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It was vital that he know it at once when an important move was begun, and as soon as the night came down, a score of the swiftest scouts were called for. All were young men; most of them had been in McGlassin's band. Rolf was conspicuous among them for his tall figure, but there was a Vermont boy named Seymour, who had the reputation of being the swiftest runner of them all.
Ten times did Rolf cover that highway north of Plattsburg in the week that followed, and each day his tidings were the same the British steadily advance. McGlassin's Exploit There was a wonderful spirit on everything in Plattsburg, and the earthly tabernacle in which it dwelt, was the tall, grave young man who had protested against Hampton's behaviour at Burlington Captain, now General Macomb.
But the moral effect of McGlassin's exploit must be offset at once. He decided to carry the city by storm a matter probably of three hours' work. He apportioned a regiment to each bridge, another to each ford near the town, another to cross the river at Pike's Cantonment, and yet another to cross twenty miles above, where they were to harry the fragments of the American as it fled.
In a night of storm and blackness they crossed the Saranac; dividing in two bodies they crawled unseen, one on each side of the battery. Three hundred British soldiers were sleeping near, only the sentries peered into the storm-sleet. All was ready when McGlassin's tremendous voice was heard, "Charge front and rear!"
These were on the embankments opposite the bridges and the fords. Here the best shots were placed and among them was Rolf, with others of McGlassin's band. The plank of the bridges had been torn up and used with earth to form breastworks; but the stringers of the bridges were there, and a body of red-coats approaching, each of them showed plainly what their plan was.
How strange it must have been to the veterans of wars in Spain, France, and the Rhine, to advance against a force with whom they needed no interpreter. McGlassin's deep voice now rang along the defences, "Don't fire till I give the order." The red-coats came on at a trot, they reached the hundred-yard-mark.
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