The Young Continentals at Lexington

The smart little roan mare drew up at the gate of the Cooper place, and Ben Cooper leaned over and lifted the latch with the loop of his riding-whip. The gate was still creaking...

“It’s very likely you’re right,” said he at length. “The expectation of such a thing would act just about that way upon every one--even to children and others who did not unders...

When Nat had arrived at Germantown, some weeks earlier, his place at the office was not yet ready. In order not to be idle he had gone to work in the fields with the hired bands...

Nat Brewster continued to watch the lantern and the two whose way it lighted, until the flame grew faint and flickering; finally a bend in the road hid it altogether.

Bewildered, and a trifle frightened by the nature of the proceedings, Nat Brewster stood by the low wall and listened to the hoof beats as they died away in a muffled rumble. Bu...

“This way,” cried the Porcupine, after a little. “Keep to the left; there’s a gap in the fence at the far side of this field that will let us out upon the main road.”

The two had ridden no great distance from the river when, close to the roadside, they came upon a small wooden house, from a window of which a light was streaming. This in itsel...

“We can dismount just above here,” answered the ready Porcupine. “I’ll lead them down the lane to a field that belongs to Mr. Chew, take down the bars and drive them in.”

The coffee-room was thronged; men sat and stood about as they did in the other rooms; here and there at tables parties were at breakfast; there was also a great comparing of pap...

During the days that followed, Nat Brewster saw a great deal of Ezra Prentiss. One day the latter would ride to Germantown. On the next, perhaps, the cousins would go into the c...

As Nat Brewster heard the Porcupine’s statement, he was surprised and astonished to find that quick words of denial sprang to his lips. The truth was that the merry laugh and ho...

It was high noon next day when Ezra Prentiss slipped Mr. Adams’ private despatch to Dr. Warren into his saddle-bag. Mr. Revere already had the resolutions passed by Congress, an...

Bristol was a fair-sized village upon the west bank of the Delaware, and one very well known to persons upon their way to and from New York. Consequently there was a good inn an...

“Say nothing to any one,” he warned him. “I’ll have the landlady get you a supper and make you up a bed somewhere where you’ll not be noticed. Remember, I don’t even want Ben to...

But that Nat Brewster was not the only one who had noticed something odd in the evening’s proceedings was made evident as they all four ascended the wide stairs of the inn. Lowe...

“What Mr. Revere said upon the stairs as we were going to bed,” said the young New Englander, “made quite an impression upon me. So I had not been buried in the four-poster long...

As Nat Brewster and the dwarf breathlessly watched, the newcomers at the coffee-house in Orange Street were taken in hand by the same attentive servant who had waited upon the b...

“Well, I suppose you have no more doubts now. I guess you’ll think with me that he’d only one reason for going to Master Chew’s house on the night that I saw him there.”

The very next night, Nat Brewster was admitted with all due formality to membership of that devoted band of patriots known as the “Sons of Liberty,” of which Paul Revere was a l...

Nat gazed up in assumed astonishment at the two excited faces that bent over him. He knew that the dwarf was safely away, and all his native coolness returned to him.

It was about the time that Revere and the Porcupine first sighted the troops on the Common that Nat Brewster heard a rattling at his prison door; lifting his head he saw it open...

For an instant only did Nat Brewster stand still; the British battalion, pushing forward, forced him on. But as the boy still remained at his side, Nat clutched him by the arm a...