“I don’t know, that’s your problem, but if you want me to ever speak to you, after to-night, you must get those three young men free. You were the cause of their being made prisoners, and it is your place to rescue them.”
“But, how will I do it, Sally?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure.”
“If you will help me,” said Hicks, presently, after a period of pondering, “perhaps I might manage it.”
“What could I do?”
“I’ll tell you. You have some mighty fine cider in the cellar, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’ll get a bottle of the cider, and will be out here with it, and you tell the soldier that is guarding the prisoners that if he will step out of doors, I will give him some cider. And when he comes out, you cut the ropes and free the prisoners, and they can rush out, knock the redcoat over and make their escape.”
“But, won’t the redcoat wonder why the cider isn’t brought into the room and given to him there?”
“Tell him there is only one bottle, and that the other soldiers would want some of it, too, if they saw him drinking.”