Page 75 - A Hero of Ticonderoga

"I see no choice. But it consoles me that you rebels will hang for this."

"You are welcome to the consolation of the hope, but it gives me no
uneasiness and I run no new risks. I am Ethan Allen. You may have heard

of me and have lusted for the shekels the sons of Belial offer for my head.
But get on your clothes and parade your men without arms. Madam,"
bowing low to the lady, "pardon the intrusion, but my business is urgent.

Permit me to close the door." So doing he awaited the reappearance of the
commandant.

"This is a pretty kettle of fish," the chopfallen captain groaned. "Courage,
my dear; this handsome giant has something of the manners of a gentleman,

and will not let a lady be maltreated by his rebel band."

"Oh, William, the Fort surprised, and we prisoners, and not a blow struck
for defense."

"There could be no defense with such numbers. Well, there’s no use crying
over spilt milk. Did you see that pet cub of yours with the big rebel? What

did I tell you?" said the captain, putting the finishing touches to his hasty
toilet.

He rejoined Allen and proceeded to the parade, where, presently, he
mustered his little force without arms and formally delivered them to the

captors, who marched them away to their quarters under guard. Two days
later, with an armed escort, they were on their way through the wilderness
to Connecticut, and Nathan saw the last of the lady of the Fort.

Warner and the remainder of the men arrived at Ticonderoga soon after its

surrender, disappointed that they had not participated in its achievement.

Still guided by the boy, the officers made a tour of investigation, which

revealed a wealth of guns and ammunition--supplies greatly needed by the
army of patriots then gathered at Boston. As the boy listened to the

rejoicings, his heart was full of proud thankfulness that he had borne so
important if humble a part in this service of his country.