong> Majabigwaduce River."Foraging, maybe?" he guessed. <strong>The</strong> boats vanished behind a distant point <strong>of</strong> land.<strong>The</strong> sailors were having a hard time because <strong>the</strong> soil was thin. <strong>The</strong> commodore, feeling restless and bored by <strong>the</strong> dull work, left Lieutenant Fenwick tosupervise <strong>the</strong> diggers while he walked up a trail towards a farm. It was a miserable farm too, little more than a lichen-covered log cabin with a field-stonechimney, a ramshackle barn, some cornfields, and a stony pasture with two thin cows, all <strong>of</strong> it hacked out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> forest. <strong>The</strong> log pile was bigger than <strong>the</strong>house and <strong>the</strong> dungheap even bigger. Smoke seeped from <strong>the</strong> chimney, suggesting someone was home, but Saltonstall had no wish to engage in aconversation with some dirt-poor peasant and so he avoided <strong>the</strong> house, walking instead around <strong>the</strong> margin <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cow pasture and climbing towards <strong>the</strong>summit <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hill east <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house, from where, he thought, he might get a fine view <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> new enemy fort.He knew Solomon Lovell was blaming him for not attacking <strong>the</strong> British ships and Saltonstall despised Lovell for that blame. <strong>The</strong> man was aMassachusetts farmer, not a soldier, and he had no conception whatever <strong>of</strong> naval matters. To Solomon Lovell it all seemed so easy. <strong>The</strong> American shipsshould sail boldly through <strong>the</strong> harbor entrance and use <strong>the</strong>ir broadsides to shatter <strong>the</strong> enemy ships, but Saltonstall knew what would happen if heattempted that maneuver. <strong>The</strong> wind and tide would carry <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren slowly, and her bows would be exposed to all Mowat's guns, and <strong>the</strong> cannon from <strong>the</strong>fort would pour <strong>the</strong>ir heavy shot down into her hull and <strong>the</strong> scuppers would be dripping blood by <strong>the</strong> time he hauled into <strong>the</strong> wind to bring his ownbroadside to bear. <strong>The</strong>n, true enough, he might batter one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sloops into submission, and <strong>the</strong> larger rebel ships would be <strong>the</strong>re to help, but even if all<strong>the</strong> British ships were taken <strong>the</strong> fort would still be hammering shot down <strong>the</strong> slope. And probably heated shot. McLean was no fool and by now he mustsurely have built a furnace to heat shot red, and such shot, lodged in a frigate's timbers, could start a fire to reach <strong>the</strong> magazine and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>renwould explode, scattering her precious timbers all across <strong>the</strong> harbor.So Saltonstall was not minded to attack, not unless <strong>the</strong> fort was being distracted by a land assault at <strong>the</strong> same time and General Lovell showed noappetite for such a storm. And no wonder, <strong>the</strong> commodore thought, because in his opinion Lovell's militia was little more than a rabble. Perhaps, if realsoldiers arrived, <strong>the</strong> assault would be possible, but until such a miracle happened Saltonstall would keep his precious fleet well outside <strong>the</strong> range <strong>of</strong>enemy cannons. By now <strong>the</strong> commodore had reached <strong>the</strong> hill's low summit where he took <strong>the</strong> telescope from his tail-pocket. He wanted to count <strong>the</strong> gunsin <strong>Fort</strong> George and look for <strong>the</strong> telltale shimmer <strong>of</strong> heat coming from a shot-furnace.He steadied <strong>the</strong> glass against a spruce. It took a moment to bring <strong>the</strong> lenses into focus, <strong>the</strong>n he saw redcoats leaving <strong>the</strong> fort and straggling down <strong>the</strong>track into <strong>the</strong> village. He lifted <strong>the</strong> tubes to bring <strong>the</strong> fort into view. <strong>The</strong> glass was powerful, giving Saltonstall a close-up glimpse <strong>of</strong> a cannon firing. He saw<strong>the</strong> carriage jump and slam back, saw <strong>the</strong> eruption <strong>of</strong> smoke and watched <strong>the</strong> gunners close on <strong>the</strong> weapon to ready it for <strong>the</strong> next shot. He waited for <strong>the</strong>sound to reach him.And heard musket-fire instead.