They
have placed their men in every part of the middle and western country,
and they came upon my place last evening and were defeated. Several were
killed and one taken prisoner. They can't be marched upon like an army.
Their powers of ambush are too great. They must be run down by
bloodhounds. It's the only way."
"Bloodhounds--there are no bloodhounds here!" said Darius Boland. "And
if there were, wouldn't pious England make a fuss?"
Dyck Calhoun was about to speak sharply, but he caught sarcasm in Darius
Boland's face, and he said: "I have the bloodhounds. They're outside the
harbour now, and I intend to use them."
"If the governor allows you!" remarked Darius Boland ironically. "He
does not like you or your bloodhounds. He has his orders, so he says."
Dyck made an impatient gesture. "I will not submit to his orders.
I have earned my place in this is land, and he shall not have his way.
The ladies must be brought to Spanish Town, and placed where the
governor's men can protect them."
"The governor's men! Indeed. They might as well stay here; we can
surely protect them.
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