The next morning, Frederick is working in the fields the day of their departure. He felt a sudden lurch in his stomach. “Something is not right.” he thought nervously to himself. Then, it hit him. The idea that he had tried to keep out of his mind. He called to one of his friends Sandy, and said the thought that had been gnawing at his insides. “We have been betrayed.” Sandy looked at him with terror in his eyes, and said “I’ve just felt that as well.” The two of them said nothing for the rest of the morning. All they thought about was hoping that this was a false alert that they had both felt, and maybe everything would turn out fine.
Later, that morning everyone was eating breakfast. “Frederick, John, Henry…” there was a pause. “Um… Won’t you please come to the door… There are some lovely gentleman here to see you.” Mr. Freeland said giving us a suspicious look. The three of them carefully got up from the table, and silently made their way to the door. To our dismay when we got there, we saw four constables ready to tie us and take us to prison. They quickly bound my wrists, and did the same with John. Henry however, did not come quietly. “Come over here and be tied, or we’ll shoot!” one of them said with laughter dancing in his eyes, as he pulled out a gleaming black pistol. “Shoot me! Shoot me! You can only kill me once, and I won’t be tied!” Henry screamed. And with that he brought up a hand, and quick as lightning, dashed the pistols from their hands. Although Henry ended up being tied, all of the commotion gave Frederick a chance to get rid of his, and destroy the evidence. After they had managed to tie up Henry, the constables brought them to prison. "What should we do with our passes?" John and Henry both asked. "Eat them with your biscuit." Frederick replied solemnly.
“That was it.” Frederick thought sadly, as he lay all alone on the cold hard floor of the prison. He was so close to freedom. But now, instead of being like a bird on the breeze, he was an insect, pinned in a spider's web. He had currently lost hope, buried it deep beneath other emotions, of what could have happened. But Frederick didn’t ever give up, and that night wouldn't be any different. Although he felt like a spark went out inside of him, the wind of freedom was only blowing on the flames, encouraging them to roam wild and free, like a bird on the breeze.