"My idea of a great man is——"
The farmer paused.
"Excuse me, I thought I heard some one at the window. No, I was wrong, and yet I could have sworn I saw a face as I looked up."
"You were saying that your ideal of a man was——"
"Ethan Allen, the hero of Ticonderoga. I tell you, he is right all the time. He was right about those land grants. If the land had been of no value New Hampshire might have had all the land, but because it proved rich, of course York coveted it."
"Have you ever seen Ethan Allen?" Warner asked.
"No. I would give half my farm to do so."
"You needn't do that. Look at him; that is the hero of Ticonderoga, and I am Seth Warner who tells you so."
The farmer was overjoyed, and became so excited that he shouted and danced with joy.
There was a sudden stop put to his merriment. Something fell over outside the window.