Outstripping those on foot, he pressed forward to Concord, and was in the fight at the bridge.
Here he saved the life of Lieut. Edward Thornton Gould, of His Majesty's Eighteenth Regiment, and brought him a prisoner to Medford, where he remained several months.
The lieutenant testified the next day:
I am now treated with the greatest humanity and taken all possible care of by the Provincials at Medford.
In the afternoon the sound of firing came nearer.
In her home in West Medford Abigail Brooks heard it, and taking her little eight-year-old son, Peter Chardon, to the garret window, showed him the bayonets shining in the sun, as the British hurried through Menotomy.
The white face of his mother, the gleaming bayonets, the rattle of musketry, and the anxiety for his absent father made a lasting impression on the boy's mind.
By and by the shots grew fainter, and tired stragglers began to pass.
Abigail Brooks had a great iron kettle hung under the elm-tree which you can