The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-08-26

through the door. AT the halls end was
a single pencil of light as from doors
crack. A broad stairs foot faced me.
To the left was the door of an unlit
room. Into this stole as quietly as you
please. At one side in the moonshine ]
saw another door, and this pulled
open cautiously, finding myself in
long, deep closet. So far it had been
we'll. began to feel quite proud about
it all and that my father himself might
not disapprove of my readiness. Then l
remembered i'll time enough not to leave
myself vain that the chance of that
door ut the Jail was, while extraordina-
~, very simple one to take, and re-
membered, too, how the expedition in
to Nestchester had failed through my
oyercontidence. Thought as we'll Of my
poor comrades in their Jail. tell you
was left even frightened by thoughts,
with the consideration that was still
rather tightly caught. Should | have
HenQment to breathe I as we'll might try
10 fly as to try to get away from the is
land. These thoughts left me sober
enough.
But at the moment were sounds at
the outer door and shutting feet, and
strong, decisive tread, and the steps
were in the room on which my closet
opened.
"Put down tho candles. Simpson, " I
heard in clear, authoritative voice.
"Well, sergeant, you can't find him?"
Ono, sir; he's gone''
'He slipped through your line some
where. With companies about here it
seems asif he might have been caught +"
He's vanished, sir. 30
Somebody will have to be court
martialed for this. :"
1T isn't my mems fault, if it please
you, colonel. %
No, you oughtn't to be blamed for
what happened in sthe guardhouse.
There S that blessed meeting in the Irish
line, and the dinner, where the young
sters lost their heads. -
cts remarkable, SIR said the 9th
er.
II don't understand it, But it isn't
my matter. It's Sir Henry's. But here
is your prisoner reaching my grounds
"He's gone, sir, - the sergeant repeat
ed.
$50 it seems. know, know, he's
gone. But I'm dragged into the mat
ter"
Not you, sir.
well, find him. Go over the ground
again. do you hear? I don't believe any,
thing like this ever happened in an
English regiment -
1t ought not now, sir, - said the ser
geant's gruff voice. 81 only can account
for it in Sergeant Timms being excited
by the noises outside. There have been
many arrests, SIR
"Well, Timms will have chance to
explain to the proper authorities. Now
do your best. -
"I'm afraid he's gone too far, sir.
You know there are many houses in
New York that would like nothing bet
ter than to hide rebel.
Nothing in the world better. - said
the colonel.
GOOD night, sir.
GOOD night to you, sergeant, and
better luck -
81 hope for it, sir. -
| His steps sounded and the door OPEN
ed and closed. The candles still burned
in the outer room, for the light entered
through the chinlSs of the closet door.
And then l heard the scratching of a
quill. He was writing, and suddenly
thought who he might be. / remember
ed the exact situation and indeed the
colonel himself.
| Now in all this account the sudden
ness of the adventure must explain the
daze i'll which / had been Even had I
been dropped down in a place knew
better than New York these events
would have been enough to have con-
fused me, and | was not particularly
familiar with New York. I had passed
the summer of 1774 there. I remember
ed the location of certain streets, and
among many other features remember
ed the Van Halo manor on its hill The
place became as clear as if saw it in
the light. This was Colonel Van Halos
manor. That was indeed no other than
the Tory colonel himself.
l need not explain who he was to YOU.
You will know the man who put his
great estates at the kings service be-
cause he believed that no good, nothing
but disaster, would come of our success.
He was honest and brave and strong and
commanded with the rank of colonel a
troop which had been enlisted for the
king. l had fallen into his house, and
he was sitting out there-beyond the
door-writing
Then, as l stood there in that dark
hole, like q cornercd fox, remembered
where the shop Of Hosea Pringle stood
-Pringlc, the cobbler, who was a spy
in our service. 1t was down turn at
the lill's foot. II | could reach there,
Pringle would hide me. That was one
OF tie houses the sergeant had referred
to, one ct the spies they not SO much as
suspected. This much was plain. If
Pringle should lie in, he would find
means of sending me across the river.
My heart beat till | could hear its
| THINNING as T thp11uht If my, ,,oe;+;