sted on his feasting while we went hungry had
there been more than provisions enough to provide a single fair
allowance for the four of us.

It was dull work sitting in old Mary's cabin waiting for the coming of
the Jerseyman, although we knew full well that he might not be able to
pay us a visit within eight and forty hours; but it was in Pierre's mind
that we had best remain there, where he could come upon us at a moment's
notice, rather than walk around the village now it seemed certain we
could get no information regarding Saul.

I hardly remember how that long day did pass. I know full well, however,
that it seemed as if more than a week elapsed between sunrise and
sunset. I can even at this moment recall the fierce joy which was mine
when, just as the shadows of night were beginning to fall, the door of
the cabin was opened softly, and that man whom we had been waiting for
so eagerly came in.

I could hardly wait until he had closed the door behind him, before I
asked impatiently, with mingled hope and despair in my tones:

"Have you heard aught concerning Saul?"

When the reply came I leaped to my feet excitedly, rushing toward the
man as if to clasp him in my arms, for I had not dared to hope he would
bring positive news.

"Saul Ogden is confined in that guard-house where, so I am told, the
Widow Marshall formerly lived. Do you remember a small, one-storied log
building that stands perhaps two hundred paces in the rear of the
church?"

"Yes, yes, I know it well," I cried eagerly, although not being really
certain as to which of the houses the Widow Marshall had formerly lived
in. "What is the charge against him?"

"That I haven't been able to determine; but feel quite positive it is
nothing very serious, else would he be under stricter guard. Most like
he and some of the Tory villagers got into a brawl--"

"How is he guarded?" Pierre asked, and I understood that even then the
dear lad was casting about in his mind for some plan which might promise
success in our efforts to release him.

"There is but a single sentinel in front of the building. If Saul was
charged with being a spy, he would be confined in the basement of that
stone house overlooking the water--I know not who owned it before the
British occupation. Spies are more closely guarded, while your cousin
shares the quarters of such soldiers as are punished for slight
misdemeanors."

"Then it may be possible that we can aid him to escape?" I