“Oh, this seems almost too good to be true!” Aunt Martha was saying. For the next fifteen minutes questions and answers followed one another in quick succession. Then at last Don asked gravely: “Uncle David, where did you come from? I never saw you in the column.” David Hollis laughed heartily. “I saw you, though; my company led the column. But you were so interested in our general that you didn’t have eyes for anybody else.” “Never mind, Don,” said Glen; “he’s a fine man to look at, the general is.” “What a hard time you’ve had here!” said Uncle David. “Your aunt has been telling me. My boy, I’m proud of you for the way you’ve acted and especially for the way you kept the Redcoats from getting that stuff in the cellar.” “Yes, Don, you sure played the fox that time,” said Glen. “And now that the Redcoats have gone, I’m thinking you and I and that other boy will be able to do a little trapping in the woods together.” “Now, David,” said Aunt Martha, “what are we going to do with the stuff in the cellar? I don’t want it to remain there; truly I don’t.” David Hollis laughed and turned to his nephew. “It’s yours, Donald,” he said; “you’ve earned the right to it, I think; do with it as you wish. Perhaps you can sell it.” “Me--sell it!” exclaimed Don. “It’s yours. My friend in the South doesn’t want it.” “With all that cloth you won’t have to worry about breeches now for the rest of your life, Don,” said Glen grinning. Don did not reply; he was thinking hard. The next morning while Glen and his uncle were with the troops he entered the cellar and spent almost an hour making a list of the supplies that were there. Then he hurried up-stairs and went out into the street. Half an hour later he was standing in front of a lieutenant in a large hallway. “I’d like very much to see General Washington,” he said. “Indeed,” said the lieutenant; “and what may be your business?” “I have something to give him.” “Indeed. You don’t look as if you had much to give.” The lieutenant smiled good-naturedly. “I’m sorry to have to turn you away, but the general is a busy man these days.” Don fell back a pace and looked around him. “I’m sorry----” the lieutenant was saying, when a door opened, and a tall figure stepped into the hall. Like a flash the lieutenant and several other officers who were standing near by snapped to attention. It was Washington himself that was walking quietly toward the entrance. Don gulped once, and then before he knew what he was doing he had exclaimed: “Sir--General Washington!” The general turned, and Don pulled his slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to him. “This is a list of goods that were in our cellar all during the occupation,” he said. “My uncle, Capt. David Hollis, gave them to me for keeping the Redcoats from getting them. I want to give them to our army.”