SIMON
Pshaw, now—what kind o' writin' is this?
HALE
It's Latin. I thought if they were discovered on me—
SIMON
O' course—no soldier—that is, no redcoat could read that furrin writin'. Well, I'll put it where they'll never find it. Here—right in this sole. Now sit down there and pull yer boots off an' I'll fix 'em up fer ye.
HALE
Good! It's an excellent hiding place. Here you are.
SIMON
Yer a schoolmaster, I take it from the looks o' ye?