“Well?” inquired Nat Brewster, as Ezra and the adventurer approached once more.
“As it happened,” said Ezra, cheerily, “General Ward was just outlining a plan to fortify one of the hills above or below the city, when I arrived. The matter has been under consideration in the council for some days, but some of the commanders have felt doubtful.”
“And what will now be done?” asked George, anxiously.
“A force will be sent to throw up works on Bunker Hill.”
“But,” protested Ben Cooper, “how do they know that it is Bunker Hill that the British mean to attack?”
“They don’t. But General Putnam says that they will attack any commanding place that our force seizes.”
Scarlett slapped his thigh.
“A sound military judgment,” declared he. “He is most undoubtedly right. If Bunker Hill is taken possession of, Bunker Hill will be the object of Gage’s assault. Look here.”
Then in the shadow of General Ward’s headquarters, the lads, together with the Porcupine, held consultation over a rough map which the adventurer had drawn before entering Boston.
“There will be riding to-day,” said Ezra, at length, “and the bearing of dispatches. It would be as well that we should report to Dr. Warren for any service that we can render.”