"'Jay is your friend,' said she,—waving her head—'farewell.'
"To Crosby, the whole was now plain. With a light heart, he directed his course towards the mountain pointed out; and before morning, he was safely hid in some of its secret recesses.
"Capt. Townsend awoke at his usual hour, having slept away the anodyne potion which had been administered to him. The key to Crosby's door was still in his pocket—and not a suspicion had ever entered his mind, that Crosby himself was not safely in his room.
"The hour at length coming, when Crosby's meal was to be given, Townsend himself opened the door—he started back, on looking in, and seeing no one—'what!' exclaimed he, 'empty!—impossible!—here!' vociferated he, in a tone of thunder, 'Sentinel, what is the meaning of all this?' But no one could tell—no noise had been heard—the shutters of the room were safely closed—the door was locked—the key was in his pocket.
"Due search was now made. Every nook and corner were examined; but not a trace of the vagrant was discovered.
"'Well!' said the captain, 'I thought Crosby and the —— were in league—now I know it.'"
CHAPTER VII.
Gen. P. Tells Of The Farther Adventures Of Crosby—How He Was Obliged To Show His Secret Pass—Of His Residence At A Dutchman's—Of His Being Cruelly Beaten And Wounded.—Conclusion.
Gen. P. "Crosby, as I said, was in a safe retreat, on the mountain, before morning."
William. "Were any measures adopted to retake him?"