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6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
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Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"Sorry, sir - we can follow the tracks if you want us to, but I don't think we'm goin' to catch them as made 'em," Cotton said, jogging up to make his report. "Is... Is he goin' to be all right, sir?" he added, looking down at the man on the ground in concern.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"I imagine this might depend on when the surgeon arrives. Call of the search - I don't want the line thinned out. We can follow the tracks later."
He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed it against the wound, trying to slow the blood.
"Somebody find some cloth or something to make a compress! Grass if nothing else is there!", he shouted to the soldiers, then turned to the man again, his voice now soft and unthreatening.
"Are you Senhor Lopez da Almeida? Cotton, press down here - I'll take the letter."
He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed it against the wound, trying to slow the blood.
"Somebody find some cloth or something to make a compress! Grass if nothing else is there!", he shouted to the soldiers, then turned to the man again, his voice now soft and unthreatening.
"Are you Senhor Lopez da Almeida? Cotton, press down here - I'll take the letter."
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"No.." The man answered at the question. He was of course not the Senhor Lopez da Almeida. "Estefania... " He wondered if the man was perhaps not the correct Torrington he was looking for, although he had been told it was an engineer, and this one had been introduced as such.
"Important." He said more quietly.
"Important." He said more quietly.
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Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"Bloody hell," Cotton muttered, dropping to his knees to press the cloth against the wound as ordered. "You'll be all right," he said to the man on the ground. He thought he'd heard him speaking English to the Engineer but wasn't entirely sure if he had or not. Still, a calming tone was a calming tone in any language.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
The engineer looked up sharply at the name, his gaze suddenly loosing much of its softness.
"Estefania ...? Senhora Lopez de Almeida? What happened to her?"
He quickly extracted the letter and opened it. As he read, his face seemed to shut down, all emotions vanishing behind a well-practiced haughtiness. When he was finished, he seemed to be deeply thinking for a moment, then he folded the letter and put it away.
In a deceptively mild voice, he said:
"Don't worry. I will take care of this."
"Estefania ...? Senhora Lopez de Almeida? What happened to her?"
He quickly extracted the letter and opened it. As he read, his face seemed to shut down, all emotions vanishing behind a well-practiced haughtiness. When he was finished, he seemed to be deeply thinking for a moment, then he folded the letter and put it away.
In a deceptively mild voice, he said:
"Don't worry. I will take care of this."
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
Agostinho stared at Cotton momentarily. The uniform again had not been the usual red, but he recognised this one better. He remembered having seen them and even the officer to whom they once delivered a tent or what was it.
He closed his eyes briefly then opened them again. He knew a sparse word in English but he understood that Cotton - his tone calming and kind - meant him no harm and he was helping him, as he pressed on the wound.
The rush of adrenaline was ebbing away. He had managed to achieve what he had come to do. "She...taken captive." He said in halting Spanish. He did not need to say more. The lord had read the letter written in her hand. A surgeon was coming. He was still far, but he was certainly lumbering in their direction at last!
He closed his eyes briefly then opened them again. He knew a sparse word in English but he understood that Cotton - his tone calming and kind - meant him no harm and he was helping him, as he pressed on the wound.
The rush of adrenaline was ebbing away. He had managed to achieve what he had come to do. "She...taken captive." He said in halting Spanish. He did not need to say more. The lord had read the letter written in her hand. A surgeon was coming. He was still far, but he was certainly lumbering in their direction at last!
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Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"Not for much longer", Torrington answered quietly. He took the man's hand and pressed it reassuringly for a moment, then stood up.
"I have to go to deal with this. Trust these men - they will see you well."
The engineer stood up; brushing off his knees, he asked haltingly:"Is she ...well?"
He had heard the stories, and though he was trying to prepare himself, h did not dare to look at the man.
As Torrington made room, Freddie slipped into his place, a thick pad of cloth-covered moss in his hand and an assortment of bandanas and other stripes of cloth he had collected from various riflemen.
"Should we ... bind him up?", he asked Cotton. "Or wait for the doctor?"
