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I struggled with my captors for a while, not so much because I expected to escape from them, but in hopes that I would thereby aid my companions in their flight. For I could neither see nor hear anything of them, and believed I was the only one who had been seized by the British guards. At length I ceased my efforts, and, yielding to the inevitable, let them lead me away. They conducted me around the prison to its front entrance and took me into the superintendent's office, where to my amazement I beheld all my comrades, each like myself in the grasp of two soldiers.
There was a broad grin on the face of the prison overseer as he gazed at us, and then addressing himself to Captain Tucker, he said: