er is.
There are some nice men out there," declared Anne, clasping her hands
about Rose's arm.

"Oh! then you found help," and there was a world of relief in Rose's
voice as Anne led her out of the room, which Mr. Mains did not forget to
lock carefully behind them.

"He thought we were Tory spies; that's why he locked us up," Anne
explained, in a tone that almost seemed to praise Mr. Mains for such
precaution.

"Tory spies, indeed!" said Rose, sending a scornful glance in his
direction. "He should have known better. Where is my father?"

"Right this way, miss," replied Mr. Mains humbly, and the girls
followed him to the kitchen where they found Mr. Freeman surrounded by
the four men who had brought Anne back to the house.

Rose's father was as ready to pardon the mistake as Bill Mains was eager
to have him.

"It's worth a little trouble to find we have such good men ready to
defend our cause," he declared, "but I am afraid my girls here are
pretty tired, and if you can give them a room without cannon and powder,
I'm sure they will sleep well," as indeed they did in a neat little
chamber into which Mr. Mains conducted them, bringing in the little
trunk which had been strapped on the back of the chaise.

Mr. Freeman had believed that he was in the hands of the Tories, so that
he did not greatly blame his host for being doubtful regarding him.

"It will delay us a little on our journey, but it is no great matter,"
he said pleasantly in response to Mains' repeated apologies. Then Mains
explained that this house had been built of brick, and then boarded over
and covered with shingles, as a storehouse for supplies for the American
army. The four men had just returned from carrying powder to a couple of
Yankee boats at Plymouth. These boats were among the many privateers
that cruised about during the Revolution, harassing English vessels, and
often capturing rich prizes, and helping the American cause. They stayed
late in the evening talking with Mr. Freeman, and listening with
interest to what he could tell them of affairs in Boston; and when they
started off on their way toward Brewster they promised to let his
brother know of the mistake, which seemed to them a very good joke on
their friend Mains.

Mr. Mains was up at an early hour the next morning, and Mr. Freeman
declared the breakfast to be the best that he had ever tasted. There was
broiled partridge, hot corn bread, a big dish of freshly picked
blueberries