dy at the door."

The lady quickly recovered herself. "Come!" she said, and led Calhoun into
a room. Here she began working in a corner. Her hands trembled as she did
so, for the soldiers were thundering at the door downstairs, and she could
hear it giving way. To Calhoun's intense surprise, a section of the
apparently solid wall gave way, leaving an opening large enough for a
person to enter by crawling on his hands and knees.

"Quick, go in!" said the lady.

Calhoun needed no second bidding, but crawled in, and the wall slowly came
back to place. Calhoun found himself in a narrow place, between the wall
of the room and the side of the house. The house had been built with a
mansard roof on the sides, thus leaving a space. This space was about
three feet wide at the bottom, coming to a point at the top. Close under
the eaves, where it would not be noticed, an aperture had been left for
the admission of air, and through it a ray of light came.

Narrow and contracted as his quarters were, to Calhoun they were more
welcome than a palace. It was plain that the place had been occupied
before, for on the floor there were soft blankets, and in feeling around
Calhoun discovered a jug of water and some provisions. It was evident that
no one who was put in there hurriedly was to be allowed to suffer from
thirst or hunger.

Calhoun could hear every word which was said when the soldiers searched
the room. His heart stood still when he heard them sounding the walls, but
they gave forth no uncertain sound, and the soldiers departed, much to his
relief.

It was not until the next day that Calhoun was allowed to leave his
hiding-place, and then he was told he must not leave the room. He had to
be ready to seek his refuge at a moment's notice, if found necessary. For
three days he was virtually a prisoner, then the guards around the block
were withdrawn.

Word was taken to his aunt and Kate where he was. They had been in an
agony of fear over his non-return. But they durst not visit him.

To Mrs. Lovell and her daughters Calhoun felt he could never repay what
they had done for him. He felt like a brute, when Annette was introduced
to him, her pretty features disfigured by a swollen nose, and when he was
making his most abject apologies, she interrupted him with a gay laugh.

"I am proud of that nose!" she exclaimed; "as proud as a gallant soldier
of his wounds, for does it not show that I have shed my blood for our
beloved Sou