“He quarters now,” said Barton,
“At Overton’s,[6] the Friend’s,
Whose house is by the bay-road nigh
Where by the bay it bends.
“The roads are block’d by soldiers;
We cannot reach him thus.
What then?—A way across the bay
May yet remain for us.
“I know three frigates guard it.[7]
But when, some moonless night,