There were wailings and shrieks that night.

Robert ran to his home and told his mother, what was to be done.
She came weeping into the street and asked: "What will become of us, my son?
Whither shall we fly?
We are three helpless women without a roof to protect us." "Until this storm hath blown away, let my ship be your home," said a deep, sad voice at her side, and, turning about, she beheld Sir Albert St.Croix, the man who had so strangely impressed her.
"Mother, go, take Ester and sister and go aboard the _Despair_," cried Robert.

Then, turning to the strange old man, he seized his hand and continued, "Kind sir, you look the soul of honor.

Will you care for them until this hour has passed ?" Sir Albert's breast heaved a moment like the tumultuous storm; then he answered: "I will, I swear by the God we all worship!" Robert hastily gathered up some personal effects and precious family relics, and carried them aboard the ship with his mother, Ester and Rebecca.

On his return, he saw a bright flame dart up from the corner of Drummond's house and heard that gentleman say: "Farewell, dear home! Better perish thus than be a harbor for tyrants." Drummond had fired his own house.