CHAPTER XII.
BETWEEN TWO FIRES.
In spite of my many anxieties, after this eventful day I enjoyed the first decent night's rest I had had for a week.

The colonel refused, with an unnecessary ostentation of scorn, my patriotic offer to keep watch and ward over the city, and I turned in, tired out, at eleven o'clock, after a light dinner and a meditative pipe.

I felt I had some reasons for self-congratulation; for considerable as my present difficulties were, yet I undoubtedly stood in a more hopeful position than I had before the revolution.

I was now resolved to get my money safe out of the country, and I had hopes of being too much for McGregor in the other matter which shared my thoughts.
The return of day, however, brought new troubles.

I was roused at an early hour by a visit from the colonel himself.