I will be here, waiting and ready. As soon as I see the lantern, I will mount my horse and ride out to give the alarm."
When night came, Paul Revere went down to the riverside with his horse and looked over toward Boston. He knew where the old North Church stood, but he could not see much in the darkness.
Hour after hour he stood and watched. The town seemed very still, but every now and then he could hear the beating of a drum or the shouting of some soldier.
The moon rose, and by its light he could see the dim form of the church tower, far away, but that was all he could see. He heard the clock strike ten, then eleven.
He was beginning to feel tired, but he didn't want to go home, even though he still couldn't see anything or anyone. He wondered, though, if perhaps the soldiers had given up their plan to steal the powder.