"I have to go to deal with this. Trust these men - they will see you well."
The engineer stood up; brushing off his knees, he asked haltingly:"Is she ...well?"
He had heard the stories, and though he was trying to prepare himself, h did not dare to look at the man.
As Torrington made room, Freddie slipped into his place, a thick pad of cloth-covered moss in his hand and an assortment of bandanas and other stripes of cloth he had collected from various riflemen.
"Should we ... bind him up?", he asked Cotton. "Or wait for the doctor?"
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
Pye slowly approached Cotton and Torrington and the wounded man on the ground. He was there just soon enough to hear of the plans that might be set in motion and blinked questionably at Cotton.
He had not found the sort of pads that Freddie had, but went to offer anything else that he could offer at their disposal. That, and while the two rifleman was busy and the officer was up, they were still in danger of getting shot!
His rifle rested in his hands when he eyed the officer again.
The wounded man nodded slowly. He seemed glad that the officer would sort it out and help her, but also that there was a glimmer of hope for him. "She..is not injured." He answered quietly. But he did not know neither how long it would remain so, nor what the men might eventually consider trying.
Pye hesitated, not understanding the conversation between the two, but seeing resolve in Torrington. "Sir.... t' surgeon's on the way... will you come with us to get him back to camp, sir?"
He had not found the sort of pads that Freddie had, but went to offer anything else that he could offer at their disposal. That, and while the two rifleman was busy and the officer was up, they were still in danger of getting shot!
His rifle rested in his hands when he eyed the officer again.
The wounded man nodded slowly. He seemed glad that the officer would sort it out and help her, but also that there was a glimmer of hope for him. "She..is not injured." He answered quietly. But he did not know neither how long it would remain so, nor what the men might eventually consider trying.
Pye hesitated, not understanding the conversation between the two, but seeing resolve in Torrington. "Sir.... t' surgeon's on the way... will you come with us to get him back to camp, sir?"
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"Sir - you ain't goin' on your own?!" Cotton looked up for a moment, shock clearly written across his face. Belatedly he nodded at Rottlaender. "Yes. Well, it can't hurt to bind the wound up for now, though I dunno whether the ball's still in it."
He was not going probing for it if it was; he was not a surgeon and did not have the correct instruments, or the knowledge, for such things.
He was not going probing for it if it was; he was not a surgeon and did not have the correct instruments, or the knowledge, for such things.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"I believe it is custom in these cases to follow instructions, Cotton ...", the engineer absentmindedly. He was already contemplating how he could get enough money together to pay the ransom. While the sum was no problem, the demand that it was all in Spanish coin would be somewhat more difficult to meet.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"Ain't had any, 'part from the one I'm followin' already, sir," Cotton responded stoutly. "Captain Vick'ry'll have the skin off me back if I let you go off on your own an' you get into trouble," he added.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
Torrington looked up sharply, an angry line on his brow.
"Then you will get some now: Stay here, keep the piquet line intact, and assist this man to the best of your abilities until the surgeon no longer needs you. Understood?"
"Then you will get some now: Stay here, keep the piquet line intact, and assist this man to the best of your abilities until the surgeon no longer needs you. Understood?"
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"Then....we can come with you, sir?" Pye piped in, just as the surgeon arrived. The man began to fuss over the injured man, first checking for the number of injuries and after that for the type and what he could do and which was the one he was supposed to treat first or else loose the patient all together.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"It says to come alone!", Torrington burst out angrily. "Otherwise they will hurt Senhora da Almeida. Don't you understand? If they see one scrap of a soldier, they will put a bullet in her head!"
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"I..." Cotton glanced up, noticed the expression on Captain Torrington's face and abruptly closed his mouth, thinking better of what he was going to say. "Yessir." He looked back down at the man on the ground, thinking rapidly.
He was the best shot there, but there was no way he could disobey a direct order to stay with Torrington, not now.
He sighed. "Um, sir... we'm Riflemen. Someone can cover you from under cover out o' sight, sir."
He was the best shot there, but there was no way he could disobey a direct order to stay with Torrington, not now.
