"Run!" he cried. "I've got the letter. Out of this, before the other fellow comes back." They could hear the baffled cries of the man back in the cellar as they ran down a damp, dark passageway and up a pair of steps, and out into the open air. "This way," ordered Andy, guiding his friend down into the hollow, out of it, and, after that, into the street beyond the scene of their latest adventure. "We want to steer clear of the Town Hall. The other fellow is back there." "Why! how did you find me, Andy?" panted Phil. "Saw you all the time, pretty nearly," declared Andy, "but it wasn't the right thing to put in an appearance until the right minute. I noticed that fellow grab you, and ran after you. Got knocked down by this--" "What is that, Andy?" inquired Phil, as Andy lifted his coat from the belt sufficiently to show the edge of some kind of a long, flat package stuffed in, next to his shirt. "Never mind now--tell you soon," replied Andy. "I knew the package was not intended for me, but I suspicioned something and stowed it away on general principles. Then I followed you and the man to that cellar. When he came out, I sneaked in." "To some purpose, friend Andy," commented Phil warmly. "And now then, to get to the selectman's house and see Dr. Warren." A few brief inquiries directed the boys. They were soon knocking at the door of the home of a Mr. Longworthy in their quest for Dr. Warren. A sweet-faced girl attired in neat homespun welcomed them with a pleasant smile, and making his mission known led them into the best room of the house. A man sat at a table reading a book. "That is Dr. Warren," whispered Phil to Andy, whose heart was beating fast at the thought of meeting at last the great colonial leader whom he worshipped as a hero. "Two young gentlemen to see you, Dr. Warren," said the girl. "Why, this is young Warrington," instantly spoke the well-known patriot, as he arose and shook hands warmly with the Boston boy, whom he remembered and whose father was a cherished personal friend. "This is my chum, Andy Sabine, of Concord, Dr. Warren," introduced Phil. "Another good colonial name," said their host, and shook hands also with Andy, whose finger tips tingled with pride and pleasure. "It seems to me that you both are pretty far from home." "We came purposely to see you, Dr. Warren," said Andy. "Phil has a letter from my father." "I had better explain its crumpled condition," said Phil, after Dr. Warren had broken the seal and perused the note.