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64 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. tell a lie, and he did not dare to refuse to give a re- ply. “I do know,’’? he at length said. His face was pale as marble, but he was calmer than before. “And who was it?”’ ‘I gave the intelligence myself.’’ ‘“You did?’ “Ves. 33 The old Tory stood like a statue and ceaue upon his boy. His face was black as night with passion, and his eyes flashed with a fire so intense that the very lashes seemed to scorch beneath the rays. ““They paid you for doing it,’’ he hoarsely whis- pered. | “No. J did it for my country, and if I am ever paid for the deed, it will be by seeing the land of my birth set free from the tyrants rule. I do not sell my principles of action.’ ’ Silas Ryan started at this last remark,, but it affected him only to enrage him the more. ‘“Boy,’’ he said, *‘do you know what you have done?’’ “Yes. I have helped my country to take one step toward trampling upon her chains.”’ ‘““Ay, and you have sealed your own death-war- rant! You have proved a traitor!’’ ‘To whom have I proved a traitor?’’ “To your king.’’ ‘‘l owe him no allegiance.”’ ‘*You have betrayed your father. ’’ ‘“‘It is my father who has betrayed Kimself.”’ ‘“Knough, boy, you must die!’ “Die! What do you mean, father?’’ ‘‘I mean that you must die. Your death-warrant is sealed.’’