He sighed. "Um, sir... we'm Riflemen. Someone can cover you from under cover out o' sight, sir."
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"And do what? As good as you are, you have only one bullet. You shoot one, the others shoot her!"
While he still seemed rather angry, it became clear that it was directed more at the situation than at Cotton, and at least the engineer seemed to be willing to stay put for the moment.
While he still seemed rather angry, it became clear that it was directed more at the situation than at Cotton, and at least the engineer seemed to be willing to stay put for the moment.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"Not if... Not if I borrow Rottlaender and Pye's rifles an' they'm already loaded, sir," Cotton said. He was taking a risk in arguing with an officer in this fashion, but he was not going to let Captain Torrington go haring off who knew where, with no sort of support or anything.
"An' I wouldn't do anythin' unless there was no help at all for it, sir," he added, and wondered if the Senhora wouldn't run someone through the second there was a distraction.
"An' I wouldn't do anythin' unless there was no help at all for it, sir," he added, and wondered if the Senhora wouldn't run someone through the second there was a distraction.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
Pye observed the argument silently. He knew he and Freddie could try to be of help by reloading rifles in quick succession but he would not pipe up now. He saw that the officer's temper was up and he truly did not with to pour his dose of oil to the fire.
Instead he turned towards the injured man and had to move out of the way, as the surgeon ordered him carried back into camp.
Instead he turned towards the injured man and had to move out of the way, as the surgeon ordered him carried back into camp.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"No, if we'd do this, we would need at least one more person who can fire simultaneously, even if you have some loaded rifles. And anyway, I can't take you! You are supposed to hold the piquet line here, and then do whatever Vickery has ordered you to do."
He bit down hard on his teeth, pulling a face. More quietly, he continued:
"I'll have to tell him anyway, won't I? The only way to get enough Spanish money is to beg, steal or borrow any bit my fellow officers have on them."
He bit down hard on his teeth, pulling a face. More quietly, he continued:
"I'll have to tell him anyway, won't I? The only way to get enough Spanish money is to beg, steal or borrow any bit my fellow officers have on them."
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
The surgeon was here to look at the wounded man now, which meant Cotton could get to his feet. He did so, absent-mindedly wiping his bloodied hands on his trousers.
"Well, sir, I ain't the only swaddy in the 60th who can hide in a bush, sir, though I wouldn't take Pye or Rottlaender yet - they'm still learnin' it, is all - but I do know that Captain Vick'ry'd want you to have the best men with you." He shrugged. "An' I really don't mean to sound big-headed, sir, but I'm the best shot in the Comp'ny, though the rest of 'em ain't ezackly bad."
He took a breath. "An' if you'm on your own, sir, what's to stop the Frogs shootin' you, shootin' her an' goin' off with the money anyway?"
"Well, sir, I ain't the only swaddy in the 60th who can hide in a bush, sir, though I wouldn't take Pye or Rottlaender yet - they'm still learnin' it, is all - but I do know that Captain Vick'ry'd want you to have the best men with you." He shrugged. "An' I really don't mean to sound big-headed, sir, but I'm the best shot in the Comp'ny, though the rest of 'em ain't ezackly bad."
He took a breath. "An' if you'm on your own, sir, what's to stop the Frogs shootin' you, shootin' her an' goin' off with the money anyway?"
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
Pye searched his pockets and tugged his pouch free. It was the one where he had stored the money he was given by Torrington to him not too long ago. He had not spent much of it, though he had wanted to buy himself cake. It was more due to the lack of opportunity than anything else. He was just waiting for the right moment.
He took a few steps closer rather shyly. He knew he could not help, like Cotton could. The other man was the finest shot and neither he nor Freddie could compare, however, he had heard the officer mutter something about money. Money he had!
"Sir." He said and held the small pouch out. He no longer held the coin in the letter, though the letter had not been thrown away but safely stored. It had his name on it and he needed to practice those scribbles! "..This s' t' coin fer... this'un that you need. Here." He said. "N' you take Cotton with you. He's really fine.. and someone of t' others that can shoot nearly as good so that they can both protect you." He smiled.
