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ONLY AN IMP. 30 | no one can gct in bere from de land, for you see de rocks is too steep all round.” “ But from the river, Rebel ?” “No, capt’in, de channel in bere is as windin’ as de road to heben; and ’sides, dur’s no opening wisible from de riber.” “All right, Rebel, my good fellow ; now let us take the boat.” The powerful negro soon had launched the schooner’s gig, ~and with strong strokes was pulling out of the inlet again into the Hudson. Slowly he wended his way along the bank for half a mile, and then a light was visible, coming from a small cabin, for the clouds having broken away, the night was not as dark as When they had sailed up the river. z “Tony at home,” said the negro, as he landed and drew the boat up on shore. Advancing to the door, Glen gave a loud knock thereon, and a rough voice culled out from witbin : “Who's there ?” | “ Friends,” ° “A man has few friends, nowadays, and this is no hour to have those few visiting him,” returned the same voice. *“Tt am me, Massa Tony,” said Rebel. “You? Then it’s an imp of his Satanic majesty, and not himself in person,’ laughed the man inside, and immediately the door was opened, and displayed a personage of perhaps fifty years of age, with muscular, thick-set frame, and a face combining bokiness, kindness and intelligence. “Tt is you, then, Rebel? Well, you are always welcome, so‘let me shake your puw—ah, who have we here ?” and the eye of the woodman fell upon the young Hussar Captain. “Dat am a pertikeler ’quaintance of my massa, and he am come to see you by his pertikeler reques st.” ae “You ate welcome, sir ; Any friend of—of the Hermit is welcome in my rude home.” “You are Tony Wood, I believe ?” said Glen, struck by the polite and frank manner of the man. ™ Anthony Wood, yes, sir ; and most willing to serve you,” “That you can do, for I aun anxious to obtain a borse to ride at once to the encampment of the Ranger Hussars.” comicbooks.conm