Michel crept into the cemetery. British soldiers surrounded the church with muskets and bayonets. Michel was horrified!

Sharp English words came out of the dark: “You there, boy!” Without understanding, Michel's legs flew home. Inside he gasped for breath.

“Qu'es que c'est?” asked Maman, alarmed.

“Soldiers!” panted Michel.

A knock came at the door. “Mme. Doucet,” sobbed a neighbor woman, “Our men are prisoners. The English are sending us away!”

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