United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction; Wyoming Valley (Pa.) -- History -- Juvenile fiction
“Because you were chosen as the leader, and I hold to it that you boys
shall do the work.”
“When you and Stephen Morley are here it is veriest folly to speak of
me, or any other member of our company, being in command,” I cried, and
Master Bartlett replied, quietly:
“All that may be true, lad, and you still remain the captain. Stephen
Morley is a member of the Continental army, and must leave us soon. I
am not in shape to be called a soldier, else had I enlisted long since;
but there is no reason why I should not stay with the Minute Boys so
long as pleases me, and, not having made an agreement to serve in the
ranks, will be able to leave at any time without taking the chances of
being called a deserter.”
At this point Daniel Hinchman began moving around as if at work, and
Elias Shendle asked what he was doing.
“Getting ready to set out for Forty Fort,” he replied. “There is no
good reason why I should idle away the time here.”
“It would be folly to make any attempt at crossing the river until
after night has come,” I said, and Master Bartlett added:
“With the chance that the story, which the curs whom we frightened are
sure to tell, will bring a large force of the enemy this way, it is
not well that we show ourselves more than may be absolutely necessary
during the hours of daylight. Stay where you are, Daniel Hinchman,
until night has come, and then you may go out through the entrance
which lets on to the river. Stephen Morley and I count on having a look
around from now till dark, after which it shall be your turn.”
I was considerably surprised and very much disgruntled because the old
man was, seemingly, shutting me out from any of the work; but did not
think it well to complain just then, lest it should appear as if I was
trying to assume command of the party while the older men were present.
Half an hour later Stephen Morley and Master Bartlett crept out through
the ruins of the house, after cautioning the remainder of us against
straying from the tunnel until their return, and we were left to pass
the time as best we might.
The majority of the party gave themselves up to slumber, and were wise
in thus taking advantage of the opportunity; but my thoughts strayed so
far into the future, while I speculated on what it might be possible
for us lads to do by way of driving the enemy from the valley, that I
could not have closed my eyes in rest however hard I might try.
Therefore it was that, some time later, when I saw Esther Hinchman
moving about as if searching for something, I joined her, asking what
she would do.
“I was only trying to get a better idea of this queer place where we
appear to be so secure,” she replied, and it pleased me well to go with
her up and down the length of the tunnel, prying here and there to find
more of Eben Towle’s hoardings, until we were come to that end which
gave toward the river.
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