The Musket Boys of Old Boston

"Yes, he is the same boy I told you about this morning. See, there is the long-tailed muskrat cap I described to you. See it is certainly the mysterious boy who startled me so h...

Phil Warrington looked over the landscape to trace the source of the echoing shout that had reached his ears. It was getting late in the afternoon, there was no sunlight, but th...

Phil and Andy were very much dismayed at the discovery of the disappearance of their hunting traps. Every boy in Concord who owned a gun was proud of the fact. Lately this senti...

Both Andy and Phil were considerably stirred up by the happenings of the last few minutes. If old Berks had dealt in hints, they were certainly strong ones. His forcible remarks...

That was a great name in those days. It was no wonder that the sight of it impressed Phil and Andy. With a sort of awe they read it, and their interest in the homeless, hunted l...

Burt Noble blew out the candle quickly, but not until Phil had noticed a keen look of alarm in his eyes. Then Burt ran to a window looking down from the front of the building, a...

In the rash of the natural excitement of the moment, Phil Warrington did not realize for some time that they were taking a good deal for granted. Now, as they reached the street...

It was pitch dark, two o'clock in the morning, and the situation was so strongly in contrast with the usual midnight hours spent in sound, healthy sleep under a hospitable roof,...

Something had happened to Phil Warrington as he reached the rear of the town hall building--something unlooked for, sudden and alarming. His trusty chum had seen only part of th...

"I do say it, and I mean it, too," declared Andy Sabine in a vehement tone. "Whew! roar ye winds, and blow ye tempests, blow! I'm chock-full of snow. Oh! it's great to be a hero...

Tacked to the surface was a large sheet of paper. It seemed to be a map. There was a coast line and various stars and dots which seemed to indicate especial points, like cities...

The men came stamping into the room, puffing and panting from their exertion in the deep snow. They indulged in some casual conversation about their journey and their satisfacti...

"Hold on, I'm coming!" cried Andy quickly. He was, indeed, falling clear off the beam. He started a descent, grabbed at a dangling strip of tan bark, and dropped from its end di...

"Then it's the door I'll try next," declared Phil dauntlessly. "I've managed to dig out all the lead that these window bars are sunk in. Give me a two-foot bar of iron or a stou...

Both Phil and Andy stood breathlessly regarding the lad who had been the starting point in all their recent, varied adventures. Burt Noble did not look their way. He appeared mo...

Phil floated until he was sure that Andy had landed all right. Then both struck out for the sailboat, dimly outlined in the night mists at a short distance. They did not look ba...

Ralph Post smiled indulgently at Andy's ferocious patriotic outburst. Phil placed a restraining hand on the shoulder of his excitable comrade. The next instant of thought, howev...

It was a big thing that Phil Warrington and Andy Sabine had done in capturing the consort of the _Vixen_, floating it to safe and secret harborage, and delivering its valuable c...

Ralph drew out the pistol he carried with a quick movement of his hand. Andy poised the heavy cudgel with which he had armed himself. Phil ran forward a few feet to try and get...

"Phil has made a good friend, at any rate," said Ralph. "Sort of adopted you, Phil. Those savage fellows mean something when they take a fancy to a fellow. I'll wager you hear f...

In an incoherent way Andy made it known to his comrades that he had seen Paul Revere at a meeting of the Sons of Liberty at his home at Concord, and that his father had intimate...

The British soldier walked straight up to the yawl, stepped into it, and, his gun still extended, sat down in the stern of the boat. It was all done so easily and naturally, tha...

But Andy Sabine did not answer. Amid a scene of wild riot and turbulence, wreathed with the actual smoke of battle, the centre of a struggling, battling crowd of yeoman and mili...

The two speakers stood in the lower part of the Sabine barn, dimly outlined by a lantern hung from a beam. Overhead, active, rapid footsteps crossed the floor. There was the sou...

Phil Warrington dashed into the barn belonging to Andy Sabine's father, breathless. Andy and his company had just filed down the stairs from the loft. Their leader ran up to the...

Captain Andy Sabine's company consisted of over a dozen boys. All of them had muskets, and most of them knew how to use the firearms, for hunting was a great part of the life of...

"My own squad are all here, Phil. Look to your own Musket Boys. If the tally's right, we'd better take leg bail, for the mischief is done, and--here come the Tories!"

"That's so," returned Andy Sabine. "I meant in the way of caution. Now then, anchor your side of the old raft with your pole, and I'll do the same on my side. We've arrived. Wha...

Phil Warrington went to bed that night with a good deal on his mind. There were many saddening changes that oppressed him. His father was a prisoner. Business and home had been...

The proudest moment in the life of Phil Warrington had arrived. As for Andy Sabine, as he described it later to his friends, he felt that he could keep on fighting for his count...

The patriots had made no mistake in bulking their bravery to teach the Tories a lesson at Bunker Hill. The effects of that event was felt all through the country, not only by th...

"Fellows," replied Andy smartly, his face working with a good deal of excitement, "we were talking about being hungry a little while ago. What would you say, if I told you that...

Into the continental camp a lone juvenile figure had come speeding down the river bank on a mettled steed. It was Burt Noble. He had slipped out of Boston at daybreak. Once acro...