_The Boatswain Tells the Story_ One or two other men were writing at a table, and another stalwart officer of rank was sitting by the fire reading.

None of the four men coming into the room had seen the general before, except Talbot.

As the door opened, his excellency glanced up inquiringly, and, recognizing the first figure, stepped forward quickly, extending his hand, all the other officers rising and drawing near at the same time.
"What, Talbot! I trust you bring good news, sir ?" "I do, sir," said the young officer, saluting.
"The transport ?" said the general, in great anxiety.
"Captured, sir." "Her lading ?" "Two thousand muskets, twenty field-pieces, powder, shot, intrenching tools, other munitions of war; ten thousand suits of winter clothes, blankets, and shoes; and four officers and fifty soldiers; all bound for Quebec, where the British army is assembling." "Now Almighty God be praised!" exclaimed the general, with deep feeling.

"From whence do you come now ?" "From Philadelphia, sir." "Ah! You thought best to take your prize there instead of Boston.

It was a risk, was it not?
But now that you are there, it is better for us here.