However, I was certainly getting farther away from the British lines, and could swing to the left at daylight.

It made little difference where I struck the Delaware; every mile north added to my safety.
The silence of the night, the dull monotony of the landscape, caused my mind to drift backward over the rapidly occurring events of the past two days.

They all seemed natural enough--merely such a series of adventure as could occur to any one between the lines of two contending armies,--and yet a trail of mystery seemed to run through it all, becoming more and more perplexing.

Why should Claire Mortimer have saved me from capture?
What could have caused her so suddenly to array herself against those who were nearest her in life, to assist a mere stranger?
Who was the girl?
Were those few words spoken to me the truth, or were they intended to deceive?
I could scarcely believe the last possible, for she could have no object in leading me astray.

The dividing of families was nothing new; the very fact that she possessed a brother in arms with the Colonies was evidence that the younger blood was arrayed against the King.