The Minute Boys of the Mohawk Valley by James Otis
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When I had learned as much as has been set down here, I felt a tugging at my shirt, and knew, without seeing him, that Sergeant Corney was not willing to remain at this point any longer. The savages had begun to speak of St. Leger, and what he might succeed in doing so far as the siege was concerned, therefore it did not seem probable we would hear more regarding Peter Sitz. This much Jacob must have understood as well as I, for when I forced myself backward, pushing vigorously against him, he gave way, and we thus slowly retreated until having gained such a distance from the feasting murderers that it seemed safe to rise to our feet. "To what were you listenin'?" Sergeant Corney asked, in a whisper, and with no slight show of anger because I had lingered so long. In the fewest words possible I told him what we had heard, and when I was come to an end of the brief recital, Jacob asked, as if believing that now all our plans would be changed: "What are we to do?" "That for which we came," Sergeant Corney replied, decidedly. "But we know that my father is near at hand, and, if Thayendanega grows careless or indifferent, will be tortured to death." "Ay, lad, an' I could be no more sorry if Peter Sitz was my brother; but we cannot now do anything to aid him, even though the way lay clear before |
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