and camped closer to the river so we could leave the following night. I felt scaredânot that something was going to happen to me, but about not being able to find the trail. It had been four years since that summer, and trails can disappear quickly if theyâre not used. Besides, Iâd only been out on the trails during the day, and weâd be travelling by night. It would be awful if they trusted me to lead them and I couldnât. They would all think I had been full of bluster. Like my Pa always said, an empty barrel makes the loudest sound. The lump in my stomach got bigger.
âFeeling nervous?â FitzGibbon asked me.
âSome.â
âItâs not too late to change your mind. You can remain with the boats.â
âYou need me to find the trail.â
âWeâll find the trail with or without you,â he said.
âBut . . .â It suddenly dawned on me. âYou donât want me to be here, do you?â
He didnât say anything for a moment.
âItâs true. Iâd rather you had stayed at the DeCew farm,â he said then. âBut you know the terrain, and that knowledge might save the lives of my men and those of William Merritt.â
Before I could respond the boat ran against something and I was rocked forward. I stood up and saw that weâd hit rocks just off the shore. Some of the men pulled their oars out of the water and used them as poles to push off the rocks. Then one man, holding a rope, jumped into the waist-deepwater and waded to shore. Two others jumped in after him, followed by FitzGibbon. The boat was pushed and pulled forward then until it was safely beached. Wordlessly, the rest of the men got out of the boat. Each held his gun, powder and shot high above his head. If water got to any of those, then the muskets would be useless.
I climbed out and into the water. A shiver went up my spine that had more to do with fear than the coldness of the water. I couldnât help but think of FitzGibbonâs offer. Maybe I should stay by the boats. Then I thought about all the other times Iâd crossed this river before. Always during the day, and always with my Pa at my side. I wondered where he was now. All I knew for sure was that wherever he was, he was doing his part to defeat the Americans, and I had to do my part too. Iâd lead them to the trails.
âDo you know where we are, Tommy?â FitzGibbon asked.
âI think so. We came in a bit father down river than I thought we should. Weâll have to backtrack along the shore . . . maybe half a mile.â
âMcNab, Jamison and Johnson are to stay with the boat. Alexander, I want you to take a party of two and go downstream to locate the other boats. Lead them back this way. Weâll be at the top of the heights waiting,â FitzGibbon said.
I looked out over the water and didnât see anything. I remembered what Iâd heard about the current being strong.
âAll others come with me.â
I took to FitzGibbonâs side and together we started to lead.
During the time it took us to cross the river the moon had risen higher in the sky. It threw off a little more light, which allowed me to recognized our location. A flat strip of land was wedged between the water and the cliff. There were very few trees or even bushes. That made the trip easy; of course, it also meant no cover to hide behind. I could picture unseen eyes peering down at us as we moved. I was pleased, at least, that the mist was spilling over the river and onto the flats.
âThe path isnât far from here,â I said after weâd walked for awhile. âIt branches off the road that runs along the top.â
âGood. Tommy, I want you to head back to theââ
âI thought I was going as far as the path?â
FitzGibbon paused. In the dark I couldnât read his expression.
âLast two in line stay here and direct the coming parties to follow