ion, and now was come the time when that "some way" must be found.

"It is certain I shan't be able to take the horse with me," he said,
after a brief time of silence, "and I must look around for a place in
which he can be hidden."

By riding slowly along the shore-line, he soon found a spot where the
grass was luxuriant, which was hidden I from view of those on the road
by a heavy growth of trees, and here he resolved Master Cotton's horse
should be left to take care of itself. It was not probable the tired
animal would stray very far from where food could be had in such
abundance, and Walter made no other preparation for the halt than to
secrete the saddle and bridle in the thicket.

Returning to the landing-stage of the ferry-boat, he waited impatiently
for some signs of life on the water-front.

During fully half an hour he was forced to remain in idleness, while he
mentally reproached himself for not having taken the longest road, and
thereby arrived in Boston without being forced to depend upon a boat to
conclude the journey.

More than once was he tempted to take possession of one of the small
craft hauled up on the shore without the formality of asking the
owner's permission, but the thought that he had already put himself in
a position to be charged with theft deterred him from such a lawless
proceeding.

Then, just as the day was beginning to break, a boat filled with
sailors rowed up to the landing. All the occupants save one disembarked
without paying any attention to the idle boy who was watching them
intently, and the little craft was being pushed off, when Walter
cried,--

"If you are going back to Boston I will gladly work the oars to pay for
my passage."

"Can you row?"

"As well as you."

"Then come aboard, and let me see how quickly you can pull to the other
shore."

The young messenger did not require a second invitation. He gave the
boat a vigorous push with his foot as he clambered over the bow, and
the man in charge had no reason to complain of his skill at the oars.

"If you want work, you should buy a boat and ply your trade as a
waterman," the sailor said, when the short voyage had come to an end,
and Walter leaped ashore, impatient to conclude the mission with which
he had been intrusted.

"I want work that will pay," he said, halting for an instant; "but I
don't intend to find it as a boatman. Can you tell me where Master Paul
Revere lives?"

"Do you mean the lieutenant,-