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don't see where the harm would be in that, lad; but it isn't for me to say. Captain Jordan is in command of this squad."

      "But hark you, Mr. Hubbard. I have told only the truth. If my mother, a poor widow woman, is forced to take English officers as boarders, does that make of me a Tory?"

      "Well, lad, I can't rightly say it does, though after the junketin's you people have had in Philadelphia this winter, I allow all hands are more or less afflicted with that disease."

      "But I am not. The story I told about meeting Grimshaw is true. One of my companions is the son of Chris Ludwick, whom likely you know; we drew lots to see who should come here, and I was pleased because the choice fell on me. Do you think it right that I should be flogged and sent back before your officers have had time to find out whether I am telling the truth or a lie?"

      "No, lad, I don't, for I allow you have had plenty of chances to hear that which would be valuable to our side; but whether you would tell it or not is another matter."

      "Why shouldn't I want to tell it? Are the soldiers of the Continental army the only men in the country who love the cause?"

      "Those who love the cause should be in the army when men are needed as now."

      "Before General Howe took possession of Philadelphia I was too young to be received as a soldier – am too young now; but shall make the attempt to enter as soon as possible."

      "Would you be willing to enlist to-day?"

      "Not until I have talked with my mother. She depends upon me for assistance, and it isn't right I should leave home without her permission. But that has nothing to do with the story I came to tell. I swear to you I have heard that which should be known to your officers. I told it to Grimshaw, and he insisted I should not repeat it to any one of lower rank than a colonel."

      "Then it must be mighty important information."

      "So it is; yet without giving me an opportunity to tell it I am to be kept here and flogged."

      "That is Captain Jordan's affair," Hubbard replied; but Seth understood that his words had had some effect upon the man, and he continued yet more earnestly:

      "There can be no harm in taking me to Colonel Powers, for after that has been done you will still have the opportunity to give me a flogging. When I have repeated that which I came to say I shall yet be a prisoner."

      Hubbard made no reply to this, but walked quickly away to where Jordan was talking with a group of the men, and Seth began to hope he could yet accomplish his purpose, although he was far from feeling comfortable in mind as to what might be the final result of his attempt to aid the cause.

      During the next half-hour no one came sufficiently near the prisoner to admit of his entering into another conversation.

      The men were discussing some matter very earnestly, and Seth believed he himself was the subject.

      Then the scene was changed.

      Ten or twelve horsemen rode into the open, and by their uniforms Seth understood that officers of a higher rank than Captain Jordan had arrived.

      The newcomers did not dismount, but received the captain's report while in the saddle, and then, to the prisoner's great delight, rode directly toward him.

      "What is your name?" the eldest member of the party asked.

      "Seth Graydon."

      "Is it true that your mother has as boarders many officers of the British army?"

      "Yes, sir. There are seven from the Forty-second Highlanders, five of the Royal Irish regiment, and Lord Cosmo Gordon."

      "And you overheard a conversation at your mother's house which you believed would be of value to us?"

      "Yes, sir," and Seth told in detail of his conversation with Ezra Grimshaw, concluding by asking, "Are you Colonel Powers?"

      "I am, my lad, and see no reason for doubting your good intentions. You have been roughly treated, it is true; but it has not been serious, and you must realize that the soldiers are suspicious because of the many attempts at treachery this spring. You say you told Grimshaw what you had heard? Did he insist you should repeat it to me in private?"

      "No, sir. I was simply to tell no one of lower rank."

      "Then what have you to say?"

      Seth detailed the conversation he had heard in his mother's house, and Colonel Powers questioned him closely regarding the comments which had been made by the British officers at the time the subject was under discussion.

      When he had answered these questions to the best of his ability, the colonel beckoned for Captain Jordan, and said harshly:

      "I wonder, captain, that you and your troops should be so afraid of one boy as to bind him in such a manner. He has brought most valuable information, and should be richly rewarded for his services, instead of being trussed up in this fashion."

      The captain looked confused as he released Seth, and while doing so whispered in the boy's ear:

      "I am sorry, lad, for what has happened, and that is all any man can say."

      However much ill-will Seth may have felt toward his captor just at that moment, he had no desire to show it.

      The words of commendation spoken by Colonel Powers were sufficient reward for all he had undergone during his time of arrest, and he felt almost friendly-disposed, even toward those of the troopers who had so eagerly begun to prepare the switches for his back.

      "You shall have an escort as far toward the town as is consistent with your safety and ours," the colonel said when Seth was freed from the ropes. "I thank you for your service, and shall, perhaps, at some time be able to reward you better. When you decide to enlist, come to me."

      Then the colonel, beckoning to his staff, rode away with the air of one who has an important duty to execute, and Captain Jordan held out his hand to his late prisoner.

      "Forgive me, lad, and say you bear me no ill-will."

      "That I can readily do, now my message has been delivered," Seth replied promptly, and the troopers gathered around, each as eager to show his friendliness as he previously had been to inflict punishment.

      A horse was brought up, and the captain, now the most friendly of soldiers, said to Seth:

      "We'll escort you as far as the creek; further than that is hardly safe. You can easily reach home before dark, for the ride will not be a long one."

      "I can walk as well as not, if you have other work to do," Seth replied.

      "We are stationed on the road here to stop the country people from carrying in produce, and by giving you a lift shall only be continuing our duties."

      Seth mounted; the captain rode by his side; half a dozen men came into line in the rear, and the little party started at a sharp trot, which, owing to his lack of skill as a horseman, effectually prevented Seth from joining in the conversation the captain endeavored to carry on.

      In half an hour or less the squad had arrived at the bank of the creek, and Seth dismounted.

      "The next time you come this way I'll try to treat you in a better fashion, lad," Captain Jordan said, and Seth replied as the party rode away:

      "I don't doubt that; but the next time I come it will be with more caution, fearing lest I meet with those who will be quicker to give me the Tory's portion than were you."

      Then he set out at a rapid pace, congratulating himself his troubles were over, and that he would be at home before any of the inmates of his mother's house should question his prolonged absence.

      He believed his mission had been accomplished; that he had rendered no slight service to the cause, and that there was no longer any danger to be apprehended.

      He whistled as he walked, giving but little heed to what might be before or behind him, until, within less than five minutes from the time he had parted with the American horsemen, he was confronted by a squad of the Queen's Rangers, commanded by a lieutenant.

      "Take him up in front of you," the officer said to the

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