United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction; Wyoming Valley (Pa.) -- History -- Juvenile fiction
On the heels of such fact came to me the belief that the time was now
at hand when our company of Minute Boys might be able to give further
proof that they could play the part of soldiers nearly as well as men.
In this tunnel of Eben Towle’s we would be securely hidden in the very
heart of the valley, keeping in touch with those who remained at Forty
Fort, and it would go hard, indeed, if we did not give good account of
ourselves before Butler’s wolves returned to Johnson Hall.
Giles March would have gone at once to the mouth of the tunnel, in
order to see for himself that which I had found, but Master Bartlett
prevented him by saying, sharply:
“None of that, lad! We went in and out of the cave without heed to
leaving a trail, thinking none of Butler’s curs would come upon us
there, and yet they found the hiding-place. To go in simply to gratify
your curiosity will be to leave just so many more invitations for those
who are prowling around to have a look at it. We will first see what
can be done toward opening an entrance from the ruins, so that we may
get the helpless ones inside without leaving a sign-board behind them.”
There is no good reason why I should set down all we said while trying
to decide just what it was best to do at once; it is enough if I
say that after more talk than I believed necessary, in view of the
situation, it was decided that we could not bring down the women and
children during the night, owing to all the difficulties, and it would
not be safe to do so next day, because of the possibility that the
savages might come sooner than we expected.
It seemed better they remain in the cave until we had beaten off the
Indians when they made the next attack, and this we believed would
be a comparatively easy matter, if the plans already formed should
be carried out. Therefore it was agreed that Master Bartlett should
spend the night at the ruins, making an entrance through them to the
tunnel, while Giles March and I went back to get so many of the party
as Stephen Morley thought best after we had explained to him all the
situation.
Night had come before we arrived at this decision, and we two lads
started at once, travelling swiftly because it did not seem probable
there was any danger, and with light hearts, owing to the hopes for the
future which had so lately been born.
It was near to midnight when we were come to the fringe of bushes
which screened the entrance of the cave; but immediately I sounded the
catbird’s note, it was replied to without delay, and in another instant
Esther Hinchman came out to meet us.
“I persuaded Master Morley and Daniel to take some rest, while I stood
guard,” she began, and I interrupted by asking sharply:
“Why did not Miles Parker do his share of the duty?”
“He was sleeping so soundly that it seemed a pity to awaken him when
I was fit for the work; but where is Master Bartlett?” she asked in
alarm, noting for the first time that he was not with us.
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