He had been aroused by the tidings from the seat of war, and though, like Putnam, he lived nearly or quite a hundred miles away, he had hastened to be in the thick of the fight.

He had borrowed a horse from General Ward, but, with characteristic Yankee caution, had left it the other side of the Neck, in charge of a sentry, and had walked over, amid the hail of shot from the frigates and batteries.
Pomeroy and Putnam would have made a good pair to represent Valor and Intrepidity, were statues desired for those noble qualities.

When Putnam saw him he cried out: "You here, Pomeroy?
By God! a cannon-shot would waken you out of your grave!" He was in his seventieth year, having been born in 1706, and twelve years Putnam's senior.
So they gathered, the young and the old, the learned doctor and the practical mechanic, for the defense of Freedom--a magnet that drew both Pomeroy and Warren to that since-famous redoubt on the summit of Breed's Hill.

They offered their services to Colonel Prescott, and he gladly accepted them, demurring as to Warren, and tendering him the command, which was his by right of rank.

But the patriot simply said, as before, that he had come to fight as a volunteer, and at once mingled with the men within the redoubt.
The movements of the British were slow, and mid-afternoon had arrived before the agonizing suspense was over and they began their advance up the hill.