Bringing a barge up Delaware Bay in broad daylight! Many a time I warned him about thumbing his nose at the British like that. He wouldnât listen.â
âYou warned him, did you?â Simon snapped. âHow very decent of you.â
Becky gently intervened. âStop it, Simon. Mr. Murphyâs not to blame. Jack was doing what he felt he had to do, the best way he could.â
Simon turned a scowl on her. âDid
you
ever warn him, or try to talk him out of it? You knew he wasnât suited to that kind of work, with his poor health. If the British hadnât gotten him, sickness eventually would have.â
Becky turned sharply away as Murphy spoke up again. âWe are desperate, Mr. Cordwyn. Another winter like Valley Forge and Washington will have no army leftâyou said so yourself. When a man offers us his services, we donât turn him away, no matter what his weaknesses. Why, if an educated, well-informed, and responsible man like yourself offered to work with us, weâd get down on our knees and thank God.â
âFlattery!â Simon almost spat. âThe same kind you fed Jack, no doubt.â
âHe spoke about you often, you know,â Murphy went on, ignoring Simonâs hostility. ââHow I wish we could get Simon in with us,â heâd say. âHeâs far more clever than I, and whatâs more, he knows the South.ââ
âWhatâs
that
got to do with anything?â Simon demanded impatiently.
âItâs clear weâre going to have to shift our operations to the South. With the British watching all our usual landing sites, the only good ones left are the wooded inlets and river mouths along the Carolina coast. The Great Wagon Road, between there and Pennsylvania, has got to become our main supply line. Trouble is, we donât have anyone to oversee operations down there. Southerners are insanely proud men, impossible to deal with. But you lived in the South for several years. You must still have valuable contacts down there. Am I right?â
Murphy paused to wait for a reply, but getting nothing but a stony glare from Simon, he went on. âSurely, Mr. Cordwyn, you can see where your duty lies. Out there, giving your countrymen the benefit of your abilities. Not here, hiding in a schoolroom while men fighting for our liberty are dying for want of supplies. Think it over. You know where to reach me. And now I must be off, so Iâll bid you both good day.â
Becky put a hand on the visitorâs arm. âI thank you for bringing us the news of my husband, Mr. Murphy.â
âMadam, believe me, I regret the necessity for it. But we may yet hold good hopes that he survives. Meanwhile, my admiration for you knows no bounds. God keep you, dear lady. You are a true Patriot.â And with a curt nod to Simon: âRemember, sir. Grimsbyâs Tavern, Philadelphia. Anytime.â Then, jamming a grimy cap on his head, he turned abruptly and walked away.
In the silence that followed, Simon studied his sisterâs face. It was blank, the eyes vacant. âIâll stay with you and the children tonight,â he said gently.
She shook her head. âNo. No, thank you, Simon. Iâm all right.â
âWell, at least Iâll walk you home, then.â
It was a quarter of a mile to the Herndon house, and they walked halfway there in silence, immersed in their own dark thoughts. At last Simon spoke.
âTell me something, Becky. And be honest. Would you really want me to leave you on your own here and rush off to replace Jack?â
Becky drew a heavy sigh. âIâm sure youâre doing what you think is right, just as Jack did. But you canât blame Mr. Murphy for trying to recruit you. Youâd do a far better job than my poor Jack ever did. Dear God!â Seized by some wrenching emotion, Becky stopped in her tracks. âIf only I could wave a magic wand and combine my husband
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