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70” CEDAR SWAMP; OR, WILD NAT’S BRIGADE. “Your friend ’as concluded to ’elp hus,” remarked Blan: chard, rather humorously inclined, ‘by making tracks for the lines. The ’ole garrison will soon be here; so come along young chap, hand we'll show you the hinterior of has good # a bake-hoven as you hever grinned hover.” And amid the laughs and jeers of the crowd, John was forced away to the guard cells. - | CHAPTER Xl. THE CAPTOR AND THE CAPTIVE. Two days have passed since Catherine was made a prisoner. She has seen no one but the old negress. Her room was only lighted by a lamp, every ray of the sun haying been carefully shut out. Several times she had thought of attempting to overpower the negress, but, though old, that personage prom- ised no easy victory; and then, though no other person had entered the room, yet the steps of some one were always heard accompanying the colored woman*on her journey up. the stairs. If Kate should even be successful in,the attempt to overpower the negress, she knew not whom she might meet in her flight from the room. Environed by guards, her -only resource. was to place herself in the hands of Providence and await the end. Seated by the table, her head resting upon her arms, her mind absorbed in its own misery, Kate scarce heard the noise made by the opening of her door. The sharp click of the bolt as it was shot back to its place by the turning of the key, however, startled her; and when her eyes; all red and swollen ~ from weeping, were rained, they fell upon the form of 4 man, standing by the door with the key in his hand. At the first glance she did not recognize him, for he was clad in a long cloak, while his hat was drawn down over his eyes; but, when he threw back his cloak, and removed his hat, she exclaimed, in the agony of her surprise, ‘ Captain Preston o? “Yes, I am he,” said Reginald, taking a seat. ‘ ginald comiicloookks.Ccoh