When those had been found, FitzGibbonâs inquiries turned to food items: flour, salt, whisky and tobacco. More soldiers were sent and more barrels and bags and crates were moved through the doors and outside.
âThank you, sir, you have been both an officer and a gentleman,â FitzGibbon said.
âAnd what will become of my men? Are you taking us back as prisoners?â
âThat is not my intent. I am prepared to offer a proposal. We require assistance to transport these provisions back to our boats. Any man who carries his weight and acts with integrity will be released once we reach our vessels,â FitzGibbon said. âYou have my word.â
The American rose to his feet. âAnd the wounded?â
âThey will be allowed to remain. Do you have somebody who can tend to them?â
The American nodded. âI agree to your terms.â He reached out his hand, FitzGibbon offered his, and they shook.
As they continued to stand there, making polite conversation, I was struck by the strangeness of the whole situation. This American officer was offering them assistance to take his supplies. Just a few minutes ago, theyâd been trying to kill each other!
There was one other thing that struck me as odd. These two men, one dressed in a red uniform and the other in blue, could just as easily have been two old friends talking over the rail fence separating their propertiesâeven twobrothers, like my Pa and uncle. And yet the colour of their uniforms meant that in battle they were mortal enemies, each sworn to try to take the life of the other.
âMay I be excused to tend to my men and inform them of your offer?â the American officer asked.
âCertainly.â
They exchanged salutes and the officer was led away by two of our soldiers.
âItâs a shame, isnât it, Tommy?â FitzGibbon said.
âWhat is?â I asked, surprised that heâd directed a question to me.
âAll these supplies and we canât take all of them back across the river. Thereâs much here that would help us and the families of the men along the Niagara.â
âBut we can take a lot.â
âQuite a bit. Some provisions, weapons and ammunition. If we had more time, or more than one wagonââ
âThereâs a wagon?â I interrupted.
âYes, and horses to pull it.â
âBut the wagon will never make it through that path,â I said.
âYouâre right about that. Weâre going to travel along the main road back toward Lewiston as far as we can. If our advance guard meets no opposition weâll travel right to the sight of our first encounter with the militia. Weâll pass the supplies from one man to the next along the trail down the cliff and to the boats. I just wish I had a second wagon so I could have taken away the two twelve-pound cannons and a six-pounder we found. I suppose it has to be enough to knowthat weâve spiked them, ruined them so theyâll never be capable of firing a shot.â
âReady to go, James,â Merritt announced from the far end of the room. âThe prisoners have been assembled, their wounded moved outside the walls, and the wagon is loaded with supplies and our wounded.â
âHave you recalled the pickets from the road to Fort Niagara?â FitzGibbon asked.
âBeing recalled now.â
âGood. Would you please take the main party and proceed down the road? Leave me three men and four horses and weâll set out once weâve completed our work here. I have no doubt weâll overtake you long before you reach the boats.â
âIf you donât, Iâll be back looking for you,â Merritt said.
âCould I stay with you?â I asked FitzGibbon.
âIt would be safer if you were with the main party.â
âIâll stay out of the way,â I pleaded.
FitzGibbon didnât answer immediately.
âWell, James?â Merritt