CHAPTERPAGE
I.—On watch[1]
II.—A light in the window[16]
III.—A shot from the window[29]
IV.—Out of the house[49]
V.—My superior officer[62]
VI.—Belt’s ghost[77]
VII.—In Burgoyne’s camp[91]
VIII.—A night under fire[108]
IX.—My guide[118]
X.—The sun of Saratoga[132]
XI.—The night after[143]
XII.—We ride southward[155]
XIII.—We meet the fleet[169]
XIV.—The pursuit of Chudleigh[186]
XV.—The taking of Chudleigh[199]
XVI.—The return with Chudleigh[219]
XVII.—My thanks[232]
XVIII.—The battle of the guns[246]
XIX.—The man from Clinton[259]
XX.—Not a drop to drink[274]
XXI.—The messenger[295]
XXII.—Capitulations[310]

THE SUN OF SARATOGA.

CHAPTER I. ON WATCH.

“You will watch this hollow and the hill yonder,” said the general, “and see that not a soul passes either to the north or to the south. Don’t forget that the fate of all the colonies may depend upon your vigilance.”

Then he left me.

I felt much discomfort. I submit that it is not cheering to have the fate of thirteen large colonies and some two or three million people, men, women, and children, depend upon one’s own humble self. I like importance, but not when it brings such an excess of care.

I looked to Sergeant Whitestone for cheer.