ong the minority Tory
element."

Outside, the street was beginning to feel the impulse of life. Over
across, the buildings shone with the brightness of the morning sun which
was reflected mildly from the glassy windows. There was a silent
composure about it all, with no sound save the footfalls of the passing
horse or the rattle of the business wagon. Somewhere across the street
the man with the violin continued his fiddling.

"Does that keep up all day?"

"Almost! It is amusing to hear Griff swearing at him. The humorous part
of it is that he plays but one tune, 'Yankee Doodle.'"

"Can't ye steal it some night?" asked Jim, "an' bust it over 's head."

"I don't care," laughed Stephen, "he doesn't bother me."

The door opened and shut. Sergeant Griffin entered, saluted Stephen and
took the hands of the visitors.

"Well, what do you think of the boy?"

"I alwa's said he wuz a good boy."

"The fun hasn't begun yet," announced the Sergeant. "I have just learned
that the City Council has met, and is about to issue formal charges
against General Arnold."

Stephen whistled.

"They are glad of this opportunity," he announced quietly.

"Reed never took kindly to him, not from the first day," declared Mr.
Allison.

"Well, if Reed gits after 'm he'll make the fur fly. He's a bad man when
he gits goin'."

"Did you say they had met?" Stephen inquired.

"I understand they have. The affair of last night is being talked of
freely on the street. And they are talking about you, most of all, and
wonder if you had been sent by Washington to uncover this. One thing is
certain: Arnold is in disgrace and the sooner he gets out of here the
better it will be for him."

"The General likes 'im and p'rhaps 'll give 'im a transf'r."

"By the way!" interrupted Mr. Allison. "My girl wants to see you."

"See me?" Stephen quickly repeated, pointing to himself.

"She told me on leaving to tell you."

"Very well. Is it urgent?"

"No. I guess not. She didn't say it as if it were."

"Tell her for me, I shall go as soon as I can."

"What's th' next thin' t' do?" asked Jim.

"Matters will take care of themselves for awhile," Stephen replied.
"Anderson, I suppose, has left town together with Clifton and the
others. If the City Council has met to publish charges against Arnold,
there is nothing to do but await the result of these. The people, I
presume, are of one mind now and if they are not they will soon be
converted once the