And from the shore were gone.
Soon the alarm was sounded loud,
“The Yankees they have come
And stolen Prescott from his bed,
And him they’ve carried home.”
At the mention of General Prescott’s name a perfect hullabaloo of laughter, stamping, shouts, and cheers broke forth, none joining in more heartily than the general, and it suddenly dawned upon Dicky that it was General Prescott himself who was present.
At the bare idea of this the boy grew ashy pale and looked as if he would drop to the floor, but this only increased the rapture of their amusement. And in the midst of the terrific noise General Prescott’s voice was heard shouting,—
“Go on, you little rascal—tell the whole story.”
“THE YANKEES, THEY HAVE COME AND STOLEN PRESCOTT FROM HIS BED.”