No lights were visible in any part of the house.
Under the portico were two figures, a man and a woman--the man holding something in his arms, which, on a closer observation, Jacob saw to be a child.

Two large trunks and a small one stood near.
"Put them on the carriage," said Mrs.Allen, in a low, steady voice; and Jacob obeyed in silence.

When all was ready, she got in, and the man handed her the sleeping child, and then took his place beside her.
"To Boston, remember, Jacob; and make the time as short as possible." No other words were spoken.

Jacob led his horses down the carriage-way to the gate, which he closed carefully after passing through; and then mounting to his seat, drove off rapidly.
But little conversation took place between Mrs.Allen and her traveling companion; and that was in so low a tone of voice, that Jacob Perkins failed to catch a single word, though he bent his ear and listened with the closest attention whenever he heard a murmur of voices.
It was after daylight when they arrived in Boston, where Jacob Perkins left them, and returned home with all speed, to wake up the town of S----with a report of his strange adventure.

Before parting with Mrs.
Allen, she gave him a purse, which, on examination, was found to contain a hundred dollars in gold.