The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 1 Page 10

in our hickory chairs, and only kept awake by the flies, when our landlord returned and set before us what food he had. The fare was scanty enough, but we ate hungrily, and drank deeply of the fresh small beer which he fetched in a Liverpool jug.

When we two were alone again, Boyd whispered:

“As well let them think we’re here with no other object than recruiting. And so we are, after a fashion; but neither this state nor Pennsylvania is like to fill its quota here. Where is your map, once more?”

I drew the coiled linen roll from the breast of my rifle shirt and spread it out. We studied it, heads together.

“Here lies Poundridge,” nodded Boyd, placing his finger on the spot so marked. “Roads a-plenty, too. Well, it’s