"Even though you waken him before our people come I fear for his safety, Enoch. The British have so oppressed those who were faithful to the cause that if it is known a member of their army is left behind something serious may be done."
"It is no use to stand here talking. He must get out of town, and that mighty quick! Where's his room?"
"The one directly over this."
Enoch did not hesitate; darting upstairs at full speed he burst into the chamber without ceremony, and Lord Cosmo Gordon, springing up in bed, his eyes heavy with slumber, demanded sharply:
"Who are you, sir? What do you want here?"
"I am only Enoch Ball, Lord Gordon. You remember me? You remember when Jacob Ludwick and I talked with you about Seth?"
"Oh, it is you, is it?" the officer said as he sank back upon the pillows. "You appear to be an energetic lad; but I can't say I have any great admiration for your manners."
"But, Lord Gordon, do you know that the Britishers have left the city, and that in a very short time our forces will be here?"
"The army gone?" and Lord Gordon sprang out of bed very suddenly. "Why, what time is it?"
"Past ten o'clock."