"
"Indeed!" cried Frances, with interest. "Is he then known to Sir Henry
Clinton?"
"At least he ought to be."
"Do you think, my son," asked Mr. Wharton, "there is no danger of his
betraying you?"
"Why--no; I reflected on that before I trusted myself to his power,"
said the captain, thoughtfully. "He seems to be faithful in matters of
business. The danger to himself, should he return to the city, would
prevent such an act of villainy."
"I think," said Frances, adopting the manner of her brother, "Harvey
Birch is not without good feelings; at least, he has the appearance of
them at times."
"Oh!" cried his sister, exulting, "he has loyalty, and that with me is a
cardinal virtue."
"I am afraid," said her brother, laughing, "love of money is a stronger
passion than love of his king."
"Then," said the father, "you cannot be safe while in his power--for no
love will withstand the temptations of money, when offered to avarice."
"Surely, sir," cried the youth, recovering his gayety, "there must be
one love that can resist anything--is there not, Fanny?"
"Here is your candle; you keep your father up beyond his usual hour."
CHAPTER V
Through Solway sands, through Taross moss,
Blindfold, he knew the paths to cross:
By wily turns, by desperate bounds,
Had baffled Percy's best bloodhounds.
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