"I could not begin to imagine." "Where do you live? In town?" "For the present, yes." "Who are you?" "Can't you see? Just one of you?" "Never saw you in those clothes before. If I am not greatly mistaken you are the one who came to the Coffee House one day with Matt. Allison." "Yes," admitted Stephen, "I am the same." "How did you come by those clothes?" "Borrowed them." "In disguise, eh?" "It was necessary to simulate a disguise. Otherwise I could never have gained admission here. I learned that Jim Cadwalader had been impressed into the company and I arranged to come in his place." "Oh!" "You took a mighty big risk." "It was required. But I knew that there was but one way of playing this game and that was to defeat them openly by their own tactics. I had to depend, of course, upon the temper of the proposed members. All might be lost or won at one throw of the dice. I worded my remarks to that effect, and I won." "What did you say your name was?" "I did not say what it was," Stephen exchanged in good-natured repartee, "but since you ask, it is Meagher." "Captain Meagher?" Stephen smiled. It must have been fully half-past nine when the meeting broke up; and that was at the departure of Stephen. He had lingered long enough to assure himself that the company was of a mind far different from that which had engaged them upon their arrival. They were now to go forth wiser men. But they knew that the people of the city could be moved quickly to indignation--as quickly, indeed, as they could be moved to favor. And how were they to explain their conduct? They resolved to lay the story with all its details before the very table of public opinion and allow that tribunal to discriminate between the shades of guilt. Anderson, of course, had fled. That in itself was a confession and a point in their favor. It was plain to their minds that they had been victimized by the clever machinations of this man. If there had been any lack of unity of opinion concerning the righteousness of the project before, there was no divided opinion now. They knew what they were about to do, and they made all possible haste to put their thought into execution. The ancient antipathy against the Military Governor was only intensified the more. Rumor would confirm the charges that would be published against him, of that they would take proper care. It was enough that they had been deluded by Anderson, but to be mere pawns in the hands of Arnold was more than they could stand. Too long had he been tolerated with his Tory wife and her manner of living, and now was an opportunity. Their path of duty was outlined before them. Thoroughly satisfied with his evening's work, Stephen turned down the street whistling softly to himself. CHAPTER IX I "Come!" said Stephen in response to the soft knock upon his door panel. "Just a minute."