“Where are the magazines?”
“Oh, boy, boy, do not seek to know. Tish, tish! Have an eye on the covered ways that are still. You watch nights by the window?”
“Yes, and I can watch days.”
The sheep lay down in the sheltered ways of the high hill, and the two talked together as brothers. They had become a part of the cause.
And Dennis found in his heart a new and unexpected delight. It was when he said to the shepherd-boy of the green cedars, as he did almost daily, “You are my heart’s own; we serve one cause, and look for nothing more!”
So these two patriots became to Brother Jonathan “helpers invisible.”
The Governor now hurried levies. Lebanon was a scene of excitement. Connecticut forgot her own perils, for the greater need.
Dennis was ordered away with the men. He was to drive a powder-wagon. The young shepherd was to leave for a time his place as a watchman and to go with him.
In the midst of these preparations a beautiful, anxious face flitted to and fro. It was that of Madam Trumbull.