“I have money.”
He took out a purse, and jingled some coin.
“Let me go and I will pay you. Here, take this.” He extended the purse toward Dennis. “Let me go back and you shall have it all.”
“Man,” said Dennis, “André offered gold to his captors, and tried to bribe them to let him go. Put up thy gold. There is money that does not enrich. I would not betray the cause of liberty in America and the great heart of Jonathan Trumbull for all the gold of Peru. Tell me now your whole heart, or I take you to the alarm-post, to be shot as a spy.”
The man shook.
“Well, here is my confession. I hoped to find the secret places of the magazines where the powder that supplies the army is hidden, and to report to Arnold. This is the whole truth. I am sorry for what I planned. I would not do so again. Now I ask your mercy.”
“To Arnold, did you say? Where did you expect to meet Arnold?”
“On the coast—it might be at New London or Groton.”
“When?”