 You come all the way from Boston? Yes, he's dressin'. Which way they comin', he says, by land or by the harbor? He says they're comin' both ways. He talks sober enough. Where do you want Jonathan? He says the green. That's where all them lights are. Listen, young man Revere. He's gone already. He says he's got to rouse the boys at Lexington. That horse of his is half dead already. Got more foam on it than the roof had snow last winter. Oh, here, Jonathan, what are you thinkin' of gettin' dressed in the dark?