United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
"It wouldn't do a little bit of harm if you were wholly dead; but we're
not counting on starving either of you, so depend upon it that your
stomachs shall be filled, for when we once set out, having Silas
Brownrigg in our company, you will be called on to step mighty lively."
I looked at Hiram questioningly, asking, so far as was possible with my
eyes, whether he was wild enough to think of hampering us with these
prisoners, and he nodded in a way to show that he was not minded to have
any argument regarding it.
"Aye, lad, if I read your face aright, that's exactly what I do count
on doing. There is no better place for hatching a scheme than over a
cook-stove when you have plenty with which to work, as I had this
afternoon, and I've got an idea that it won't be such a terrible hard
matter to land these fellows in Cambridge. If so be everything goes to
my liking, you will soon understand that it is as easy to take the
prisoners, as to go alone."
I knew that Hiram did not care to discuss whatsoever plan he might have
in mind while the prisoners might hear him, and therefore held my peace;
but when we were done with feasting because it was impossible to eat any
more, I beckoned him to follow me into the room above, where I asked
what mad scheme he had hit upon.
"It may come to naught, lad, therefore we won't discuss it; but I'm
going out around the town a bit, and you can bar the door after me. I'll
knock twice on the window shutter when I come back."
"Going out in the daytime?" I cried sharply. "Show yourself in this town
where you are like to be taken into custody? Don't, Hiram, don't take
foolish risks now when, by being careful, we have plain sailing before
us!"
"I'm not taking chances," he replied doggedly. "You must remember that
my face is not known here as yours is, and with what I have in my pocket
who will dare put aught of hindrance in my way?"
"The first officer you come across may know Job Lord well, and, finding
you in possession of a document which belongs to him, will come here
without delay."
"Since when have officers taken a hand in such matters, save after a man
was already in the custody of the watch or the patrol?" Hiram asked
scornfully. "You know, lad, that all I have to fear is the possibility
of coming in contact with a squad of lobster backs in charge of a
corporal or a sergeant, and if I can't shut their eyes it is high time I
was taken to the Bridewell."
It was useless for me to argue against his purpose, whatever that might
be, for the fellow was determined, and even though I had gone down on my
knees to him he would have done that which he said.
He was not sparing of strength when he thrust me back from him as he
began to unbar the door and I would have hindered him; but said as I
staggered against the wall almost overthrown:
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