manliness? On
the other hand, if he were to make his escape and go back to the army,
would he not in a sense be lifting his hand against her father and
mother in his efforts to drive the British from Boston? More than
that, was it not becoming plain, that were the British to go, the
Tories must also go? for the bitterness between those who stood for
the king and those who supported Congress was deepening. Mr. Newville
sided with the king; he was holding an office under the crown. If the
British were driven out, he would be compelled to leave, and in all
probability his estate would be confiscated. If he himself were to
make his escape to the army, would he ever again behold the face of
Ruth Newville, ever again see the love beaming from her eyes, or feel
the touch of her hand? How could he go and leave her with such
uncertainty before him? And yet, would it not be ignoble to remain? If
he could get away, was it not his duty to do so? Was not his country
calling him?

Captain Brandon learned that General Howe had issued a proclamation
threatening with death any one who might attempt to escape without a
permit from himself. "More than this," said Mr. Brandon, "he has
issued another proclamation for us to organize ourselves into
companies to preserve order. He will furnish us with arms and supply
us with provisions the same as the troops receive. We are commanded to
report to Peter Oliver within four days. Being stiff in the joints, I
shall not comply. Besides, I don't intend to leave such fare as you
give me, Berinthia, for the salt junk and tainted pork doled out to
the soldiers."

Once more there was a familiar step in the hall, and Ruth entered the
room. The rich bloom of other days was once more on her cheeks, the
old-time smile illumining her countenance. Her quick perception
detected a mind disturbed. They sat down by the fire. She laid her
hand in his, and leaned her head upon his shoulder.

"What is it?" she asked, smoothing the troubled brow.

"I have been thinking that I am still a prisoner, liable to be seized
at any moment and sent far away or put in confinement. What ought I to
do? Shall I attempt to escape, run the chance of being shot, or
captured and executed, as threatened by the proclamation? If I make
the attempt and succeed, possibly we may never meet again," he said
with faltering voice.

"Never meet again! Why not?"

[Illustration: Planning the Escape.]

"I may be captured and hanged. If I