[FOR KING OR COUNTRY.]
A Story of the Revolution.
BY JAMES BARNES.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE TWO LIEUTENANTS.
As the little boat, with the two fishermen rowing and the silent figure sitting in the stern-sheets, dipped and tossed through the racing tide, which was at the flood, the wind began to blow up cold and nipping from the north. The spray froze as it splashed now and then over the gunwales of the boat.
It was quite midnight before they reached the New Jersey shore and pulled in beneath the shelter of a point of rocks that rose steeply out of the water. Here for the first time words were spoken.
"You have done well, my men, and here is a 'bright yellow' for each of you," said the young man in the cloak.
As he extended his hand, Roger, the younger, grasped it in a friendly way.
"I remember you, sir. I was one of the boatmen who rowed you across after the battle of Long Island. We are both good patriots."