“I don't know. Possibly to-morrow night.”
“I'm to wait till you come?”
“Yes.”
“But, I'll get hungry before to-morrow night.”
“Go to a farmhouse in the morning and get some food. There must be farmhouses near.”
“That's so. I can do that.”
“Well, I may as well be going. Good-bye, Tom.”
“Good-bye, Dick; and–be careful, brother! If anything should happen to you, it would break mother's heart.”
“I'll be careful, Tom. You had better keep your eyes open, too, for the redcoats may come prowling around here to-morrow, and you must not let them capture you.”
“I'll not let them get me, brother.”