His body was then thrown into the wagon and carried in triumph to Freehold." "The people of that part of the country must have felt a good deal relieved," remarked Rosie.

"Still there were Fenton's desperado companions left." "Two of them--Fagan and West--shared Fenton's fate, being shot by the exasperated people," said her mother; "and West's body was hung in chains, with hoop iron bands around it, on a chestnut tree hard by the roadside, about a mile from Freehold." "O Grandma Elsie, is it there yet ?" asked Gracie, shuddering with horror.
"No, dear child, that could hardly be possible after so many years--more than a hundred you will remember when you think of it," returned Mrs.
Travilla, with a kindly reassuring smile.
"I hope papa will take us to Freehold," said Lulu.

"I want to see the battleground." "I feel quite sure he will, should nothing happen to prevent," said Grandma Elsie.
"Wasn't it at Freehold, or in its neighborhood, that a Captain Huddy was murdered by those pine robbers ?" asked Evelyn.
"Yes," replied Grandma Elsie.

"It was only the other day that I was refreshing my memory in regard to it by glancing over Lossing's account given in his Field Book of the Revolution." "Then please tell us about it, mamma," pleaded Walter.
"Very willingly, since you wish to hear it," she said, noting the look of eager interest on the young faces about her.
"Captain Huddy was an ardent patriot and consequently hated by his Tory neighbors.

He lived at a place called Colt's Neck, about five miles from Freehold.
"One evening, in the summer of 1780, a party of some sixty refugees, headed by a mulatto named Titus, attacked Huddy's house.