with excitement; Lana, behind her, beckoned me; and I sprang up into the loft and paid my duty to them both.

“What a noble earthquake of artillery up the river!” said Lois. “Butler has no cannon, has he?”

“Not even a grasshopper!” said I gaily. “Those cannon shot are Clinton’s how d’ye do!”

“Poor’s guns, were they not?” asked Lana, striving to smile. “And that means you march away and leave us with ‘The World Turned Upside Down!’“ And she shrugged her shoulders and whistled a bar of the old-time British air.

“Come to the parapet!” said Lois impatiently. “For the last few minutes there has been a sound in the woods —