The little group presented a varied scene. The girl, young, tender, was plainly animated with a strong undercurrent of excitement which thrilled her entire frame, flushing her cheeks and sparkling in her eyes. Her tender years, her inexperience with the world, her guileless mind and frank open manner had not yet prepared her for the enormity of the crime which had of a sudden been flashed full upon her. For the moment realization had given way to wonder. She sensed only the magnitude of the tragedy without its atrocious and more insidious details. On the other hand there was the father, composed and imperturbable, to whom the disclosure of this scheme of the blackest treason was but another chapter added to the year of disasters which was just coming to a close. His more astute mind, schooled by long experience with the world and its artifices, had taught him to view the transit of events with a certain philosophy, a sort of pragmatic philosophy, with reference to the causes and the results of events and how they bore on the practical utility of all concerned; and finally the mother, who in her devout and pious way, saw only the Holy Will of God working in all things for His own praise and glory. "And they found the dispatches in his own writing?" the father asked deliberately. "In his stockings, beneath the soles of his feet." Again there was silence. "He is a prisoner?" "Of course. He was arrested for a spy. They say he is an Adjutant in the British army. He was in full disguise." "Hm!" Mr. Allison set his lips. "I think," continued Marjorie, "that it was the effect of a stroke of good fortune. He was taken by three men who were lying in wait for robbers. Otherwise he might have continued his journey in safety and the plot would have succeeded." "Thank God and His Blessed Mother!" breathed Mrs. Allison as she clasped her hands together before her in an attitude of prayer. "And Arnold?" methodically asked Mr. Allison. "He escaped to the British lines. I do not know how, but it seems that he has departed. The one important item, which pleased and interested the people, was the capture of the spy and the frustration of the plot." The father left the chair and began to pace the room, his hands behind him. "It is a bad blow. Too bad! Too bad!" he repeated. "I do not like it, for it will destroy the courage and confidence of our people. Arnold was the idol of the army, and I fear that his defection will create a great change of heart." "The army will be better off without him," said Mrs. Allison. "I agree with you," was the reply. "But the people may decide in a different manner. There is reason for worry." "What was the effect of Lee's attempted treason?" spoke up Marjorie. "The people loathe him, and he will die an outcast."