I had fancied a hue and cry would be raised next morning, when it was discovered that Archie had unceremoniously taken his departure from the prison; but, so far as concerned the outside world, it was as if nothing had happened. The lobster backs held their peace; but I was not such a simple as to believe no effort would be made toward learning who had given him assistance. On that morning when I went down to Dock square after having spent four or five hours in bed; it was with nervous trembling that I came upon a red uniform, whosoever the wearer, fearing lest I might be charged with having aided in the escape of a prisoner. No one appeared to give any attention to me however, and then I listened for a proclamation by the town crier; but none met my ears, neither did I see printed notices of any kind referring to Archie. During the forenoon I came upon Seth Jepson, and believed it was from him I would first learn the news; but if that lad had any inkling of the matter he kept a close tongue in his head. Question as I might, it was impossible to get from him a single word on the matter, and I finally came to believe he remained in ignorance of the previous night's doings, more particularly after he asked me with such an innocent air that I could not believe it assumed, if we did not propose to make some effort for the relief of our comrade. He had nothing of importance to report, and I left him in Dock square loitering about in the hope of overhearing some conversation among the lobster backs which would interest our friends at Cambridge, as I went boldly through Queen street. There it was I met Harvey Pearson, who had come upon much the same errand as I, and when we were within speaking distance he asked anxiously: "Have you heard anything?" "So far not a word. I have just left Seth Jepson, and it is evident he has failed of learning the news." "Can it be the lobster backs haven't missed him yet?" Harvey asked, and I proposed what might seem reckless: "Let us walk past the prison and see if anything has been done toward mending that window." This we did, taking care, however, not to gaze too intently at the walls of the jail; but seeming to have our attention attracted toward the opposite side of the street, yet before we were well come up to the scene of the previous night's adventure it was possible to see that the mischief wrought by Hiram Griffin had been partially repaired. The bars, which he had bent with his oaken stick, were not yet straightened, but had been put into place after a fashion, and the shattered window was closed with heavy planks.