Squire Pemberton still stood at the door trying to bring Tige to a sense of his duty in the trying emergency; but the brute had more regard for his own shins than he had for the mandate of his master, and the victor was permitted to bear away his laurels without further opposition.
When he reached his father's house, supposing the front door was locked, he went to the kitchen window, where he had heard the patriotic remarks of his mother.

Tom told his story in substance as we have related it.
"Do you mean what you have said, mother ?" inquired he, when he had finished his narrative.
Mrs.Somers bit her lip in silence for a moment.
"Certainly I do, Thomas," said she, desperately.
It was half-past one when the boys retired, but it was another hour before Tom's excited brain would permit him to sleep.

His head was full of a big thought..