“He’s coming,” said Tom.
“I must tell you about the despatch,” said Laura, hurriedly, catching Tom by the arm.
“The despatch?” said he, looking at her wonderingly.
“Lieutenant Cheyne is to ride with it after dark to a point below the city; there will be a boat’s crew awaiting to carry him aboard one of the king’s ships. Oh, Tom, they intend to-morrow night to bombard Charleston!”
Tom’s face paled.
“Are you sure?” he demanded.
“I heard it from their own lips. Oh, Tom, Tom, what will the poor people do if the despatch reaches Lord Campbell’s hands?”
“It shall not reach them,” said Tom, firmly. “I’ll give my life, if need be, to prevent it.”
At this moment the door was pushed rudely open and Jasper Harwood strode into the apartment.
“Ha!” said he, angrily. “I find you here, do I! I’ve been bawling all over the place for you.”