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"In the first place, it is a sort of a torified neighborhood about there which may hold those more likely to mistrust and snap us up than the regular-built enemy, who may, some of 'em, be there too, likely; as a regiment, or so, have already gone on, by this same road, to Fort Edward, which is not a great ways beyond." "Is there no way to avoid going through the place?" asked Sabrey.
"It acts some like a funeral there," observed Bart, doubtfully; "but then those Indians, that seem to be waiting for some one and that horse with the lady's saddle on him, which they appear to have the care of, and which looks, by the trim, like a British army horse and " "Bart, do you know who lives there?" interrupted Sabrey, with a sudden start.
"A tory," replied the other; "but not a fighting one, I gathered. That's him and his wife standing before the door, I take it. His name is Me something." "Merciful Heaven!" exclaimed Sabrey. "I understand it all now.
Surprise at an act as unexpected as it was munificent, kept all mute for some seconds; when Sabrey, whose sensibilities were too deeply moved to permit her to speak, threw upon the donor a look which her grateful emotions made more eloquent than any language she could have summoned for a reply; and then, turning, she silently extended her hand to Woodburn, with the deed still laying across the open palm.
"Well, sir, what discoveries are you making there?" at length asked Sabrey, wondering at his prolonged silence. "Why, nothing very alarming, be sure," replied the other. "The place looks as if it was deserted, except one house; but there's something going on about that which I don't somehow seem to understand.
"I am unacquainted with the locality, and the character of the inhabitants, and shall, therefore, be wholly guided by you," responded Sabrey, reining up in compliance with the motions, rather than the words, of the other. "But what means have you had of ascertaining what you suggest respecting the place?"
'If this is Miss Sabrey Haviland, I have a letter for her also, here interposed the messenger, rising and presenting the letter in question. Sabrey broke open the proffered letter, which proved to be from her friend Miss McRea, and ran thus: "You remember your promise, Sabrey, to visit me the first opportunity. That opportunity now occurs.
Can they, do you suppose?" "I think not," replied Sabrey, "or we should have been sent back at once, to the British camp, as we expected; but, believing he shall meet with no serious opposition, and probably fearing I should find some means to escape, if sent back, my magnanimous persecutor concludes to drag me round with him and his minions, that I may be watched more closely, till, having completed his anticipated triumphs, he is ready to return."
"Hear what?" asked her surprised and wondering companion, who had heard nothing to warrant so sudden a change in the other's demeanor. "That sound from the forest yonder," answered Sabrey, pointing over to the wood bordering the opening to the south. "But hush! listen! it may be repeated. There didn't you hear it then?"
"And what answer do you intend to return to this kind and pressing invitation of your friend, Sabrey?" asked Haviland, after attentively reading the epistle. "That I do not think it advisable to accept it, at this time, father," answered the girl. "Why not advisable?" asked the other, in a censorious tone.
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