And Don hastened to explain what had happened while he was gone.
“Wasn’t I just a-saying,” said Mrs. Lancaster when Don had finished, “wasn’t I just a-saying, Martha, that you can’t trust a Tory out of your sight? Wasn’t I, now?”
“You were, Hannah.”
“And Tom Bullard—well, I always said he was a bad one.”
And Don was thinking the same thing as he climbed the stairs to bed a few minutes later.
CHAPTER IX
THE REGULARS EMBARK
Early the next morning Don was hard at work washing the windows at the front of the store. He had cleaned them on the inside and was about to start on the outside, when Jud crossed the square and hailed him. Over his shoulder he was carrying two fishing poles.
“Where are you going?” asked Don.
“Up to the mill-pond. I thought maybe you’d come along, so I brought an extra pole.”
“Sure,” said Don; “but I’ll have to finish these windows first.”