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Updated: September 9, 2025
"I have a bucket in my canoe," said Paul, and it was decided to fill the bucket and take home all it would hold, and to return the next day in Paul's canoe with tubs for the rest of the honey. Paul insisted that Mr. Weston should accept one of his fine salmon to broil for their midday meal, and then Rebby exclaimed: "Where is Danna?
Look!" and Rebby held up the moccasin, showing a long narrow slit on the sole. "These awful rocks! I can never walk without cutting my foot, and then I can't walk at all." "I can fix it," Danna declared instantly. "Give it to me, Rebby; quick!" and the elder sister obeyed.
As Rebby and Anna turned to wave their hands to these new friends a loud cheer went up, the boys waving their caps and the girls calling: "Good luck to the brave little maids from Machias." Mrs. Getchell went on with them for several miles, carrying the powder and shot, and a flat package containing food for their journey.
She said to herself that she would never speak to Lucia again. Hearing the hurrying steps behind her Lucia looked over her shoulder, and seeing Rebby she became frightened and ran faster than ever. Lucia did not know why she was afraid, but she remembered that she had not been asked to the party, that she had spoken insultingly to Rebby, and she had dropped the mug purposely.
And in a few moments Anna was running up the path toward home, followed by Paul with the bucket of honey. "Why, child! Where are Father and Rebby? and where is your cap?" questioned Mrs. Weston. "Oh, Mother!" began Anna, but now the tears could not be kept back, and held close in her mother's arms she sobbed out the story of the capture of Trit, and all that had followed.
Anna stood looking first at Rebby and then at her mother. It was so seldom that Rebby cried, that it seemed a very dreadful thing to her younger sister. "I'll go, Mother, let me go!" she asked eagerly. "Do not be so foolish, Anna," responded Mrs. Weston. "This is your sister's duty. It has nothing to do with you. Take off your pinafore, Rebecca, and do as I bid you." Rebecca was sobbing bitterly.
From where the girls were sitting they could look some distance up the quiet stream, and it was Anna who first discovered a canoe being paddled close to the opposite shore. "Look, Rebby," she said, pointing in the direction of the slow-moving craft. "Isn't that an Indian?" Rebby looked, and after a moment answered: "Why, I suppose it is, and after salmon. But he won't come down so near the falls."
But neither of them imagined that Lucia's mother and father were disloyal to the American cause, and only waiting a profitable opportunity to betray the little settlement to its enemies. Lucia's angry words cast but a brief shadow over the gathering, and no one noticed that Rebecca had disappeared. At the moment Lucia started for home Rebby had run toward the house.
She told them to follow the river down, as that trail was more traveled and over smoother ground, although farther to travel than the forest trail; and kissing the girls good-bye, after they had promised to visit her "as soon as the English had been sent home," she turned back toward the settlement. Rebby and Danna watched Mrs.
For 'twould make great trouble for my father, in any case, if people even guessed that he knew the plans of the British. But I could not help hearing what he said to Mother the day he sailed. But, Rebby, we must do something so the liberty pole will not be set up." "Can't we tell my father?" suggested Rebecca hopefully. "Oh, Rebecca Weston!
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