fire, but
after a short rest, the order to march was given and Lady Betty drew a
sigh of relief.

"They kept to the fields from then on, and in an hour saw the little
cabin dark, gloomy and poverty-stricken, in front of them.

"At the first sound of horses stopping, old Martha came to the door,
ready to put up a fight if need be, but when she recognized Lady Betty
she shouted with joy, 'Sam, brisk up that fire a bit, it's your
mistress returned.'"

"I know Lady Betty went straight to her wounded husband," said Kit
triumphantly.

"Of course," exclaimed Bet. "She wouldn't wait a second. He was
tossing about on the bed, anxious about the safety of his wife. And
when he saw her coming into the room, he held out his hands to her, and
there were tears in his eyes. After he had held her in his arms to
assure himself that she was safe, he said, 'Betty, the message?' She
hastened to reply: 'I delivered it right into General Brock's hands.
Do not worry, the message went through.'

"Lord Cecil didn't get well quickly. The wound in his leg was worse
than they thought at first. And he was weak from loss of blood. The
little cabin afforded so few of the comforts of life that she decided
to get Lord Cecil back to the Manor as soon as possible."

"But wasn't there greater danger there?"

"No, that is Lady Betty didn't think so. At the Manor were stores of
food hidden away, and here they were half starved. That's why she got
word to the old servant, to come and help her take the master home.
And when they got him home, they hid him away."

"Oh Bet, where did they hide him?" asked Kit.

"In that long tunnel, in the arched room."

"The one you showed me the other day, is that it?"

"Yes, that's the one. Lady Betty moved down all the comfortable things
he needed, and she stayed there with him, living in the tunnel."

"And did people guess it, the enemy I mean?"

"No, they had good luck that way. The old servant took charge of the
house and cooked the food for them. They were not disturbed often, but
they could never be sure when a company of soldiers might come by and
stay for the night.

"And once the very men who were looking for Lord Cecil, stayed a day
and a half. Old Denby had a hard time keeping his temper, for they
ransacked the house. Only the fact that one of the men hoped someday
to be in possession of the estate, kept them from destroying the place.

"Lady Betty used to go back and forth through