"He is an obstinate fellow in many things. Well—if thou canst manage him," doubtfully. "He hath no plans for marriage at present, I know that."
"He will heed his father, I think. And, Penn, it will be to thy interest to help me. Thou canst put in a word here and there."
Penn Morgan soon learned some things that astonished him. His cousin was giving aid to the rebels. Yet it was odd that these starving men could pay in gold and silver when the Congress had issued so much paper money.
Penn half suggested the marriage one day when they were working together.
Andrew glanced at him with resolute eyes.
"It is a fancy of my father's," he answered, "but I have no mind toward it, as I shall tell him presently."
"Is anything displeasing to thee about Rachel?" was the rather nettled response.
"Rachel is a good girl and my parents are fond of her. But I have other plans for my life," was the quiet reply.
Rachel was vexed at his coldness and studious avoidance of her. She boldly walked by his side on Sunday to meeting, but, coming home, there was always someone to talk with, until they passed the cross-roads, and then he would take Faith by the hand.
Penn Morgan was never quite sure that he had meant to betray his cousin, but, finding that several others were trafficking with the rebels, fancied he might mention their names as men on whom a sharp eye might be kept. Andrew went unsuspiciously into town one day, eager to learn something about the British army, and if it were true they were preparing for an active campaign. As he stood in Market Square with his load nearly disposed of a whisper caught his ear.