Part 15 (1/2)
”So I have heard.”
”But some say that he wants the lands for himself.”
”How is that?” asked Eben, innocently.
”Why, I have heard a man say--he came from Fort Ticonderoga--that if Allen can get his way there will be a fight. Then he will surrender and will recognize York, and as a reward will get the best farms.”
”It's a----”
Eben was about to give the boy a piece of his mind, but checked himself in time.
”It's a what?” asked the lad.
”Very unlikely story, I was about to say, but thought that I would not.”
”Why?”
”Because a man who would think such a thing about Col. Allen is not worth contradicting.”
”Oh, that is it. So you believe in this man, Allen?”
”I do.”
”So does father. He says that he will stick by him as long as he has a hand to hold a gun.”
”What is your father's name?”
”Why do you want to know?”
”Only he might help me to find a good piece of farm land which I could get by applying.”
”So he might. Well, my father is Ezekiel Garvan--Old Zeke, they call him round about. Glad to see you when you are near. See, that is our house over yon, where the smoke is rising up from among the trees.”
”And what is your name?” asked Eben.
”I am called Zeb; it is short for Zebedee. What is your name?”
Incautiously he answered, truthfully:
”Ebenezer Pike is my name.”
The boys separated, and Eben returned to the camp, feeling pleased with himself to think he had found a good friend, as he never doubted old Zeke would be.
Zeb stood watching Eben for a time, and then he too returned home.
”My old dad used to blame me for listening, and used to say that little pitchers had big ears, when anyone was there, just to prevent them talking, but the big ears will be useful now, or I am not fit to be my father's son.”
CHAPTER IX.