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It was six o'clock in the early evening, the sun still shining, and in the air a sea-balone to see Sir Henry, Butler desiring to be presented by so grand a personage as Sir Peter, I think, throughmission should have been sufficient credentials Sir Henry Clinton was not too difficult of approach

Meanwhile I, finding neither Lady Coleville nor the Hon Elsin Grey at home, had retired toButler's violent designs on the frontier When I finished Ihat, snuff-box, and walking-stick, went out into Wall Street, through the dismal arcades of the City Hall, and down to Hanover Square

Opposite Mr Goelet's Sign of the Golden Key, and next door to Mr Minshall's fashionable Looking-Glass Store, was the Silver Box, the shop of Ennis the Tobacconist, a Boston man in our pay; and it was here that for four years I was accustoo north to his Excellency or to Colonel Willett, passed along froh who these secret helpers along the route ed hiht, and a week or more later they were at Dobbs Ferry, West Point, or in Albany John Ennis was there when I entered; he bowed his dour and angular New England bow, served a custo to erous hands upon his apron--hands to throttle a Tryon County wolf!

"Butler's in town," he said harshly, through his beak of a nose "I guess there's blood to be s-wolf's abroad at sunup He ca the packet froht--the best way to conceal anything

"How do you know?" I asked

"A Bull's-Head drover whistled it an hour since," he said carelessly "That same drover and his mate desire to see you, Mr Renault Could you, by chance, take the air at dusk--say on Great George Street--until you hear a whippoorwill?"

I nodded

"You will not fail, then, sir? This drover and his fellow go north to-night, bearing the cross o' fire"

"I shall not fail theuineas frooes to the prison-ships; they are worse off there than under Cunningha more to-morrow"