It's too late to do any thing to-night," he added,
glancing at his watch, "but let us go there to-morrow night, and pull
up every strawberry-plant we can lay our hands on. You know, we can do
as much mischief of that kind as we please, and it will all be laid to
the Hillers."
"Where shall we meet?" inquired one of the Rangers.
"Come here at precisely seven o'clock; and, remember, don't lisp a
single word to any one about it, for, if you do, we shall be found
out."
The Rangers were about to disperse, when one of them suddenly
inquired,
"Will not folks mistrust that something is in the wind, if they see us
all starting up the road at that time of night?"
"That's a fact," said William Gage. "Wouldn't it be a better plan for
us to meet in the woods, at the back of Mrs. Nelson's lot? Let us all
be there at eight o'clock; and, if no two of us go in company, no one
will be the wiser for it."
"That is the best plan," said Charles. "Now, remember, don't say any
thing about it."
"All right!" was the answer; and, in a few moments more, the Rangers
were on their way home.
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