I could well fancy that Sam’s impatience at being forced to remain so long in one place was much the same as that which troubled me. While we were on the move, seemingly accomplishing something, it was not difficult to keep one’s courage screwed to the sticking point; but I knew full well that when we had nothing with which to occupy ourselves save the passing of time, a realization of that which lay in the near future would come upon us. In other words, I feared that inactivity would breed timorousness. Well, it could not be helped, since there was no question but that we should keep under cover during the hours of daylight, and I followed Seth Hartley’s example by making for myself as comfortable a bed as might be had amid the rocky fragments, and, this done, betook myself to courting sleep as a means of banishing unpleasant thoughts or dismal forebodings. It seems strange to me now that I could have lost myself in the unconsciousness of slumber so quickly, knowing all the possibilities of the future; but it is a fact that I was hardly more than stretched out on the hard bed when I crossed over into Dreamland. I must have remained thus happily unconscious many hours, for on awakening it could be seen by the absence of the sunlight which had penetrated our hiding place when we first entered, that the day was nearly spent. I was for leaping to my feet at once, because long remaining in one position had cramped my limbs; but before I could do more than raise my head Sam’s hand was pressed over my mouth, and I had sufficient sense to understand that there was reason why silence be maintained. Of course my first thought was that the enemy must be near at hand, and pressing Sam’s arm to let him know that his cautionary signal was understood, I slowly and noiselessly raised myself to a sitting posture, observing that all my comrades were awake and gazing intently out through the apertures between the rocks that were loosely piled in front of us. Then I could hear the hum of voices, and believing that the Tories might have found our trail on the wet earth, I crept cautiously to where it was possible for me to have a view of the entrance to the quarry. There, much to my surprise, I saw four Britishers--marines I took them to be, because of the fact that they were clad in the same uniform as that worn by Seth Hartley when we made him prisoner. They were smoking, and had the appearance of men who had halted on a leisurely journey, rather than resting from the fatigues of a chase. The first words which came to my ears were evidently a portion of an answer to some remarks: “I don’t like it, I tell you. I’m ready to do my full duty when it comes to what you might call real fightin’; but this huntin’ down men an’ boys simply because they do not happen to have the same opinions as we, ain’t what I call manly.”