* * *Captain Caffrae's men had not left <strong>the</strong> fort toge<strong>the</strong>r, but instead had gone down to <strong>the</strong> village in small groups so that no rebel watching from <strong>the</strong> westernheights would be forewarned that <strong>the</strong> company was deploying.Caffrae assembled <strong>the</strong>m by <strong>the</strong> Perkins house where <strong>the</strong> newborn Temperance was crying. He inspected weapons, told his two drummers and threefifers to keep <strong>the</strong>ir instruments quiet, <strong>the</strong>n led <strong>the</strong> company westwards. <strong>The</strong>y kept to <strong>the</strong> paths that were hidden from <strong>the</strong> heights and so reached AaronBanks's house where a large barn <strong>of</strong>fered concealment. "Take a picquet into <strong>the</strong> corn," Caffrae ordered Lieutenant Moore, "and I want no heroics, MisterMoore!""We're just <strong>the</strong>re to watch," John Moore said."To watch," Caffrae confirmed, "and to pray if you like, but not with your eyes closed."Moore took six men. <strong>The</strong>y went past <strong>the</strong> barn and through a small turnip patch beside <strong>the</strong> house. Aaron Banks's two pretty daughters, Olive and Es<strong>the</strong>r,stared wide-eyed from a window and Moore, seeing <strong>the</strong>m, put a finger to his lips. Olive grinned and Es<strong>the</strong>r nodded.<strong>The</strong> picquet went into <strong>the</strong> concealing corn. "No smoking," Moore told his men because he did not want <strong>the</strong> telltale wisps <strong>of</strong> pipe smoke to reveal <strong>the</strong>irpresence. <strong>The</strong> men crouched and slid forward, trying <strong>the</strong>ir best not to disturb <strong>the</strong> tall stalks. Once at <strong>the</strong> field's western edge <strong>the</strong>y lay still. <strong>The</strong>ir job was towatch for any rebel movement that might threaten Caffrae's concealed men, though for now <strong>the</strong> rebels showed no sign <strong>of</strong> energy. Moore could clearly seesixteen militiamen at <strong>the</strong> Half Moon Battery. What enthusiasm <strong>the</strong>y had shown for trenching had dissipated and <strong>the</strong>y now sat in a group inside <strong>the</strong> oldearthwork. A couple were fast asleep.To Moore's left was Jacob Dyce's house, while to his right, a hundred paces higher up <strong>the</strong> slope, was <strong>the</strong> Dutchman's cornfield. In front <strong>of</strong> him <strong>the</strong> longhill climbed to <strong>the</strong> distant bluff. <strong>The</strong>re were men at <strong>the</strong> very top, evidently waiting to watch whatever drama occurred at <strong>the</strong> battery. <strong>The</strong> rebel guns werehidden among <strong>the</strong> trees beyond <strong>the</strong> skyline, but <strong>the</strong>ir noise pounded <strong>the</strong> afternoon and <strong>the</strong>ir smoke whitened <strong>the</strong> sky.After a while Jacob Dyce came out <strong>of</strong> his house. He was a squat, middle-aged man with a prophet's beard. He carried a hoe that he now used to weedsome beans. He worked slowly, gradually getting nearer and nearer to his neighbor's cornfield. "De rascals are in my corn," he suddenly spoke withoutlooking up from his work. He stooped to tug at a weed. "Lots <strong>of</strong> rascals hiding <strong>the</strong>re. You hear me?" He still did not look towards Moore and his men."I hear you," Moore said quietly, "how many?""Lots," <strong>the</strong> Dutchman said. He chopped <strong>the</strong> hoe's blade savagely. "Lots! <strong>The</strong>y are de duivelsgebroed!" He glanced briefly towards where Moore washiding. "De duivelsgebroed!" he said again, <strong>the</strong>n ambled back to his house.Moore sent Corporal MacRae, a reliable man, to tell Caffrae that <strong>the</strong> devil's brood were indeed hiding uphill. Moore peered at <strong>the</strong> Dutchman's cornfieldand thought he saw <strong>the</strong> stalks moving, but he could not be sure. Caffrae himself came to join Moore and peered up at <strong>the</strong> maize. "<strong>The</strong> bastards want totake us in <strong>the</strong> flank," he said."If we advance," Moore said."Oh, we must advance," Caffrae said wolfishly, "why else did we come here?""<strong>The</strong>re could be three hundred men hidden <strong>the</strong>re," Moore warned."Probably no more than a hundred who need a good thrashing."
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