He looked out of the window, and suddenly exclaimed—“Look!”
A man on a noble horse was coming, flying as it seemed, down the Lebanon road from the Windham County hills. His horse leaped into the air at times, as full of high spirit, and dashed up to the store.
Faith, the beautiful girl, went to the door.
[The rider gasped—“Where is your father, Faith?”]
“He is gone to New Haven, Mr. Putnam.”
“I want to see him at once; there is secret news from Boston. But I must see him. I must not leave here until he returns. I will go over to the tavern and wait.”
Dennis came out and stood in front of the store.
“Stranger,” said the rider, “and who are you? You do not look like a farmer.”
“Who am I? I am myself, sure, a foreigner among foreigners, Dennis O’Hay, a castaway, from the north of Ireland.”
“And what brings you here?”