"CHARGE!" ORDERED THE CAPTAIN OF THE LITTLE PARTY.
"Charge!" ordered the Captain of the little party.
So sudden was the attack that not a shot was fired. Then and there twenty English soldiers and a score of teamsters surrendered to ten bold Americans. They were disarmed, and penned in the frame house again.
"Don't let us burn the wagons; let us take them in," suggested George.
"Wait and see how it goes over there," said the guide. "Here! Hurry! Harness up! If they retreat, it will be along the highway. I know a wood road we can drive them into."
In a few minutes the heavy wagons had been pulled up the hill and far into the pines. The prisoners were placed underneath and guarded.
"Here comes a man on horseback," said some one from the edge of the thicket.
A dragoon, helmetless and without a coat, tore by on the road below, lashing his horse.
"Hush! Don't cheer," said Carter, sternly. "Here comes another; we have won the day."