"
Zeke growld something inaudible, and stalked to his hut in order
to put away his equipments.
"I'm cook-in-chief yet," Stokes declared; "and not a bean will any
one of you get till you report all that happened."
"Well," piped Hi, "you may stick a feather in your old cap, Ezra,
for our Opinquake lad captured a British officer last night, and
Old Put is pumping him this blessed minute."
"Well, well, that is news. It must have been Zeke who did that
neat job," exclaimed Stokes, ironically; "he's been a-pining for
the soldier business."
"No, no; Zeke's above such night scrimmages. He wants to swim the
bay and walk right into Boston in broad daylight, so everybody can
see him. Come, Zeb, tell how it happened. It was so confounded
dark, no one can tell but you."
"There isn't much to tell that you fellows don't know," was Zeb's
laconic answer. "We had sneaked down on the neck so close to the
enemy's lines---"
"Yes, yes, Zeb Jarvis," interrupted Stokes, "that's the kind of
sneaking you're up to--close to the enemy's lines.
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