The boy’s eyes were flashing again, and his fists were tightly clenched. Don felt an instant liking for him.
“Say,” said Jud quickly, “do you know that Redcoat? I saw him speak to you.”
“Well, yes,” Don replied and colored again. “You see, I—I saved him from drowning once.”
“From drowning!”
“Yes; that is—it was before Concord.”
“Oh, I see.” Jud seemed somewhat relieved. “Do you know the Tory?”
“We used to be good friends once. His name is Tom Bullard.”
“Oh, yes; so you said. Say, come on along home with me, won’t you? I live just down here in Hog Alley. I’ve got the finest bunch of kittens you ever saw.”
“You like kittens?”
“I like all kinds of animals,” Jud replied gravely.