trees and bushes and the long, dank grass upon the bank above her. Sally shuddered, put out her hands, frantically to stay Zenas's going. "Stay!" she wanted to say. "I will return—anything, even detention by the patriots—anything be better than staying here i' this lonely, forsaken spot wi'—that at my feet!" But no sound left her lips and Zenas, not seeing her imploring gesture, had disappeared.
It was not long, however, before he was back. "Sally!" came his excited whisper.
"Aye?" She crept toward the bank.
"Did ye hear me stumble but now? I was angry—but—but 'twas the saddlebags o'er which I stumbled!"
"The saddlebags?" amazedly. "Oh, Zenas, the saddlebags wi' the bullets?"
"Aye!" Zenas laughed exultantly. "Aye—the varlets must have dropped them over here beside the bank before they fought!"
"Hush!" cautioned Sally. She stooped and prodded the bags which lay as though flung against the sandy bank. "Aye," and now her voice, too, was triumphant, "'tis the bullets! Our luck be changed! And now there be no danger o' Captain Littell confining ye on suspicion an ye return to the tavern, for we have proven our story!"
"I' that case, Sally, ye go i' my place! And I will stay here wi' the Tory!" urged Zenas, with that
