. The minute boys of York Town . experience I could holduntil having traversed the distance from YorkTown to Williamsburg and back again. The old adage that he who crosses a bridge be-fore he comes to it is a fool, was proven in mycase. From the moment of insisting that I shouldbe the one to act as messenger, there had been be-fore my mind all kinds of dangers to be en-countered, and I had vexed myself with the beliefthat there was hardly more than one chance out oftwenty that I could go through in safety, and yet Idid, never seeing friend or foe until I was come, asnearly as I could judge, to
. The minute boys of York Town . experience I could holduntil having traversed the distance from YorkTown to Williamsburg and back again. The old adage that he who crosses a bridge be-fore he comes to it is a fool, was proven in mycase. From the moment of insisting that I shouldbe the one to act as messenger, there had been be-fore my mind all kinds of dangers to be en-countered, and I had vexed myself with the beliefthat there was hardly more than one chance out oftwenty that I could go through in safety, and yet Idid, never seeing friend or foe until I was come, asnearly as I could judge, to within a mile of whereMorgan had said the Americans were encamped. Then suddenly, while I was half-running half-walking along the highway, dreaming no evil, camea voice from the thicket on my right, shouting: Halt, or Ill fire! Halt, I say!: On the instant I obeyed the command, my heartstanding still as it were with terror, for I madecertain I had blundered upon a British scoutingparty, and one can well fancy the relief of mind. HALT, OR ILL FIRE! MORGAN, THE SPY 139 which was mine when there came out from amidthe foliage a man in the uniform of our own Vir-ginia riflemen, who was followed by two others,and I knew I had been stopped by a friend to theCause. By this time, it is needless for me to say, the newday had come, and they could see me as clearly asI could them, therefore I counted on being given afriendly welcome, instead of which he who actedas commander of the squad, and I counted he wasa corporal at the very least, asked as if in anger: Where are you from in such haste, and wheregoing ? From York Town, and with a message to Gen-eral Lafayette. You from York Town? he cried with a coarselaugh. You from York Town wanting to see themarquis ? Ay, that I am, was my angry reply. Whyshould I not come from York, and why should aboy of Virginia not carry a message to a generalwho is serving in the American army? There is no reason why he should not, provid-ing it was bei
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