While the two were waiting for Captain Sutherland, for whom an order had been despatched to report at the Beekman house for duty orders, Barclugh went over the details for the fruition of Arnold’s plot. The correspondence was to be conducted between Barclugh and Major Andre. Barclugh would sign as Gustavus; Andre would reply as John Anderson. Barclugh would turn over his letters to Arnold so that no traces could be found for detection. As Barclugh was known among his commercial associates to be in touch with merchants in New York, he could correspond with little suspicion. When Captain Sutherland was announced in the office below, General Clinton brightened up and arose as he addressed his associate: “Well, well, Mr. Barclugh, have you all of your effects ready to depart? I dislike to have you leave us so informally, but duty calls and there we are.” “Oh, I’m ever ready,” was Barclugh’s prompt reply. “My whole wardrobe and effects are on my person.” Captain Sutherland was ordered to proceed down the coast of Jersey, and land his passenger on the Jersey coast opposite Philadelphia, but in no case to sacrifice the safety of the passenger. Obey the passenger as to the place and manner of landing, and in no case to let his presence on the ship be known. Not even Captain Sutherland could be informed as to the business or name of Barclugh; he was simply introduced as Mr. Gustavus. The Captain of the Albatross and Barclugh mounted their horses and proceeded to Paules’ Hook landing in the early hours of the morning. When Barclugh and his companion had reached the landing and were walking briskly to the ship’s boat, out of the darkness came the figure of a female, who walked up to the two and touched Barclugh on the arm. Barclugh stopped in amazement and looked upon the creature inquiringly, and asked: “My good woman, what can I do for you?” “Nothing, sir,” sweetly replied the mysterious woman, “I was looking for my brother who was coming down to the ferry, and I thought that you were he,” she continued in the voice of a well-trained Indian girl. Barclugh was in a hurry to embark and did not make any note of the incident, for he could not clearly see the face of his questioner in the darkness. He passed on and boarded the Albatross, as he thought to himself, to perfect his security. CHAPTER XXIII “Say, Bill, if this brig gets into blue water without a tussle I miss my reckonin’,” dryly remarked one of the old sea-dogs to his companion, as the two leaned on the ship’s rail next to the cat-head. “The coast is swarming these days with lime-juicers and if we fall into their net, we’d wish to have our grog sent down to Davy Jones’ locker, where we’ll all be if Sammy Risk has a thing to do with it. He’d blow us all up before he’d strike.”