Part 6 (2/2)

”Even, perhaps, more dangerous than Abdallah himself,” thought the boy.

”He is of the kind that never trusts any one and would halt at nothing to gain its ends.”

It did not take many minutes for these strangely-contrasted coworkers to master the contents of the doc.u.ments. Then Major Buckstone drew an ink-pot toward him at a table and took up a broad-nibbed quill pen.

”A line will suffice,” said he to the others. ”General Gage will grasp the situation instantly. A single dash upon Boston Neck of a dark night will do the work. If I were only there with my artillery, I would soon have it as wide open as--”

”Hsh-h!” warned Jason Collyer again. And once more he threw a sharp, distrustful look at Ezra.

With a snort of contempt the bluff soldier dipped the broad-nibbed pen deep into the ink-pot; then he dashed off some heavy lines of writing, folded the paper and affixed a seal.

”There,” said he, rising, ”that will answer.” He handed the message to Ezra and continued, ”Is your horse fresh enough to mount at once?”

Ezra knew that the beast was not; but then he had seen and heard all that was necessary and had no desire to linger in the house of Abdallah.

”He will do until I reach my first stop,” said he.

”Good,” spoke the major as he watched the lad b.u.t.ton the message tightly up in his breast pocket. ”Make all haste.”

”You may depend upon me to do so,” returned Ezra evenly. ”But first you must tell me where I am to go?”

Amazement was written large upon the soldier's broad, red face at this.

His eyes went to Abdallah; and the latter smiled easily.

”It is our way of conducting things,” said he. ”We never allow our right hands to know what our left hands are doing.” Then turning to Ezra, he went on, ”Return by way of Charlestown. Just outside of that village, near an elevation called Bunker Hill, there is a small place of resort known as the 'Indian's Head.'”

”I can find it,” said Ezra.

”Excellent!” Abdallah smiled pleasantly. ”At the 'Indian's Head' you will ask for Mr. Pennington. And when he is pointed out to you-by the landlord, mind you-deliver the message to him.”

”Very well,” said Ezra.

”You understand perfectly?” inquired Jason Collyer.

”Perfectly,” replied Ezra, briefly. Then turning to the others he continued, ”If that is all you have to say to me, I will be off at once.”

”That is all,” said Major Buckstone; and Abdallah smiled and inclined his hairless head.

They held candles for him as he went out, for night had come on.

”Ride carefully,” warned Major Buckstone. ”It will be a dark night.”

”I am used to it,” said the boy, as he unfastened the tall bay and climbed into the saddle. ”And then, this nag of mine has eyes like an owl.”

And so, with a shake of the rein and a wave of the hand to the three, the young patriot was off along the dark road, going by the way he had come.

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