8/15 "Take his hat and coat," she whispered swiftly. "There are British patrols between here and the Delaware. Quick, and I will have your horse untied." I did as directed, feeling the value of the suggestion, and, a moment later, to all appearance an officer of Queen's Rangers, slipped through the thicket of trees, and took the reins from her hands. I suppose this ends our acquaintance." "Not if I can avoid such a fate," I replied, holding her fingers closely. |