Master Thomas would not tell us _who_ his informant was; but we suspected, and suspected _one_ person _only_.

Several circumstances seemed to point SANDY out, as our betrayer.

His entire knowledge of our plans his participation in them--his withdrawal from us--his dream, and his simultaneous presentiment that we were betrayed--the taking us, and the leaving him--were calculated to turn suspicion toward him; and yet, we could not suspect him.

We all loved him too well to think it _possible_ that he could have betrayed us.

So we rolled the guilt on other shoulders.
We were literally dragged, that morning, behind horses, a distance of fifteen miles, and placed in the Easton jail.