h and eyes staring at
the speaker.

"I am her husband, and the men who are guarding us are the officers who
have her in custody."

"WHAT? Say that again!" uttered the farmer, panting for breath.

Mr. Berners repeated all that he had said, adding:

"I had got her away from this neighborhood, and on shipboard. And she
was rejoicing in her supposed safety and freedom, for the ship was
within a half hour of sailing, when these officers came on board with a
warrant and arrested her."

"THEY DID! Wait till I get my niggers together. The boys will want no
better fun than to tar and feather them devils, and set them afire and
turn 'em loose. And blame me if I don't give the best feather-bed in my
house to the service. Come along," exclaimed the farmer, starting off to
commence the work.

"Stop!" said Lyon Berners, laying his hand soothingly upon the shoulder
of the excited man. "Above all, you wish to serve my unhappy wife, do you
not!"

"Yes! with my 'life, and fortune, and sacred honor' as the Declaration
of Independence says."

"Then you can not serve her by any violence done to the officers, who
are only doing their duty."

"Doing their duty! Duty! That's a matter of opinion! I consider I should
be doing of _my_ duty if I was to order my niggers to take 'em out and
tar and feather 'em. Yes, and set 'em afire afterwards--burn 'em!"

"Yes; but that would be doing a great injustice to them, and also a
great injury to Mrs. Berners. If you really wish to serve my dear wife,
you can do so by helping her to escape."

"I'll help her to escape, with all my heart and soul! And with all my
heart and soul I'll shoot down anybody that dares to start from here in
pursuit of her!" emphatically declared the farmer.

"That is not necessary. You can cover our retreat by more peaceable
means. And now I must advise you that both these officers have used us
with the greatest kindness and consideration, concealing our identity
and shielding us from the curiosity and intrusion of strangers, whenever
they could do so, as is proved by your own experience, for you had no
suspicion as to who we might be."

"No, that I hadn't! And a good thing I hadn't too! for if I'd a known
that lady had a been kept a prisoner here in my house, I'd a pitched her
jailers neck and heels out o' the windows, and then set the dogs on
'em!"

"But that would have been very unjust to them, and injurious to the lady
you wish to befriend. And especially it