from the danger which menaced, and the silversmith cried as he seized Master Lamb by the hands:
"We should give thanks, friend Anthony, for of a verity have we been snatched out of the burning. God moves in many mysterious ways, and surely none are more wonderful than that our enemies concern themselves with the safety of two ardent Whigs."
"It is marvelous!" Master Lamb said with a long-drawn sigh of relief. "It must be that the officer who has arrived so opportunely believes that friends of the king live here."
"Then surely he had time to learn his mistake, for the Tory Newcomb called us loudly by name."
"I do not understand it," Sarah's father said half to himself; but he was soon to be enlightened, for at that instant was heard a knocking at the door, and when the silversmith cried out to know who was there, the voice replied:
"I would have speech with my young mistresses, Dorothy Dean and Sarah Lamb, if it so be they are within."
"It is our poor, dear spy!" Dorothy cried loudly as she clasped Sarah by the neck and whirled dizzily around the hall in the excess of her joy.
"Ay, little maid," the voice from without replied. "Your spy who would say to you that
