One bright day in May he reached Eagle Bridge, as the point is still called, when he saw a number of men carrying muskets half concealed, and walking toward the mountains. He kept up with them, eager to know where they were going and what was their errand. They sat down under some trees to eat their mid-day meal, and Eben crept close to them. "We'll bag the two to-day, just see if we don't," said one of the men. "Zounds! I'd give a crown to have Ethan Allen in a line with my musket." "You are more likely to look down the barrel of his," retorted another, laughing. "We'll surprise him. You see, the governor has waited until the Green Mountain Boys, as they call themselves, got tired, and then he sends us; 'cause why? There isn't another sheriff in the colony as could bag a fellow like that same Allen." "Do you know the way to his farm?" "Yes, every turn in the road. We shall reach there soon after sunset, and then I'll walk right up to him, and say: 'In the name of the king, surrender!' and he will be so surprised that he will almost drop dead with fright." "But suppose he is not alone?" "He will be; at least, there will only be the young boys, and they will not fight." "He will not expect us." "No; and, seeing so many, all armed, he will surrender at once. Then we go to Seth Warner's place, and he might show fight, for there are two others live with him, but we will silence him by keeping Allen in the front rank, so that, if he shoots, he has to kill the leader first. Ha, ha, ha! It will be as good as play-acting, and the fun will be something to talk about as long as we live." "Aren't you afraid to leave this wallet on the grass?" asked one of the men. "I shouldn't forget it, for in that wallet is the order to eject and capture one Ethan Allen, a rebel and traitor." Every word was heard by Eben Pike. "If I could get that wallet!" he thought; but it was kept pretty close to the sheriff. Eben crawled a little nearer, sheltered by the thick undergrowth of the wood. He cut a long stick and-held it ready to use if he should be discovered, for he fancied they would not be very lenient with him if he should be caught. The sheriff and his posse sat talking, and telling of their deeds of daring. Each one seemed to try to out-bid the other for bravery. The conversation became animated, and a strange idea entered the listener's head. He crawled still nearer, taking care that he did not move far without resting, so that he might be sure he was not observed. He pushed his stick a little closer to the wallet, and found that he only needed to be six inches nearer. After a little more inaction he wriggled his body a few inches farther, and then, quickly and almost silently, with his stick drew the wallet toward him. He secured it, and fastened it under his vest, the safest place he could think of. Backward he crawled, as noiselessly as possible, until he reached a clump of sumach bushes. Then he rose to his feet and ran.