“Dot is so. But ve must not let dem see us.” Just at this moment some redcoats emerged from the house beyond where the two soldiers stood, and they were talking excitedly. “They’ve gone into the swamp, that’s certain,” the two heard one of the redcoats say. “And we’ll follow them. We’ll have that plunder, in spite of the trick they have played. We’ll follow them into the swamp.” Tim and Fritz dropped to the ground, close beside the building, and remained there till the redcoats had come forth from the houses and had all set out in a direction which the two supposed led to the swamp, and then they rose and followed. “We’ll kape afther thim, me bye,” said Tim. “Yah, ve vill do dot, Tim, und maybe ve gan do somedings to help der settlers, alretty.” They followed the redcoats to the edge of the swamp, and remained concealed till the British soldiers lighted a torch and set out along the tortuous path into the swamp. Then they sat down, to wait and discuss the situation. “There’s goin’ to be a foight over in the swamp, Dootchy, an’ we won’t be in it,” said Tim, regretfully. “Yah,” agreed Fritz. “I vould lige to take a hand in dot fighd, but ve gouldn’t keep on der path in der dark, alretty.” “No, we’ll have to stay here an’ wait till the ridcoats come back, Oi guiss,” said Tim. CHAPTER X—To the Rescue They had been sitting there perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, watching the torch carried by the leader of the British force bobbing about in the swamp, when they suddenly heard voices right near them. The next moment they saw several dark forms making their way through the timber. The two listened to the conversation of the strangers, and learned that they were Tories, on their way to the home of a patriot, one John Santon, who, it seemed, had taken into his home a patriot school-teacher, after the latter had been given a coat of tar and feathers. The Tories were going to take the teacher out, give him a whipping, and then give him twenty-four hours to get out of that part of the country. The Tories were walking at a slow pace, and so the two patriots gained the above information before the party was out of hearing. “Sure, an’ what do ye say to followin’ thim rascals an’ thryin’ to spoil their game, Fritz?” asked Tim. “I think dot is der thing to do, Tim,” was the reply. “Der retgoads vill not be back here for a long while, und ve can’t do anything to dena when dey do come, for dere are too many uf dem.” “Roight ye are, an’ mebby we can help the fellow what thim rapscallions are talkin’ av takin’ out an’ whippin’.” “Mebby so, Tim. Ve vill try id, uf you say so.” “Well, Oi do say so. Let’s follow thim, me bye.” So they rose, promptly set out on the trail of the Tories, and were soon close enough to them to hear their conversation. As it was pretty dark, there was not much danger of their being discovered.