I then asked the landlord, who had by this time returned, to witness me taking the watch at his request, but after feeling him all over, the watch was gone.

It had been taken from him, no doubt, by some Fenian marauder.

I sent the ring, enclosed in a letter, to the young lady; I also wrote to his father's address, stating all the circumstances.
[Picture (page 67) 0067.gif, caption: Hoffman's Tavern, known as "the smuggler's home."] I found there were more of our wounded men in another frame house about a mile further, on the Fort Erie road.

I proceeded there and found the place guarded with Fenian sentries, but my protection was all potent.
They, supposing me to be a surgeon, gave me every facility.

I found, among others whose names I failed to ascertain, young Kingsford, of the University Rifles, lying on a lounge, badly wounded in the leg, but remarkably cheerful.