It was, as Mac had observed, a great day. A brisk breeze rippled the waters of the lake, and rustled musically among the leaves.
“Well, who’s going to be Ethan Allen?” asked Red Deer. “Here we are, a couple of miles down the line, and don’t know yet who’s leader. Harry, this beautiful historic revival is yours, so I guess you’re old Ethan.”
“No, that’s Kid’s job,” laughed Harry, putting his arm over Gordon’s shoulder as they tramped along.
“G. Lord, or no one,” shouted Mac.
“G. Lord for mine!” added Brick Parks.
“If Kid Lord isn’t Ethan Allen, I won’t play,” shouted John Walden.
Gordon grinned from ear to ear. “All right, only you’ll have to be Seth Warner, Harry.”
“If you think I’m going to turn around and lead this outfit back to Crown Point in order to play Seth Warner, you’ll have to think again, my fraptious boy. If Ethan Allen Lord leads us forth to victory this night, I think that will be about enough. Have you got the speech all pat?”
“‘In the name of the great Jehovah and the Continental Congress!’” shouted Gordon, striking an attitude.
“Great!” said Charlie Greer.