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COUNSELING FLIGHT. 77 enter the bout, wherein Rebel was awaiting him, and once again leave the basin to battle with the waters of Hell-gate on his w: vy to the city. Ranning his boat into his usual stopping: -place, a Hermit suid to the negro, as he sprung ashore; “Rebel, take the boat round into the Hudson, and await me off Rector street, for We have a dangerous duty to per- form as soon as the sun goes down.” “T’ll be dere, massa, no fear for me.” “ No, I would as soon doubt myself as you, my noble friend ; but you must be at the boat, for as soon as I see Lord Howe I will come to take you aboard the cruiser, for you know you are to guide the expedition.” “Yes, massa, [ll be ready,” answered Rebel, and he shoved off and stood on down the river, while the Herinit, with rapid step, turned to seek the Tar laton mansion. Salome was seat- ed at the front window, and seeing him ascend the steps, met him at the door. “ Welcome, sir! Will you come into the library ?” ‘Yes, lady, I have come upon a mission of importance, und would not only see you, but also Peay mother and Miss Vancourt.” . “Then I will send for my mother a Lucille, for they are both over at the other mansion,” and calling to Cesar, Salome bade him go over to Mrs. Faneowss's and ask her mother and Miss Lucille to return. Soon they came, and then the Hermit delivered the letters he held, and urged himself that the request of Glen should be heeded, while he-made known to them that the result of their refusal would be a continual persecution as long as the British army held New York. ‘You seem to me a strange man, sir, to be in the English service, and yet a friend of my son,” gaid Mrs. Tarleton, eying him sharply. The Hermit hesitated a moment, glanced softly around the room, and then said, in a low tone: a Madain, in your hands I-.now trust my life. True, t am in the service of Lord Howe, J am a spy ; but, though he believes me most valuable, Washington knows me to be !” “Indeed! Youare then serving two masters 2?” comichbooks.conmn