“Yes, sir.”
“Here’s a stranger to supper, Molly,” called Sprowl. “Cook enuff extra fur him.”
“All right, Hank,” was the response from the kitchen.
“I saw what looked like a big encampment at the edge of the settlement,” said Dick. “What is going on? Are those men soldiers?”
“Yes, they’re British soldiers. That is General Arnold’s army,” was the reply.
“Ah. I suppose they intend to fight the rebel army that I saw yesterday, fifteen or twenty miles from here, do they?”
“So ye seen ther rebels, did ye? Yes, thet’s what Arnold intends to do. The rebel army is now at a rebel settlement about three miles from here, an’ Arnold will git arter ’em pretty quick.”
“When, to-morrow, do you think?” queried Dick.
Sprowl looked at the youth somewhat suspiciously. “W’y do ye wanter know?” he asked.
“Why, I thought that if there was likely to be a fight in this vicinity to-morrow, I would wait here and see it,” was the prompt reply. “I would like to see a battle.”