The run to Boston had been made without a sight of the hostile fleet.
Andy had gone ashore on a little business, and soon he came back from Provincetown wild with excitement.
"Captain, this beats the Dutch!" he cried, as he entered the tiny cabin of the submarine craft.
"What is it now, Andy? Another fleet in sight?"
"Worse than that. The enemy is in Washington."
"Washington!" roared the young captain, and leaped from his seat. "Do you mean they have gotten soldiers into the country——"
"Hold on; I said the enemy was in Washington," interposed the young lieutenant. "I don't know how many of them are there, but enough to do a mean piece of work."
"And what? Have they blown up the Capitol, or the White House?"
"No; but they've robbed the White House of its loveliest inmate."
"You mean President Adams' daughter——"