Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-06-22

Mount, sitting close beside the Weasel.
urged the old man to eat and he did
%, with dazed eyes fixed on space.
One thing l began to notice-he no
longer watched Silver Heels with that
humble, devoted. hungering mien of a
guardian hound. He scarcely appeared
10 be aware OF her presence At all.
Once only he spoke, asking what had
become OF his rifle. and Mount. eager
and hopeful. brought his own rife 20
the stricken man. But the Weasel had
already forgotten what he had asked
for, and he glanced at the weapon list
lessly, his hands folded before him Oh
the cloth.
Presently Foxcroft went to the sta
bles to see that our post chaise was
well provisioned for the journey. and
Mount led Renard away to watch the
feed bags filed for our horses proven
der.
Silver Heels, still wrapped In my
riding cloak. laid her slim hand on my
arm, and we walked together TO the
tavern porch.
The road from Boston divides in
front Of the meeting house, forming
two sides of grassy triangle. on the
base OF which stands the meeting
house, facing down the Boston road
Near this village green few armed
men still fingered in the faint light
of dawn. conversing in low voices and
gianclng often down the deserted Bos-
ton road
Family came the far cry through the
misty chill: 1.-The British are coming.
The British are coming
At that same moment our post
chaise numbered around the corner OF
the tavern yard and drew UP before
us. Mount acting as postboy and Fox
croft and the Weasel riding together
In the rear.
Mount apprehended the situation at
a glance. He motioned me to place Sill
yer Heels In the chaise, which l did,
With my eyes still fixed on the foggy
Boston road. .----~- --@--
lis 1t false Alarm inquired Fox
croft anxiously as a few of the mill
tia came running past our chaise. .'Ho,
harrington Hey, Bob Monroe! Ia 1t
true they are coming, ladsr'
Harrington and Monroe, whom I had
met in Boston at the Wild Goose, wav-
ed their arms to us and called out that
II was doubtless true.
Which wayT' cried Foxcroft, stand
ing up IN hts stirrups.
But the militia and minutemen ran
out without answering and joined the
line which was slowly forming on the
green, while an old Louisburg drum
rolled, vibrating generously, and the
ffe's shrill treble pierced the air.
Cardigan, which way are they COM
In his stirrups. "They say there are
redcoats behind us and more in front
Of usr'
'Do those ragged rascals mean to
face British armyT' exclaimed
Mount.
Turn your horses, Jackv' l said,
holding Warlock by the head. Turn
back toward Concordv'
There's redcoats on the Concord
roadv' cried woman. running out Of
a house close by. saw her hurry
across to the village green, carrying a
sack of home nodded bullets.
l flung myself astride Warlock,
wheeled the restless horse and ranged
mp alongside Mount.
Can we not take the Bedford roadr
I asked anxiously.
They say the British are betwixt
MS and the west" replied Mount. His
eyes had begun to burn with steady.
fierce light; he sat astride the Off horse.
cooking and unlocking his rife.
Then we should make for the Bos-
ton roadv' / said impatiently. "Wc
can't stay here"
Look yonderr broke in Foxcroft
excitedly.