"O, certainly."
"Well, where?"
"Have you ever heard of such a place as Boston?" Fred asked.
"Yes—it is in England."
"Not the Boston that I mean," Fred exclaimed, drawing up his form to its full height. "I mean Boston near Bunker Hill."
A sudden change came over the lieutenant's face. The dark frown passed away, and a smile crossed his sunburnt countenance.
"You are Americans?" he asked, with an air of politeness.
"We claim that land as our home," Fred answered.
"I might have guessed as much, for you both carry an emblem of your country."
He pointed to our rifles and smiled. We saw that he was disposed to be rational, and therefore laid aside our reserve.