hat John Pulling, and not Robert Newman,
hung the lanterns. The evidence favoring Newman and Pulling is in
each case circumstantial. Both were Sons of Liberty and intimate with
Revere. Newman was sexton in possession of the keys of the church. It
is said that Pulling obtained them; that the suspicion was so strong
against him he was obliged to leave the town secretly, not daring to
apply for a pass. Newman was arrested, but General Gage could find no
direct evidence against him. I have followed the generally accepted
opinion, favoring Newman.]

Paul Revere the while is flying up Main Street towards Charlestown
Neck. It is a pleasant night. The grass in the fields is fresh and
green; the trees above him are putting forth their young and tender
leaves. He is thinking of what Richard Devens has said, and keeps his
eyes open. He crosses the narrow neck of land between the Mystic and
Charles rivers, and sees before him the tree where Mark was hung ten
years before for poisoning his master. The bones of the negro no
longer rattle in the wind; the eyeless sockets of the once ghostly
skeleton no longer glare at people coming from Cambridge and Medford
to Charlestown, and Paul Revere has no fear of seeing Mark's ghost
hovering around the tree. It is for the living--Gage's spies--that he
peers into the night. Bucephalus suddenly pricks up his ears. Ah!
there they are! two men in uniform on horseback beneath the tree. He
is abreast of them. They advance. Quickly he wheels, and rides back
towards Charlestown. He reaches the road leading to Medford, reins
Bucephalus into it. He sees one of them riding across the field to cut
him off; the other is following him along the road. Suddenly the rider
in the field disappears,--going head foremost into a clay pit. "Ha!
ha!" laughs Revere, as the fleet steed bears him on towards Medford
town. He clatters across Mystic bridge, halts long enough to awaken
the captain of the minute-men, and then rattles on towards
Menotomy.[56]

[Footnote 56: "After I passed Charlestown Neck, and got nearly
opposite where Mark was hung in chains, I saw two men on horseback
under the tree. When I got near them I discovered they were British
officers. One tried to get ahead of me, and the other to take me. I
turned my horse quick and galloped towards Charlestown Neck, and then
pushed for the Medford road. The one who chased me, endeavoring to cut
me off, got into a clay pond. I got clear of him and went through