“That is good of you, old fellow,” said Dick, seizing Ben's hand and shaking it heartily. “We thank you.”
“Yes, indeed!” said Mary, who saw that Ben's eyes were on her, as if he wished to hear what she thought about it. “It is indeed good of you, Ben, to volunteer to do that.”
“Oh, that's all right,” said Ben, a pleased look in his eyes. “I tell you we will make it lively for those Tories when they come sneaking around here.”
“We'll do our best to give them a warm reception, at any rate,” said Dick.
“I'll be over in an hour or so,” said Ben, “and I'll bring a musket and a pistol along. But how about Mrs. Dare and Mary? Hadn't they better come over to our house until after the attack has been made? The folks told me to ask you to come, Mrs. Dare and Mary.”
“Perhaps it would be best,” agreed Mrs. Dare. “But still, I hate to go away and leave you boys here. You might be reckless, when if I were to stay you would be more careful.”
“Don't think that, mother,” said Dick. “We are going to go to war soon, and you can't be with us then, and if you and Mary stayed here, you might get hit with a stray bullet. There is no use of your taking the risk. We'll be as careful with you away as if you were here; and we will be in a position to fight with more freedom and effect if you are not here.”
“Very well, then, Dick. If that is the case, we will go over to Mr. Foster's. But we will return after the attack has been made, for we wouldn't want any of the neighbors to see us coming away from there in the morning, as that would cause them to suspect that Mr. Foster had warned us, and might cause him trouble.”
“True, mother. That will be all right. You and Mary can come home after we have driven the Tories away.”
“We'll go over to Mr. Foster's as soon as it is dark,” said Mrs. Dare.