The captain shook his head.
"While that fellow is friendly to you, perhaps, others of the company are very resentful; it isn't best to tempt them.

Hawkridge, you are the best one to act." "Very well; I will do so." The horseman had come to a stop and was gazing fixedly at the building, as if waiting for a response to his advance.
Jennie Whitney descended the stairs at this moment.
"I think I see Fred coming," she said, with some agitation; "will they do him any harm ?" "No," replied Sterry, "they have nothing against him." "But the other day--" she ventured, doubtfully.
"Was a scrimmage, likely to take place at any time; that is ended, but they will probably hold him prisoner." During this brief conversation a brisk search was going on among the three men for a white pocket-handkerchief.

None of them possessed such an article, the hue in each case being different.

Hawkridge appealed to Miss Whitney, and she produced a linen handkerchief of snowy whiteness.
"Just the thing," he said, drawing back the door sufficiently to allow him to pass out.

"I don't think I will be detained long.