Boom!
What was that?
Boom! Boom!
“There is a cannonade going on at New London,” said Dennis.
They hurried on.
The air thundered.
“It is Arnold!” said the prisoner.
As they passed down their way amid cidery orchards, they began to meet people flying with terror.
“What has happened?” asked Dennis.
“Arnold!” was the answer of one. “He is burning everything—the streets that he trod in his boyhood, the very houses that sheltered him. He is standing on the hill, glass in hand, gloating in the power to kill his own neighbors’ sons. Oh, is it possible that one should come to kill his own!”