Anyway, they let us go. They was headed for Newbury but we fooled 'em, maybe we fooled 'em. Said the militia's all turned out to Newbury, crowded with soldiers, waitin' for 'em. Pretended we knew they was coming. I didn't stick around to see which way they went.
Captain says warn the towns south and meet back at Bradford.
So yer warned. Maybe they'll come through here. I thought Ethan Allen and the political boys was talking peace with Canada. Well, if that's true, this bunch ain't got the word yet. The man chewed on cold roast bear between sentences, taking a long pause to put away a mug of precious, rock hard cider.