“Peter, I love the bearer of good news. Go back to Boston, and if you bring me news to comfort me, it is well; if not, you will have done your duty. Ride with the wind!” These were common words of hurry.
Peter rode with the wind. In a few days he returned on a foaming horse to the war office.
The Governor met him.
“He is released!” said the boy.
The Governor stood with beaming face.
Presently an old man came hobbling up to the door. It was the wood-chopper.
He looked up to Peter helplessly and yet with a glow of pride and gratitude.
“Boy,” he said, “I turned you out, but you came back in my hour of danger. Is there any news from the King?”
“Yes, uncle.”