True to the Old Flag - A Tale of the American War of Independence by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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enough, but Schuyler is always delaying. He has kept us waiting now
since the 17th of last month. We might have been halfway to Quebec by this time." "Yes," the other said, "if the Britishers had run away as we came; but we have got St. John's and Fort Chamblee to deal with, and they may hold out some time. However, the sooner we begin the job the sooner it will be over, and I am heartily glad that we move tomorrow." Peter had now obtained the information he required, and rising to his feet again, with a grumbling remark as to the hardness of the ground, he sauntered away toward the spot where he had left the Indian. Just as he did so a tall figure came out from an arbor close by. A fire was burning just in front, and Peter saw that he was a tall and handsome man of about forty years of age. He guessed at once that he was in the presence of the colonial leader. "You are, like myself," the newcomer said, "unable to sleep, I suppose?" "Yes, general," Peter answered. "I found I could not get off, and so I thought I'd stretch my legs in the wood a bit. They're lying so tarnal thick down there by the fires, one can't move without treading on 'em." "Which regiment do you belong to?" "The Connecticut," Peter replied, for he knew by report that a regiment from this province formed part of the expedition. |
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