United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
Master Lord came down the ladder with a noisy welcome, as if it pleased
him to see us thus apparently contented, and before he had an
opportunity to make any remark, Hiram asked in a tone of curiosity:
"May it be night or day, Master Lord? We have been shut in here so long
without seeing a ray of light that it has come to be a matter of no
little importance to us."
"It is nigh to nine of the clock, when all found loitering on the street
without a pass will be taken into custody, else I would have remained
abroad later, for I am hoping most earnestly to seek out some way by
which you can aid your comrade."
"Was it last night that we came here?" Hiram continued, as if prompted
solely by curiosity.
"Not so; nearly eight and forty hours have passed since you arrived."
"Hiram guessed rightly, as he nearly always contrives to do," I said to
myself, and then Master Lord asked:
"Why are you so interested in the time of day? Since you must perforce
remain here idle while I am cutting out the work for you, it is of no
especial importance whether the sun or the moon is shining."
"Aye, that may be," Hiram replied reflectively; "but you see yonder
sleepy heads declared they would turn in because another night had
surely come, and I was trying to persuade them they would be spending
the day in slumber, which as I look at the matter is wrong, even though
we may not venture out."
Master Lord appeared to be content with this explanation, and at once
began telling of what he had heard on the street regarding General
Gage's probable plans, giving no very important news save the fact that
our people were sending troops to this post and that in the work of
besieging the town, and it was understood by the Britishers that they
were much the same as held fast, without means of leaving Boston, save
they chose to beat a retreat by water.
"It stands to reason General Gage could not do anything of that kind,
however much he might desire it," our double-faced host explained. "It
is true he is not advancing the king's work by staying here, yet to
evacuate the town would be to admit that the Americans had beaten him by
that victory which he claims at Breed's hill."
Then he went on with a lot of words intended, as I fancied, rather to
keep us quiet in mind than for any other purpose, and, giving but little
heed to his talk, I tried in vain to guess why he wished to hold us in
this place rather than turn all four over to the Britishers immediately,
as I doubted not but that he intended to do finally.
He remained mayhap half an hour talking with Hiram, for neither Harvey
nor Archie ventured to take part in the conversation, and giving no heed
to me. If the dummy we proposed to make had been in my place, and I on
the outside, he would have remained in ignorance of the fact.
"If he could thus be deceived once, why not twice or thrice?" and I said
to myself that Hiram Griffin had worked out a plan as nearly perfect as
anything of the kind could be reckoned.
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