, there;
go down and wait. I don't think anything will happen to-day to frighten
you. Never mind; if any one comes I'll open the door."

"Oh, my dear, I can't let you do that," remonstrated the old woman.
"What would my lady say?"

"That old Berry was a dear, good, obedient housekeeper, who always did
what she was told."

"Ah!" sighed the old lady, with a piteous smile; "you always did coax
and get the better of me, Master Frank; and many's the time I've made
you ill by indulging you with pudding and cakes that you begged for.
Yes, I'll go down, my dear; but I'll come the moment you call or ring."

Frank stood watching her till she reached the foot of the stairs, and
then started and ran across the hall in his excitement, for a clock was
striking, and he had hardly let down the chain and unfastened the door
to hold it ajar, when there was a step outside, it was pushed open, and
Drew Forbes glided in, and thrust it to.

"Frank, old lad!" he cried excitedly, as the chain was replaced; and he
seized his companion by the shoulders, and shook him. "Oh, I am glad to
see you again."

"And I you," cried the lad, as full of excitement.

"Hah! these are queer times. I am fit to touch now. Did you ever see
such a miserable, dirty beggar as I was that day in the Park?"

"Don't talk about that, Drew," cried Frank; "come upstairs."

"Yes, we may as well sit down, for I'm nearly run off my legs. I say,
did you get hurt in the crowd?"

"A little," said Frank eagerly. "Were you there?"

Drew did not reply till they were in the room on the first floor looking
over the Park; and then he threw himself full length on one of the
couches, while Frank closed and locked the door.

"Not laziness, old lad--fagged, and must rest when I can. Was I there?
Of course I was. But oh, what a mess we made of it! Everything was
well thought out; but you were too strong for us. We should have got
them all away if they had not trapped us with the foot guards. Some
soldier must have planned it all. Our fellows fought like lions till
they began firing volleys and drove all before them with fixed bayonets.
Poor dear old Frank! I am sorry for you."

"And I'm as sorry for you," said the boy sadly, as he pressed the thin,
white, girlish hand which held his.

"Sorry for me?" said Drew sharply. "I'm all right."

"Then your father was not one of the prisoners?" said Frank eagerly.

"Not with them? Didn't you see him there?"

"No;