But the staunch old Tory did not laugh.
“So Seth has gone over, too! Well, every man to his own beliefs. I am alone among you, but,” and his stubborn old head lifted high, “I’m a king’s man still, and will be to the end.”
Peggy and her brother, Herbert, together with young Brewster, Ben Cooper and George, were grouped at the fireside. First Peggy would look at George and then at Ezra.
“I am almost frightened, Cousin George,” she said in an awed sort of way, “when I look at you both. You look so much alike that it’s really uncanny.”
The heavy-browed Herbert, who proved a most companionable fellow, said to Ben, aside:
“They look alike, but it is not possible that Ezra is as great a fellow as George. It would be expecting too much.”
But Ben waved the notion aside at once.
“There is no greater chap than Ezra Prentiss in the army,” said he. “And after you’ve come to know him, you’ll say so yourself.”
“No, no,” said old Mr. Camp to something which Ezra had just remarked. “Howe is at New York; I’ll go back there; that is the place for me.”
“You’ll probably meet with Cousin Hyde and his friend Henderson there,” said Peggy. “Mr. Brewster has just been telling me that they escaped.”