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.
He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him. Still, he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
All at once a light flashed out from the tower -- the signal! "Ah! there it is!" he cried. The soldiers had started their march.
He spoke to his horse and put his foot in the stirrup. He was ready to mount when another light flashed clear and bright by the side of the first one. It was the sign that the soldiers would come not by land, but by the river, instead.
