"Six months after you sent him to England. He said he could not, durst not, stay there. He thought that God might have some work that needed _just him_ to do it. I think Harry found that work." "Why did you not tell me at the time?" "I was in Boston, at school, when Harry first came to me, and we talked together then about telling you. But at that time both of us supposed you to be a King's man, and the party feeling was then riotously cruel. Harry had been three months with Washington, and his peculiar fitness for the New York Secret Service had been found out. Still, Washington took no unfair advantage of his youth and enthusiasm. He told him he would be one of a band of young men who lived with their lives in their hands. And when Harry answered, 'General, if I can bring you information that will help Freedom forward one step, my life gladly for it,' Washington's eyes shone, and he gave Harry his hand and said, 'Brave boy! Your father must be a happy man.'" She paused here and looked at the father, and saw that his face was lifted and that a noble pride strove with a noble pain for the mastery. So she continued: "Harry _has_ helped Freedom forward. He found out, while pretending to fish for the garrison at Stony Point, the best way across the marsh and up the rocks. He helped to set afloat the reports that brought Tryon back from Connecticut, and the garrison from Rhode Island. He has prepared the way for many a brave deed, taken all the danger and the labor, getting no fame and wanting none, his only aim to serve his country and to be loved and trusted by Washington. If we erred in keeping these things from you, it has been an error of love. And when we knew you also were serving your country in your own way, Harry was sure you would do it better and safer if you were not always looking for him--fearing for him. Oh, father! surely you see how his presence would have embarrassed you and led to suspicion." "I would like to have seen the boy," he said, softly, as if he were thinking the words to himself. "He saw you often, never came to the city without passing the shop to see you; and it made both of us happy to believe that very soon now he would dare to speak to you and to say, 'Father, forgive me.'" "I must go to him, Agnes. Harry's life must be saved, or I, John Bradley, will know the reason why. Yes, and if he has to die there are some big men here, playing double-face, that will die with him. I know them----" "Oh, father! father! What are you saying? Vengeance is not ours. Would it bring Harry back to us?" "It is more than I can bear. Who was the informer? Tell me that. And where was he taken?" "I cannot tell who informed. He was taken with his little boat at Elder Semple's landing by a party of Scotch Highlanders." "What on earth was he doing at Semple's? Do you think the Elder, or that fine gentleman Neil, gave information?" "They were both arrested with Harry. They also are in prison."