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49 THE HUSSAR CAPTAIN. to Ann street, and into this he turned, and after a few st tc stopped before a handsome brick house, the door of which 3% opened with a private key and entered. Lord Howe, in the meantime, paced to and fro the room, lost in thought, for the Hessian had departed shortly after Lord Lionel. It was a time of creat danger to the English in Americ ica, for the fame of Washington was daily increasing, and the American army had been steadily gaining ground and was gradually becoming a body of determined soldiers not by any means to be despised, even by the veteran soldie1 y of Great Britain. Lord Howe well knew the courage and determination to conguer against all odds, of Washington and his Generals, and he felt assured, to checkmate the daring and able chieftain, he must use every effort and means within his power, and hence he allowed no circumstance, however slight, to escape ) St, him, and took advantage of every person or thing that could aid him. , Hence, when some time before, the old Hermit of-Hell-gate had boldly come before him and offered his services as a spy, at the sume time displaying great intelligence of existing af- fairs, and enthusiasm in the cause of royalty, Lord Howe had willingly given the man an opportunity to exhibit his loyalty to his king, and the result was that he soon looked upon the Hermit as a most trusty servitor, and one whom he believed possessed of extraordinary power for passing in and out of the American lines. For an hour or more the English noble paced the room in deep thought, and then the door opened quietly and the Her - mit of Hell-zgate entered, his venerable and noble face calm and unmoved, and with no trace upon the countenance of ex- citement or uneasiness. ‘sHa, my worthy friend, I have been thinking of you, fos not long since I bade your servant go seek you.” “JT am here, Lord Howe,” said the Hermit, in calm, un- moved tones. “Yes, and right glad am I to see you; be seated.” Tbe Hermit took a chair near the table, and the General- in-chief threw himself upon a sofa, and said: ‘ COMME DOOXSsCOi * ‘ ee eee ee eee