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Spikeman, on reaching the house of the jailer, was about to knock at the door, when his attention was arrested by sounds which made him pause. The weather being warm, the window was open, and he was able to hear distinctly what was said within.
What chance would a poor unprotected girl have in a contest with the rich and powerful Assistant? Who would take her word in opposition to his? Spikeman well appreciated his advantage, and calculating with absolute certainty upon her silence, was, in consequence, the more audacious.
"Master Spikeman," he said at length, "if I have unjustly suspected thee, I crave pardon. There may be something in what you said, but the prison hath clouded my mind." "Think no more of it, Philip, though doubtless it is so. I have known many a one who, by confinement, hath irretrievably lost his wits. Therefore will it be wise in thee not to be arrested again."
"Oh, give me liberty! For were even Paradise my prison, Still I should long to leap the crystal walls." The motives which animated Spikeman to play the part which he did in the court that condemned the soldier, will now be better understood.
There was something insufferably insulting, both in the tone and in the insinuation concealed in the language, which was not entirely understood by the pure mind of Eveline, but which was maddening to her lover. "Only a base ingrate and liar," he cried, "would slander celestial purity. Master Spikeman knows that what he utters is false."
"Good Sam," said Philip, extending his hand and raising the other up, "let thou and I be sworn friends. There is some mystery behind this matter which it behooves us both to have cleared up. Answer me a question. Did Master Spikeman know of that paper?" "Surely he did. He inquired of me concerning it." "Umph!" grunted Philip.
Off went the chaise, leaving Joey on the road with the packet in his hand; our hero turned round and perceived the lights close to him, and, not exactly wishing to be interrogated, he set off as fast as he could, and never checked his speed until he arrived at the cottage where he and Spikeman had taken up their quarters.
"Where did your uncle's lawyer live?" "In Albany." "Do you know his name?" "I think it is Spikeman. Why?" Garrison was looking at her again with professional coldness, despite the fact that his heart was fairly burning in his breast.
"I would think thee more cunning than any powah of them all, and, moreover, advise thee to keep out of the way of the elders and magistrates." "Keep quiet a moment, and I will try my powahing." So saying, the young man whistled the peculiar notes of the bird, which, in the dewy silence of night, rung wide through the Woods. "Halt!" cried Spikeman, who instantly suspected some treachery.
As soon as this arrangement was completed, they returned back to the copse near to the mansion-house, Joey rolling the knife-grinder's wheel. "You see, Joey," said Spikeman, "the first thing necessary will be to stimulate curiosity; we may have to wait a day or two before the opportunity may occur; but, if necessary, I will wait a month.
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