"Five Hundred Dollars Reward, for
Joseph Moore Johnson, Kidnapper.
"The above reward will be paid by me to any person or
persons—and they will be exempted from detention—who
will deliver to me the body of the above-named miscreant, that
he may be brought to trial in Pennsylvania.
"Joseph Watson, Mayor of Philadelphia."
"Chis! he!" Van Dorn sighed; "the end must soon be near. Now, young people, come!"
As they passed Cannon's place, going out of town, the familiar voice of Jacob was heard to cry:
"Owen Daw's escaped, Brother Isaac; but we'll clap it to him on a de bonis non. I'll never take my eye off him till I die."
"Brother Jacob, what an executive help you air!"
As Van Dorn drove the horses up the slight ascent in the rear of the ferry, past an ancient double puncheon house there, with an arch in the centre, young Hulda—who now wore shoes and stockings, and a presentable dress of English goods, and looked quite the woman out of her sincere and sometimes proud and eloquent eyes—said to him, as she pointed back:
"Captain, it was there my father killed the traveller, where we see the road beyond the ferry enter the pines."