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aM, ate a eee ge et OO. + “ea ee t5 ; 5 ; _ | « . — . , J 32 THE SONS OF LIBERTY. “T helped the landlord carry some Jamaica up to them, and, as I came last, and they had every thing they wanted, 1 — took charge of the key. Come on. I know where old Whitghead’s house is. I saw it to-day.” The two hurried off at a quick pace, and soon passed. be: fore a low wooden house which was closed for the night. Toramy gave a low, peculiar whistle, and it was answered by a similar one from some distance. A moment after, a dark | form stole out from the cover of a neighboring building, and — joined them. It was the stranger. His face was muffled in a scarf, and he was otherwise disguised. “Are we watched, Tommy ?” he said, looking at the boy, whom he seemed to know. . : “No,” replied the lad. ‘“ Let’s to work at once. No need to waste time. You had better get out of : sight, sir,’ ad- dressing John. “ The old fellow_knows you, it seems.” “Pl step into the shadow,” said John, suiting the action to the word. As soon as he had done this the other two ad- vanced to the door and the stranger knocked. There was a_ slight confusion in the house, and a tremulous voice demanded who was there. ‘“‘A friend,” said the stranger. ‘ Open the door.” & “What do you want?” repeated the tremulous voice. “Don’t be a fool,” answered the stranger. “I come from Sir John Johnson and David Connor.” “Those are always passwords here.” A hand was heard fumbling with bolts and bars, and the door swung open to admit the two men. Joram Whitehead stood shivering on the threshold and invited them in. “The names you have mentioned are strong towers unto me. My hope is that they may be able to put down the vile men who will not let the officers of the king exercise their authority.” . “Are we alone?” said the stranger. “Yes,” replied Joram, “Truly I am a lone man, and have no wife; and my servant is away at the Royal George. : “Then we can talk in private.” “ Certainly.” “We will talk of this stamp business. You know Sit 3 John’s opinion upon this subject.” Ccommiclbooks.ceonn ’