. Fighters young Americans want to know; heroes of our country's wars . ood erect and wiped the streaming perspira-tion from his eyes. What he had been strivingto do had been accomplished. It was high time 23 FIGHTERS YOUNG AMERICANS WANT TO KNOW for him to flee, if he was to find safety. At thatmoment, however, just as the boy turned torun, he saw that the redcoats had halted on theopposite bank. And they too had discoveredhim and seen also what he had successfullydone. For a brief moment there was a silence sotense that it was almost possible to sense the young hero apparently had fo
. Fighters young Americans want to know; heroes of our country's wars . ood erect and wiped the streaming perspira-tion from his eyes. What he had been strivingto do had been accomplished. It was high time 23 FIGHTERS YOUNG AMERICANS WANT TO KNOW for him to flee, if he was to find safety. At thatmoment, however, just as the boy turned torun, he saw that the redcoats had halted on theopposite bank. And they too had discoveredhim and seen also what he had successfullydone. For a brief moment there was a silence sotense that it was almost possible to sense the young hero apparently had forgottenhis plight and was watch-ing, almost fascinated bythe sight, the redcoatedsoldiers on the oppositebank of the stream. The silence of the sum-mer day, however, wasabruptly broken. A wordof command was sharply $spoken, the reports of manyrifles rang out together and grenadier Englishthe heroic young Jerseyman fell to the ground,his body almost literally filled with lead. There was only a brief delay for Clintonstroops, caused by the falling of the bridge, for 24. A NAMELESS BOY HERO the invading army, unmindful of the fleeingfamilies, apparently unaware of the body lyingby the roadside, pushed across the stream andthe march continued. The notes of the fifes andthe rolling of the drums soon sounded faintly inthe distance, then were only occasionally heardtill at last the silence of the summer day oncemore rested over the dusty road. It was long before the frightened Colonistsreturned to the place where they had left theiryoung comrade. There a brief search soon re-vealed the body near the roadside and then themen, silent and conscience-stricken, carried thedead boy to his home. For days the country folk, subdued and quiet,talked of the heroism of the brave lad who hadrefused to flee when the men who had been hiscompanions scattered at the time when mosttheir help was needed. To-day, however, no monument marks thespot where the young patriot fell, no poet hasever sung the pr
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