Shortly after dark, Dick, accompanied by his mother and Mary, went over to the Foster home, and Ben returned with him.
“So you're here, eh?” greeted Tom. “That's fine. I guess when those cowardly Tories put in an appearance, they will get something that they are not looking for.”
“That's what they will,” nodded Ben. “At any rate, I hope so.”
“So do I,” said Dick.
“I wish Zeke and Lem would be in the party,” said Tom, grinning. “I'd like to give them another thrashing.”
“When did you thrash them, before?” queried Ben.
“In Philadelphia, yesterday. Didn't Dick tell you about it?”
“No, you tell me now,” eagerly.
Then Tom did so, detailing the encounter on the streets of Philadelphia, and when he had heard all, Ben said:
“Good! I'm glad you thrashed them.”