d his forehead. "He will be here in a moment," he said. In a
short time, coming up as if from the bowels of the mountain, a figure
stood beside them. Brother Bethuel had closed the slide of his lantern,
and Wainwright could not see the face. "Miss Dooris sent me," he began.
"I am to warn you that the troops are on their way hither to-night, and
that they have a clew to your hiding-place."

"Who are you?" said the man.

"I am Miss Dooris's messenger; that is enough."

The man muttered an oath.

Brother Bethuel lifted up his hands with a deprecating gesture.

"You do not mean it, Richard; you know you do not.--Lord, forgive him!"
he murmured.

"Well, what am I to do?" said the man. "Did she send any word?"

"Only that you must escape."

"Escape! Easy enough to say. But where am I to go? Did she send any
money?"

"She will," said Stephen, improvising.

"When?"

"To-morrow."

"How much?"

"Quite a sum; as much as you need."

"Is she so flush, then?"

"She is, as you say--flush," replied Stephen.

Brother Bethuel had listened breathlessly to this conversation; and when
Eliot said, fretfully, "But where am I to go now--to-night?" he
answered: "Home with me, Dick. I can conceal you for one night; nobody
suspects me. The Lord will forgive; it is an Eliot."

"Wait until I warn the fellows, then," said the man, disappearing
suddenly in the same way he had appeared. Then Stephen, who had not
risen from his seat, felt a pair of arms thrown around his neck; the
little brother was embracing him fervently.

"God bless you! God bless you!" he whispered. "We will get him safely
out of the country this time, with your aid, Mr. Wainwright. An Eliot,
mind you; a real Eliot, poor fellow!"

But the real Eliot had returned, and Brother Bethuel led the way down
the mountain. They walked in single file, and Stephen saw that the man
in front of him was tall and powerful. They reached the house, and the
minister took the fugitive down into his cellar, supplying him with
food, but no light.

"Make no sound," he said. "Even if the house is full of soldiers, you
are safe; no one suspects me." He closed the horizontal door, and then
turned to Wainwright. "What are you going to do?" he asked, his small
face wrinkled with anxiety.

"I am going back to Ellerby."

"And when will you return with the money?"

"Some time to-morrow."

"I will go with you as far as the road," said Brother Bethuel; "I want
to see if the troops