He took a few steps closer rather shyly. He knew he could not help, like Cotton could. The other man was the finest shot and neither he nor Freddie could compare, however, he had heard the officer mutter something about money. Money he had!
"Sir." He said and held the small pouch out. He no longer held the coin in the letter, though the letter had not been thrown away but safely stored. It had his name on it and he needed to practice those scribbles! "..This s' t' coin fer... this'un that you need. Here." He said. "N' you take Cotton with you. He's really fine.. and someone of t' others that can shoot nearly as good so that they can both protect you." He smiled.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
Torrington looked oddly touched. He thought for a second, then said carefully:
"Thank you, Pye. If you really want, I will take the Spanish coins. I am sure Senhora de Almeida will pay you back in full as soon as she is able to."
If not, he would, but he felt he had not the right to deny Pye if he wanted to help, however little.
Freddie pulled at Pye's sleeve, needing a bit of a translation, but he too had his little money pouch pulled out from under his shirt.
Torrington squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then asked Cotton:
"Will they be sending additional men now that somebody has reported back?"
He hated that he still did not know these things, but he thought it better to ask Cotton (who probably had as low an opinion of his soldierly abilities as he could have anyway) than loose time with guessing and wrong decisions.
"Thank you, Pye. If you really want, I will take the Spanish coins. I am sure Senhora de Almeida will pay you back in full as soon as she is able to."
If not, he would, but he felt he had not the right to deny Pye if he wanted to help, however little.
Freddie pulled at Pye's sleeve, needing a bit of a translation, but he too had his little money pouch pulled out from under his shirt.
Torrington squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then asked Cotton:
"Will they be sending additional men now that somebody has reported back?"
He hated that he still did not know these things, but he thought it better to ask Cotton (who probably had as low an opinion of his soldierly abilities as he could have anyway) than loose time with guessing and wrong decisions.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
Cotton nodded firmly. "Yes, sir."
He would have to find a way of teaching the officer, or telling Captain Vickery to teach him, things he would need to know. Without embarrassing him, or somehow making him feel foolish for not knowing. It wasn't as though the Engineer had experience of the Rifles' methods anyway... Cotton had decided to treat him a little like an inexperienced Ensign newly arrived with the Army.
"What do you want us to do, sir?" he asked.
He would have to find a way of teaching the officer, or telling Captain Vickery to teach him, things he would need to know. Without embarrassing him, or somehow making him feel foolish for not knowing. It wasn't as though the Engineer had experience of the Rifles' methods anyway... Cotton had decided to treat him a little like an inexperienced Ensign newly arrived with the Army.
"What do you want us to do, sir?" he asked.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"I do sir." Pye waited for Torrington to take the money that he wanted. He could as well have taken the whole pouch and Pye would not protest. He had observed curiously afterwards wondering what the officer would do next.
At the same time he mulled over places that could provide with more coin that it seemed the officer dearly needed. He was quite surprised actually, that Torrington even needed any money. In his opinion Officers were like pots of gold. Never without it, never empty.
At the same time he mulled over places that could provide with more coin that it seemed the officer dearly needed. He was quite surprised actually, that Torrington even needed any money. In his opinion Officers were like pots of gold. Never without it, never empty.
Re: 6th August 1809, afternoon: Ransom
"As soon as they are here, detail enough men to help the surgeon carry the man back. Then collect whoever you think is needed. Bring them, Rottlaender and Pye to Captain Vickery's tent. I'll tell him what has happened. Bring my horses, and blankets and dressings as well. Even if this should go well, the hostages might be in a bad shape."
The engineer took a deep breath, then quickly sorted out the few reales in Pye's pouch, and on Freddie's inststance in his, too. He made a careful note of the value in his book and pocketed the money, then mounted his horse again.
The engineer took a deep breath, then quickly sorted out the few reales in Pye's pouch, and on Freddie's inststance in his, too. He made a careful note of the value in his book and pocketed the money, then mounted his horse again.
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