"Go to your home and tell no one what you have seen.

If you attempt to give an alarm you will be shot.
Our sentries are placed every fifty yards along this road." The soldier disappeared from in front of the ray of light and followed his comrades, and an instant later young Bradshaw heard them sliding over the cliff's edge and the pebbles clattering to the beach below.
Young Bradshaw stood quite still.

In his heart was much fear--fear of laughter, of ridicule, of failure.

But of no other kind of fear.

Softly, silently he turned his bicycle so that it faced down the long hill he had just climbed.