Last year thousands of bushels of fruit decayed in the orchards; the ripened grain lay rotting where wind and rain had laid it; no hay was cut, no grain milled." "Was this done by the banditti from the lower party ?" "Yes, sir; and by the leather-caps, too.

The leather-caps stood guard while the Tories plundered and killed.

It is usually that way, sir.

And our own renegades are as bad.

We in Westchester have to entertain them all." "But they burn no houses ?" "Not yet, sir.