"The king's men learned that he was here, and were coming after him, when he escaped." "Whither has he gone ?" "Alas, I know not." "What would be his fate if he should be taken ?" "He would suffer as did Sir Henry Vane.

No mercy will be shown to a regicide." "You must suffer uneasiness." "I am in constant dread, though my father is brave and shrewd, while the king's officers are but lazy fellows with dull wits, who do not care to exert themselves, yet some unseen accident might place him in their power." Then he induced her to tell the sad story of their flight from the wrath of an angry king, and how they had walked all the way from Plymouth to Boston.
The year 1675 came, just one century before the shots at Lexington were heard around the world.
There was a restless feeling in all the colonies.

The governor of Virginia was a tyrant.

The Indians were becoming restless, and a general outbreak was expected.
Robert had been informed by his mother that his friends had procured his pardon from Governor Berkeley, and he was urged to come home.

Robert was now twenty-six years of age.