ed to the hero of Ticonderoga as he entered the
place, and out of consideration of his rank he was accorded a tool
chest on which to sit, and which was also to serve as sleeping place.

"Can I help you any?" whispered the guard, about an hour after Allen
had been placed on the chest.

"I wish you could get me some little blocks of wood to rest the iron
on," answered Allen, gratefully.

The man secured the blocks and so saved the constant strain of forty
pounds of iron pulling at the victim's legs.

While the men were kind and considerate, those in authority were just
the reverse.

Every indignity possible was heaped on the unfortunate prisoners.

It was midnight, on the first day of Allen's imprisonment, and the
Americans had managed to fall asleep.

Eben was lying at Allen's feet, enduring the most horrible tortures
because of the irons, but never complaining for fear that he might be
separated from his hero.

Suddenly their sleep was disturbed by a loud voice asking where the
rebels had been placed.

It was the captain's voice, and he knew well, for he had ordered every
detail.

"They are here, captain."

"Let them stand up."

Allen rose with difficulty, and staggered as he tried to stand at
"attention."

"Drunk, eh? Here, sergeant, see to it that this rebel does not have a
drop of anything to drink for twenty-four hours."

"Except water, captain?"

"I said not a drop of anything. He is drunk."

"Please, sir, he has had nothing to----"

"Silence! Do you want to be ordered to the hold?"

The sergeant was silent, though his whole nature rebelled against such
treatment.

The captain looked at Allen for a minute, then he asked:

"You were at Ticonderoga?"

"And I treated the prisoners with justice," answered Allen.

The only reply was a vigorous kick from the officer's well-shod foot.

Allen bit his lips, but did not resent the affront.

He knew that it was done to provoke him so that his persecutors might
have an excuse for inflicting some terrible punishment on him.

"See to it that these rebels do not sit down until I give permission."

It was the parting order of the captain, and the sergeant blushed with
shame as he heard the command.

When the officer left the deck Allen sat down.

"You must not do that, sir," said the sergeant, kindly; "you heard my
orders."

"I know, but I shall die unless----"

"Lie down, sir; I shall not stop you doing that. The orders were that
you m