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WRITTEN ORDERS. 45 ~men and go for the prisoner and take him aboard the schoon- er, Where the colonel] can join you by nine o’clock, when you can get under weigh.” : “Yes, my lord. Will you now give me the necessary writs ten orders ?” said the Hermit, rising. “ Certainly. Here, Cuyler, I need you,” cried the General, calling to his adjutant-general, who was in an adjoining room, and who at once joined his chief. “ Write out an order to detail a sergeant and twelve dra- goons from Templeton’s regiment, to be placed. under com. mand of the Hermit of Hell-gate. There; now write word to the officer in charge of the prisoner, Mercer Vancourt, to deliver him into the bands of the Hermit. There, now affix the seal and Vl sign them,” and in five minutes after, the Hermit of Hell-gate left head-quarters armed with the papers that he had boldly plotted and planned to get possession. of, and in whicb he had succeeded most satisfactorily. CHAPTER IX. A FRIEND IN DISGUISE. Somxr three hours after Lord Lionel Livingstone had entered bis rooms, on Ann street, he again came forth, and waiked with rapid step toward the mansion of the Tarletons, Ceesar answered his knock, and carried his card in to Sa lome, who in anxiety was waiting to hear some word from her brother. : Still pale, but if any thing more beautiful with the look of sadness that rested upon her face, Salome arose to meet her visitor, for she wus alone, as ber mother had returned with Lucille to see Mrs. Vancourt and endeavor to cheer her ~ In her distress. “Lord Lionel, indeed, I am bappy to see you; pray be Beated.” “TI thank you, Miss Tarleton ; and not to keep you in sus- Pense let me at once say that your brother escaped capture COMICWOOKS.COM