his beloved Carl on the other, forgot that he had ever been a Quaker,
hating strife. Not that he loved it now; but, remembering that these
were the deadly foes of his country, and of those he loved, and feeling
it a righteous duty to exterminate them, he went to the work, not like
an apprentice, but a master,--without fear, self-possessed, impetuous,
kindled with fierce excitement.

The rebels in the sink, fifteen in number, had had time to rally from
their panic; and they now seemed inclined to make resistance. They were
behind a natural breastwork, similar to that which had sheltered the
patriots on the other side. They levelled their guns hastily and fired.
One of the patriots fell: it was Withers.

"Give it to them!" shouted Pomp.

"Every cussed scoundrel of 'em!" Stackridge cried.

"Kill! kill! kill!" shrieked Cudjo.

"Surrender! surrender!" thundered Penn.

With such cries they charged over the rocks, straight at the faces and
breasts of the confederates. Some turned to fly; but beyond them was the
unknown darkness into which the river flowed: they recoiled aghast from
that. A few stood their ground. The bayonet, which Penn had first made
acquaintance with when it was thrust at his own breast, he shoved
through the shoulder of a rebel whose clubbed musket was descending on
Carl's head. Three inches of the blade come out of his back; and,
bearing him downwards in his irresistible onset, Penn literally pinned
him to the ground. Cudjo slashed another hideously across the face with
the sword. Pomp took the first prisoner: it was Dan Pepperill. The rest
soon followed Dan's example, cried quarter, and threw down their arms.

"Quarter!" gasped the wretch Penn had pinned.

"You spoke too late--I am sorry!" said Penn, with austere pity, as,
placing his foot across the man's armpit to hold him while he pulled, he
put forth his strength, and drew out the steel. A gush of blood
followed, and, with a groan, the soldier swooned.

"It is one of them wagabonds that gave you the tar and fedders!" said
Carl.

"And assisted at my hanging afterwards!" added Penn, remembering the
ghastly face.

Thus retribution followed these men. Gad and Griffin he had seen dead.
Was it any satisfaction for him to feel that he was thus avenged? I
think, not much. The devil of revenge had no place in his soul; and
never for any personal wrong he had received would he have wished to see
bloody violence done.

The prisoners were disarmed