"Then you believe we can do nothing?" Jacob said almost despairingly.
"It doesn't seem possible, although I would suffer anything, except death itself, to help him. Oh, Jacob!" Enoch cried as a sudden thought came into his mind. "We must tell his mother where he is, and that will be terrible!"
Jacob made no reply. He believed it unmanly to cry, and the tears were so near his eyelids that he dared not speak lest they should flow as copiously as Enoch's.
The two were walking up High Street, unconscious of the direction in which they were going, when Jacob gave vent to an exclamation of mingled surprise and joy as he cried:
"What a stupid I have been not to think of him! He would be a very pleasant gentleman if he wasn't a Britisher!"
"Whom do you mean?" and Enoch looked around in perplexity.
"There! On the other side of the street, coming this way!"
"I don't see any one except Lord Cosmo Gordon, who lives at Seth's home."
"And that is the very man who will help us if it is possible for him to do anything."
"Do you mean that a Britisher would speak a good word for Seth after it is known he has been carrying information to the Continental army?"