After traveling a mile or two the young scouts came to a break in the forest, where the big trees gave place to low bushes covered with wild berries.
“Here is our breakfast,” Late said, helping himself to the sweet, delicious fruit. Joe followed his example, and not until their keen appetites were somewhat appeased did the boys resume their journey.
“I don’t s’pose blueberries are very lastin’,” Joe muttered as they went on, “but they are better than nothin’.”
“They’ll last until we get somethin’ more substantial,” his companion replied, as he turned sharply into a rough cart path.
“Where does this lead to?” Joe asked.
“I don’t know any more than you do,” was the answer; “but it will bring us to a settlement of some kind, where we can get help.”
“What if the owner is a Tory?”
“Then we’ll be Tories,” was the decisive response. “We need food, arms, and clothes, an’ some friend or foe must furnish them.”
Latham was evidently fast approaching a desperate mood.
Before many moments they arrived at a cultivated field, and saw below them a valley of considerable size, in which were a large house, barns, cabins, and other outbuildings.