“That I deny, cousin Will, if I know what it is to be a spy.”
“Well, it amounts to the same thing. Your accomplice was tried to-day.”
“Who.”
“You know—one Capt. Beall.”
“And what?” asked Mildred.
“Why, he will hang next Friday—that’s all.”
We may here remark that it is a matter of history that Capt. Beall was executed as a spy, and met his dismal fate with an undaunted courage that excited the admiration, and pity of his enemies—I say pity, because we all dislike to see a brave, noble man put to an ignominious death.
“I am very sorry,” said Mildred.
“No doubt, you are; but what is to become of yourself, my pretty cousin?”