repeated. "And I say that, whatever his name
may be, he is an honest man."

"You said you knew him, and yet do not know his name; is not that
strange?"

"Not at all. In these troublous days a man may have more names than
there are days in the week, and yet be honest."

"By what name did you know him?" asked the officer.

"As one who did good wherever he might be."

"He is accused----"

"The man who accuses him of wrongdoing must be bad at heart, for I will
swear that he is innocent."

"But they say he is a spy?"

"A spy? Accuse him of being a spy? Why, one might as well accuse me.
He is too open for a spy, and if he was one he would acknowledge it."

"And so criminate himself?"

"If he were a spy, I repeat, he would never deny it if put to the test.
Who is his accuser?"

"This man----"

"That shivering wretch! He looks half dead."

"He will be dead soon," Allen interjected, "for he is a murderer, as
well as one who bears false witness against his fellows."

"You say that you believe that miserable reptile, instead of this
honest man? Beside, think of the illogical position. If this man is a
spy, you have to admit that there is a war between your people and his,
and that your government denies."

"I am a soldier and must obey orders."

Allen rose in the dignity of his manhood, and rather startled his own
friends by saying:

"I never asked a man yet to disobey orders. Do your duty. I will go
with you to Sabrevous; but, mark me, I shall hold your government
responsible for my loss of time and for the indignity of this arrest."

Eben Pike had not been under arrest, and now he stood at the door,
waiting developments. He saw clearly what should be done. If Allen
was condemned, then Montgomery must be informed, and a quick move made
on Sabrevous and Allen liberated.

The procession was formed and Eben walked at a little distance from the
party, apparently taking no more interest in the affair than one of
idle curiosity.

The accuser was pinioned, a musket being secured under his arms across
his back, but Allen and his friends were allowed to march entirely
unfettered.

The monk, whom we have recognized as the "mad monk" who rescued Martha
Baker, walked by the side of the sergeant, while Remember Baker walked
with Allen, the soldiers marching in front and rear of the small party.

"How did you know that he was a murderer?" Baker whispered, pointing to
the miserable informer.

"I canno