She had begun to sleep again at night. Her man was safe in the mountains of Pennsylvania. The Governor of Virginia had set a price on his head. Men were scouring the hills hunting, as they hunt wild beasts, but God would save him. She had seen His shining face in prayer and He had promised.
And then the blow fell.
Far down the street she caught the roar of a mob. Its cries came faintly at first and then they grew to fierce oaths and brutal shouts.
A man stopped in front of her house and spoke to the guard.
"They've got him!"
"Who?"
"Cook!"
"The damned beast, the spy, the traitor!"
"Where are they takin' him?"
"To the jail at Charlestown."