There was a swift confusion of voices; laughter. "If you should hear a pistol shot, Jake, ride quickly back and tell My Lord there was a fracas and you did not dare remain."
"I only hope he is garbed in the rebel white and blue—eh, Tony? Then he will yield like an officer and a gentleman; which he is, rebel or no."
They were moving away to surround the house. Two were left.
"Come on, Tony. We will pound the front knocker in the name of the King. A feather in our cap when we ride him down to the Bowling Green and present him to My Lord...."
The voices faded.
Larry gripped the girl beside him. "They are British soldiers going to capture Major Atwood! What can we—"
e never finished. A scream echoed over the somnolent night—a voice from the rear of the house. A man's voice.
The red-coated soldiers ran forward. In the field, close against the fence, Tina and Larry were running.