The Minute Boys of Long Island : $b A story of New York in 1776 as told by Ephraim LyttleOtis, James
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The Minute Boys of Long Island : $b A story of New York in 1776 as told by Ephraim Lyttle
Otis, James
New York (State) -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
Abel appeared to think there was nothing further to be said about the
prisoners, and we talked of what the American troops were doing in the
way of making ready for an attack upon the town, until Seth had another
hearty meal ready for our eating.
When due attention had been given to this, Sam and I were set ashore in
the skiff by Seth, and our return journey was begun.
It would have pleased both of us to visit our parents; but because of
having brought in the prisoners it seemed like too much of a risk,
owing to the fact that if any of our Tory neighbors became aware of
our stopping at home for ever so short a time, it might be set down as
proof that Master Garratt and father had had some hand in the capture
of Luther and Ezra.
“We can’t afford to take the chances,” Sam said as he looked longingly
in the direction of home, and then set his face resolutely toward the
trail, I following in his footsteps.
CHAPTER X.
IMPORTANT INFORMATION.
Fortune favored us on this tramp across the island. We met with no
person, either enemy or friend, owing to the fact of our avoiding the
highways, and within two miles of the spot we had selected in which to
do our spyin’ came across Abraham on his way to the sloop.
It was much like finding a needle in a hay-stack, this meeting him
in the thicket by accident, and I hailed it as a good augury for the
future, causing Abraham to laugh heartily when the thought was put into
words.
“It’s like all of these ‘good luck signs,’ brought about by intention.
I have had my ears open for you lads from the time of settin’ out, an’,
with a fair idea of the course that would naturally be followed, it
might have been more strange had we not come together.”
“Have you anythin’ of importance to report?”
“No; everythin’ is much as when you left. The Britishers seem to be
makin’ good headway with their boat-buildin’, an’ are workin’ like
beavers. So far as I could make out they’re not spendin’ much time
tryin’ to learn what our people are doin’, which is accounted for by
the fact of their bein’ in such force that it seems like an easy task
to overcome us when the preparations have been made.”
Then Abe asked concerning what we had done with the prisoners, and,
promising to return at the earliest possible moment to set my mind at
rest regarding what General Putnam might say about our tackling Tories
when we were ordered to spy upon the enemy, continued on his way,
halting an instant later to cry out:
“I found a snug place in which to hide. Look just under the hill for a
hole!”
We were at a loss to understand his meaning until having arrived at
what we considered our station, and then we found what might be called
a cave, although in reality it was nothing better than a place hollowed
out by the water. It would serve to screen us from view of any who
might creep up as Luther and Ezra had done, however, and we counted it
a fortunate find.
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