CHAPTER XI.
DIVIDING THE SPOILS.
The habit of reading having penetrated, as we are told, to all classes of the community, I am not without hope that some who peruse this chronicle will be able, from personal experience, to understand the feelings of a man when he first finds a reward offered for his apprehension.

It is true that our police are not in the habit of imitating the President's naked brutality by expressly adding "Alive or Dead," but I am informed that the law, in case of need, leaves the alternative open to the servants of justice.

I am not ashamed to confess that my spirits were rather dashed by his Excellency's Parthian shot, and I could see that the colonel himself was no less perturbed.

The escape of _Fleance_ seemed to _Macbeth_ to render his whole position unsafe, and no one who knew General Whittingham will doubt that he was a more dangerous opponent than _Fleance_.

We both felt, in fact, as soon as we saw the white sail of _The Songstress_ bearing our enemy out of our reach, that the revolution could not yet be regarded as safely accomplished.