Bold Barton then with twenty men
Went down upon the shore.
There were more than twenty men who gathered at Warwick Point on that eventful evening.
It had been a windy day, a July storm, and the bay, usually so blue and placid, was ruffled.
Dennis was on hand at the appointed hour.
“This is a good night for our enterprise,” said Barton. “This is a night of darkness, and it favors us; let it be one of silence.”
“Aye, aye,” said Dennis. “Oh, General Prescott, how I long to fold you in my arms and give you a pat, pat on your face!”
“Stop your joking,” said Barton. “We face serious work now.”
Darkness fell on the waters. The men were mostly sailors, or used to seafaring life.