Hal Hutching's story won him liberty at once.

The English boy had no sooner set foot on land, than he turned his face in the direction of Fairport.

Way-worn and foot-sore he was, when he knocked at last at Mrs.Robertson's door.

Warmth and welcome, love and gratitude awaited him within.

It was his privilege first to tell the mother how nobly her son had borne himself in the hour of trial, and with what calmness he had faced the king of terrors.