When the sloop reached the fishmonger’s landing in Philadelphia and Barclugh stepped ashore, he walked unnoticed to his lodgings and inwardly exclaimed:
“Victory! Victory!”
CHAPTER XXVI
No sooner was Barclugh settled in his lodgings, than he began to resume his business duties.
“Mr. Hopewell,” he ordered, calling his clerk from the accounting room to his private office, “go, and inform General Arnold that Mr. Barclugh has arrived and that he wishes to see him at five o’clock in his private office.
“Inform any personage of importance that I had a fall from my horse and broke my collar-bone; be careful to whom you impart this information.”
“Very well, sir,” replied the faithful clerk, as he bowed himself out of the stern-visaged presence.
With his going, Barclugh threw himself upon his couch, and rested his weary body. The twenty days of exploit had been most eventful and full of activities. Now that he had performed his mission to New York, Arnold’s part alone had to be carried out and the plot would be executed.