“And which do you think would be the best way to reach it?” inquired Ezra.
“What, to-night?” the man glanced about among his companions. And all seemed to reflect his incredulity.
“And why not?”
“Haven’t you heard that the British talk of crossing and setting themselves up upon those two hills?”
“Yes, and of firing upon Charlestown?” put in another.
“They are only wild reports,” answered Ezra. “Such like get abroad in times like these, but there is no reliance to be placed in them.”
If the facts be told, he had heard the same things himself, and from persons of some consequence; but it would not do to encourage the thoughts of the already frightened townspeople in such channels.
“Well,” said the man who professed to know the inn’s location, “if you don’t mind making the venture to such a place, my lad, I’m sure I have nothing more to say.”
His feelings were ruffled at having his warnings made so light of; so without more ado he directed Ezra as to the way to go to reach the inn desired.
“I thank you,” said Ezra.