James Otis Kaler

“ Dorothy grew brave once more, remembering that it was a man's life she was trying to save, and, with her mouth close to the keyhole, she cried at the full strength of her lungs:
"There is nobody in here except Sarah Lamb, daughter of Master Anthony Lamb, and me—Dorothy Dean! We can't let you in until father comes, and he should be here soon, for I have just sent Scip after him."
"We can't wait for any such foolishness. A British spy ran into one of these houses; we have searched the others, and know he must be here. Open the door. There is nobody with us who will harm a couple of children." ”

“ Dorothy leaped to her feet in excitement, mentally asking if it could really be possible that the search had been in vain. It seemed to her as if the first object which would have caused suspicion was the oaken chest, and even now she could hardly credit the fact that, for the officer in hiding, the danger had passed, at least, until Master Dean was made aware of his whereabouts.
"These gentlemen declare that they are satisfied," the silversmith announced as the searching party entered the living room. "And if such be the fact, we will hope to be free from further outrage. ”

“ The silversmith shut the outer door with a bang, locked it noisily, and entered the living room where Master Lamb was waiting to take his departure, it being high time that he and his family were at home.
"It has been a most trying evening for you, friend Jacob," Anthony Lamb said when his host appeared. "One cannot give you much blame for being angry; but in these days, when the colony needs just such men as went to make up that mob, we, their leaders, must meet their lawlessness with a certain degree of forbearance." ”