The other laughed, and soon Richard Blount was introduced. They inquired over and over again concerning the strength of the American forces, and, to tell the truth, the numbers did not suffer curtailing at George's hands. "Why, for three days," he said, "I appeared to be crawling through the midst of an army." "You did it well," responded one of the officers; "but, by the Dragon, you look a little like an Indian." "'Tis no disgrace, sir," George answered quickly, affecting to be angered at the other's tone. "'Tis an honor to be allied to the chiefs of our Northern tribes. Perhaps you did not know--" He stopped. "Pardon me," said the one who had last spoken. "I did not mean it as you have taken it. It was through my ignorance I spoke, as you assume." After the meal, which gave some excuse for shortening the conversation, George asked to be sent down to the city. "Can't you send me with a guard of honor?" he asked. "I will pay well for it." "I cannot spare the men," answered the first officer, politely, who appeared to be in command of the picket, "but your neighbor on the right is going to town. He will accompany you, and save you the trouble of explaining and drawing out your papers at every cross-road." "Thank you for the offer," said George. "And can you recommend the best inn that has a good cellar and table? for it seems to me that I have lived on parched corn for the last twelvemonth." In a short time he was mounted on a spare horse, and was plying his conductor with questions as they traversed the streets of the town of Harlem and passed over the undulating hills dotted with handsome residences that adorned Manhattan Island. As they came into the city the ravages of the fire were visible to the westward; almost one-third of the town had suffered. There appeared to be soldiers, soldiers everywhere. They were quartered in every house, barracked in every large building. They passed a gloomy-looking structure that had once been "The City Farms." "For what do they use that?" inquired George. "'Tis jammed to the top with 'rebel' prisoners," replied the officer. "I wish they could tow it out into the river and sink it there." George flushed hotly, but said nothing, and they made their way from the King's Road into one of the cross streets. "You had best stop at the 'City Arms,'" said the officer. "I will come to-morrow myself to conduct you to General Howe." "Thank you most kindly," said George. "But I must get some clothes first. I could not appear before the honorable gentlemen in this costume." "Do you intend seeking an appointment?" inquired his companion. "No," answered George; "I am lame." The officer reddened, for he was a gentleman. "I hope I shall see you to-morrow then," he said. "Good-rest to you."