A smash from O’Connor’s stick provided a temporary respite, knocking Lewis sideways and allowing Jake to scramble to his feet and grab Lewis’s fallen knife. Lewis, not seriously hurt, picked up the other blade, and the two men were again handily matched. They circled each other, looking for an opening.
Van Clynne approached the tumult with the caution of a cat sizing up his prey. He waited until Lewis was a mere arm’s length away, then leapt forward to grab him around the neck, trusting that Jake would spring forward and provide the coup de grace.
Unfortunately, O’Connor had a similar strategy in mind, attacking from the other side with his stick, which he wielded like a battering ram. Lewis was too accomplished a fighter to be taken by either man, and somersaulted away at the last moment, leaving them to fall against each other. O’Connor’s stave hit van Clynne square in the forehead, and the good squire fell senseless to the ground, pinning the farmer beneath him.
While Lewis found his feet, Jake beat a temporary retreat to his horse, grabbing his pistol from the holster
“
If you’re such a brave fellow, you won’t need a gun,” said Lewis behind him. “A gentleman would keep this on an even footing.”
Not three minutes before, this same British agent was preparing to plug Jake’s vitals with his own bullet. Now he’d suddenly adopted the pose of an honorable gentlemen, calling for a fair fight.
“
All right,” said Jake. He rested the hand of his injured arm in his shirt at his waist and tossed away the pistol.
The instant he did so, a wide smile broke on Lewis’s face, and the pernicious British agent pulled a loaded gun from behind his cloak. His sprawl had taken him across the spot where it lay on the ground.
“
Too bad I’m not a gentleman,” gushed Lewis, lifting his weapon to fire.
He got it no more than halfway up before the two small balls from Jake’s beloved Segallas struck him square in the face, putting out both eyes and hastening him to Lucifer’s cavernous fires below.
“
Too bad indeed,” said Jake. “I might have left the pocket pistol in my belt if I thought you were.”
-Chapter Thirty-six-
Wherein, our adventure finds its conclusion, though the story is far from over.
Jake freed O’Connor by rolling the unconscious van Clynne off him, but then hastily signaled to the farmer not to revive his friend. The passage across the East River would be considerably easier if the good squire was left in his present dormant state. Besides, the Dutchman had earned a good night’s snooze.
Jake found himself somewhat pressed, between his bruises and bandages, to lift the large, snoring squire into the craft he found waiting for him at the river bank. But he was assisted on this score by several local Sons of Liberty, to whom he was much obliged. He was thankful, also, for their plan of depositing Lewis’s body in the ruins of the city house destroyed by an explosion. It was to be discovered amid the charred remains of the other “prisoners” — the generals would hopefully believe that he perished in the unfortunate fire. Other contingencies would be taken to otherwise assure Howe that his messenger and his message had been authentic, including false reports of where Jake and van Clynne had spent the night.
Even if Howe came to doubt the message was real, his famous inclination toward hesitation would at least gain the Continental Army more time to prepare a defense. It was not beyond the realm of possibility to imagine Sire William staying put in New York forever. He was a fine general once he was gotten to the battlefield; he was an excellent man for making plans as well. But the two parts of him did not fit so well together; he was forever worrying about preserving his strength, keeping England’s manhood alive, and indeed, may have been a bit soft on the rebels besides. All he had said to van Clynne, after all, had been said in earnest.
The reader familiar with the events of our great war so far will realize that nothing remains in stasis forever. But Howe’s next action lies beyond the small scope we have set ourselves here.
Jake, too, would inevitably find himself in a new adventure. His profession demanded it, and he contemplated what shape it might take as he and the unconscious van Clynne were rowed across the river, where a pair of fresh horses awaited their arrival. The wound in his shoulder had been cleaned and no longer hurt. His knee had been wrapped; though stiff, he could manage a half run. All things considered, the agent was in reasonable shape for the journey back to Schuyler.
The general would undoubtedly brag that he never actually considered abandoning Albany – and would turn and silently thank God that Jake had managed to return before the plans were put into action.
As the boat reached the shore, Jake shook van Clynne to wake him. The Dutchman continued to slumber. Finally, loath to leave him behind, but unable to wait any longer, Jake ordered the squire refreshed with a buck of river water.
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What happened,” demanded van Clynne. “How did we get on the damned ocean again?”
“
I grew tired of your snores,” said Jake. “Come on, if you’re coming. We have many miles to cover tonight. I want to cross to American lines before dawn.”
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I’ll have you know, sir, that I was not snoring,” said van Clynne indignantly as he disembarked from the boat. “A Dutchman is constitutionally unable to snore. It is an impossibility.”
“
Just as you’re unable to complain.”
“
Just so, just so.”
Van Clynne’s snores were to become a source of some annoyance in the days ahead, leading Jake to try several stratagems before succeeding in putting an end to them. The remedy he used involved a certain herb much valued by the Indians and found along the way – but perhaps the reader will find it more fully described in the next book.
-An Historical Note-
I have reviewed the story as told in the old manuscript and find the surrounding history, at least, plausible. The sources on whether and when Howe was ever supposed to come north to assist Burgoyne are mixed, with arguments continuing to this day. Howe seems to have written a letter to Carleton in April of 1777 – similar to the message Herstraw is said to deliver – indicating no northern assault was planned.
Despite the distance and the presence of a large number of hostile citizens between the British in Canada and New York City, communicating was necessary and carried on by different messengers traveling in disguise, roughly in the manner the original author outlines. The subterfuge of a silver bullet was used not only during the Revolution, but the French and Indian conflict as well. Indeed, one hears so much about silver bullets that one begins to wonder if not all the supplies of that precious metal were used exclusively in their manufacture.
I relied on so many sources in checking the accuracy of this book and the others to follow in the series that it would be impossible to cite them all, or even a fair portion. The same could be said of the people who have helped me along the way. There is literally an army of librarians, reenactors, local historians, and raconteurs who have assisted me at every turn, many not even aware of my detective work. The kindness of these people is almost unfathomable. For instance, I turned up unannounced one night at the Blodgett Memorial Library in Fishkill, looking for some information to verify the claims made in the chapter where Jake stops there. For the next three hours, Toni Houston pulled out books and sources, maps and pamphlets for me, filling me with a wide range of information about things I hadn’t even known I wanted to find out. Her response was typical, and I single her out as an example of the thousands of people I came across who are helping to keep our country’s heritage and spirit alive by sharing it selflessly with others.
I should also thank my agents, Jake Elwell and George Weiser, and my original editor, Pete Wolverton of St. Martin’s (which first published this book in 1995) for their help along the way. The Patriot Spy series has been out of print for at least a decade. With new technology, I thought it was time to republish it as an e-book.
This Kindle edition of
The Silver Bullet
was published in April of 2011. Two more books in the series –
The Iron Chain
and
The Golden Flask
– are in the process of being converted to e-books. My other books published on Kindle include a modern-day war-adventure novel set in Iraq, entitled
Leopard’s Kill
. Readers can find out about all my books, including updates on when the other Patriot Spy novels will be released on Kindle, on my website on the world wide web at JimDefelice.com.
One last thing: You quickly find out once you start reading accounts from the Revolutionary days that it’s best to take everything with a large grain of salt. It would probably be wise to follow that same spirit here.
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J. D.