Excerpt: ...to take your life whenever we met you. No, no-nothing can save you." "You say the truth," cried Birch. "It is now too late-I have destroyed my only safeguard. But he will do my memory justice at least." "What safeguard?" asked the sergeant, with awakened curiosity. "'Tis nothing," replied the peddler, recovering his natural manner, and lowering his face to avoid the earnest looks of his companion. "And who is he?" "No one," added Harvey, anxious to say no more. "Nothing and no one can avail but little now," said the sergeant, rising to go. "Lay yourself on the blanket of Mrs. Flanagan, and get a little sleep; I will call you betimes in the morning; and from the bottom of my soul I wish I could be of some service to you, for I dislike greatly to see a man hung up like a dog." "Then you might save me from this ignominious death," said Birch, springing to his feet, and catching the dragoon by the arm. "And, oh! what will I not give you in reward!" "In what manner?" asked the sergeant, looking at him in surprise. "See," said the peddler, producing several guineas from his person; "these are nothing to what I will give you, if you will assist me to escape." "Were you the man whose picture is on the gold, I would not listen to such a crime," said the trooper, throwing the money on the floor with contempt. "Go-go, poor wretch, and make your peace with God; for it is He only that can be of service to you now." The sergeant took up the lantern, and, with some indignation in his manner, he left the peddler to sorrowful meditations on his approaching fate. Birch sank, in momentary despair, on the pallet of Betty, while his guardian proceeded to give the necessary instructions to the sentinels for his safe-keeping. Hollister concluded his injunctions to the man in the shed, by saying, "Your life will depend on his not escaping. Let none enter or quit the room till morning." "But," said the trooper, "my orders are, to let the washerwoman pass in and out, as...