He was taking up the work where his grandfather had left it.

He was going forth to fight for his country, and the thought inspired him with a noble and generous enthusiasm, before which all the aspirations of his youth vanished.
As he passed the house of Squire Pemberton, he bestowed a pitying reflection upon the old traitor; but his mind was so full of the great event which was dawning upon him, that he did not even think of the exciting incidents which had occurred there.

He had neither seen nor heard any thing of the squire since he had escaped from the attic chamber.
Just beyond the squire's house he met Captain Barney, who was riding up to the town hall.
"What's this I hear of you, Tom ?" demanded the captain, as he reined in his horse.

"They say you have joined the company." "Yes, sir.

I have." "Bravo! my boy.