POUNDRIDGE

We now approached the door of the manor house, where we named ourselves to the sentry, who presently fetched an officer of Minute Men, who looked us over somewhat coldly.

“You wish to see Major Lockwood?” he asked.

“Yes,” said Boyd, “and you may say to him that we are come from headquarters express to speak with him on private business.”

“From whom in Albany do you come, sir?”

“Well, sir, if you must have it, from General Clinton,” returned Boyd in a lower voice. “But we would not wish it gossipped aloud.”

The man seemed to be perplexed, but he went away again, leaving