r room for young ladies than this old kitchen," he
continued. "Just come this way," and he opened a door into a long dark
passage, into which the girls followed him.

"Right in here," said the man, opening a door at the further end of the
hall, and holding it ajar for the girls to pass in.

"It's all dark!" exclaimed Anne, who had been the first to enter. Rose
was close behind her and as Rose crossed the threshold the heavy door
swung to behind them. They heard bolts shot and then all was quiet.

Rose sprang against the door with all her strength, but instantly
realized that it was useless to try to open it. "Father! Father!" she
screamed, and Anne, hardly knowing what she said, called also "Father!"

"It's dark as pitch," whispered Anne, clutching at Rose's dress; "there
can't be a window in this room, or we'd see light somewhere."

The two girls clung together, not knowing what next might befall them.

"There may be some other door," said Rose after they had screamed
themselves hoarse. "We must not be frightened, Anne, for father is sure
to look for us. Let's go round the room and try and find a door. We can
feel along the wall," so the two girls began to grope their way from the
door.

"These inside walls are brick!" exclaimed Rose, as her hands left the
wooden framework of the door. "Oh, Anne, I do believe it is a sort of
prison all walled inside." Just then their feet struck against something
hard and round which rolled before them with a little rumble of sound.
Rose leaned down. "They're cannon-balls," she whispered. "Oh, Anne!
There's a whole pile of them. Don't go another step; we'll fall over
them. I do believe the man is a pirate, or else a Tory." For in those
troublous times the Americans felt that a Tory was a dangerous enemy to
their country.

As the girls groped about the room they came to a heavy iron chest, and
sat down, realizing that all they could do was to wait until Mr. Freeman
should discover them.

"Don't be afraid, Anne," said Rose, putting her arm about her little
companion, and felt surprised when Anne answered in a hopeful voice:

"Rose, look! Right up on that wall there's a window. I can see little
edges of light."

"So there is, but it's too high to do us any good; we can't reach it,"
answered Rose.

"Well, I'm glad it's there," said Anne.

Now and then they heard the far-off roar of the thunder, but at last it
seemed to die away, and little edges of light showed clearly aroun