“My God, I am blushing again! What ails me? I tremble. Oh, that face! that voice! those words deep in wisdom! Great God! I am in love!” * * * * * He paced up and down his chamber. He took off his shoes and outer garments and lay down to sleep, but he could not. He tossed from side to side; he jumped up and sat on the chair, but no repose could he find. “What can I do? Shall I throw everything overboard? Shall I renounce my mission, and ask Miss Greydon to be my wife? No, I can not do that, for the traitor, Arnold, has me in his power. If I proceed in this nefarious business, my life will not be right to meet this pure and innocent soul on an equality.” Straightening himself up and gazing out of the window, Barclugh saw the birds carrying straws to build their nests, and the bees bringing honey to the hive in the garden, and he mused no longer but walked to and fro as he resolved: “Come, Barclugh, brace thyself. Ah, I shall proceed. I shall attempt both ends. If one fail, perhaps the other will succeed. I know which one I most desire. “But I must not linger here. To hear her voice again I shall be lost. I must go very soon; yes, at once.” Barclugh had now calmed and he lay down again and slept soundly for two hours. Awakening with a start, he dressed in haste, and found his host and informed him that the urgency of this business would not let him rest longer. Leaving his compliments for his hostess and Miss Mollie with the Doctor, Barclugh mounted his horse and galloped down the avenue of hemlocks to the public road, and took the direction of Trenton on the Delaware. CHAPTER XIII The dearest thought of an American patriot is the fact that, no matter how deep and powerful the plots for aristocratic forms of government, these ideas wither and die in embryo on the free soil of America. The dreams of a Fairfax in Virginia, the Patroons in New York, a Blennerhasset in the Ohio Valley, were never to be realized in the free air of America. The principle of primogeniture found no favor in the new land of hope and refuge. The Covenanters in Pennsylvania and the valley of Virginia, the Puritans in New England, the Quakers in Pennsylvania, the Catholics in Maryland, the Debtors in Georgia, all left British soil with grievances which were to be righted in the wilderness.