'It is my intention to _join_ them at----.'

"'Very well, very well!' interrupted the farmer,--his eye brightening
at his success, in having, as he thought, made Crosby a convert to the
royal cause.

"'I hope it will be well'--whispered Crosby to himself, as he walked
down the lane, which led to the road--'I will try to join them; but
may be in a manner not so agreeable to them.'

"On reaching the road, to avoid the mischief which might come upon
him, if he went directly north--he took the road leading to New-York.
But from this, soldier like, he soon filed off; and crossing a
thicket, shaped his course northerly towards the American camp.

"He was soon beyond harm, and now travelled at his ease. He had heard
of a Mr. Young, who lived at a distance, in a direction somewhat
different from that which he was taking; and as he was said to be a
true whig--he concluded to repair to him, and to concert measures to
take the company of tories, at the time of their meeting.

"With this resolution he again altered his course, so as to strike the
road leading to Mr. Young's. Unexpected difficulties, however, impeded
his course--hills, woods, streams, and before he reached the house, it
was near midnight.

"It so happened, fortunately, that Mr. Young was still up, although
his family had all retired. A light was still burning, and Crosby made
for the door, which led into the room where Mr. Young sat.