"God Protect Us"
Walking rapidly across
“Paul, they've begun.” Grasping
Revere’s right arm, directed the
silversmith into his study. Rejecting chairs, each stood. Warren
“You must go again to warn our friends.”
placed his hands atop the closest high-back chair. “And the town militias!” Warren
“You should know … as a precaution … that I have sent a rider across the Neck.” Eyebrows arched,
Warren studied ’s face. “I did so a
half hour ago. He may pass the guard, but we cannot be certain.” Revere
Warren read 's perplexed expression. “Billy Dawes,
the young cordwainer. Last September he helped remove the four brass cannon
from the gun house.” Revere
“I do know him. He’s young.”
“Twenty-three. Courageous, a play actor of sorts. More to our advantage is the soldiers at the Gate don’t know him. Nor does anybody else, save the officer he knocked to the street recently for insulting his wife.”
smiled, guardedly. Warren
“How are you to proceed?” the doctor asked, satisfied apparently that he had not offended.
“Exactly as we had decided. I should reach
past 11 p.m. if I evade the .
Whether I do or not, the lanterns will alert Colonel Conant.” He stopped, a
sudden upsurge of emotion affecting his ability to speak. “And you?” he fairly
“I will stay here awhile.”
Warren averted ’s eyes. His
fingertips brushed twice the top of the chair in front of him. “Useful
information may yet be forthcoming.” He returned Revere 's stare. “If the General had wanted to
arrest me, Paul, I would have been at the Province House days before! Seated
comfortably, I should imagine, sipping his Revere Madeira!”
His eyes sparkled.
“Then I will see you …”
“In a day or two. Be assured!” He gazed across the room, at the silk drapery, the mantelpiece figurines, the latticed window. He touched briefly the bridge of his nose. “God protect you,” he said, offering
a sudden, strained smile. Revere
“God protect us all.”