Everett T. Tomlinson

“ He'd be nearer New York," suggested Robert, in reality striving to reassure himself.
"But he comes from up the river."
"He did?"
"We must talk low," admonished Dirck, whose voice was not much above a whisper. "And he was a Russell, too."
"What has that to do with it?"
"Perhaps sometimes you will read one letter," replied Dirck, as he drew from his pocket a discolored piece of paper and handed it to his friend. Robert eagerly grasped the epistle, and spreading it out before him, with difficulty made out the following letter:— [1]
June 14th, 1777. ”

“ Everywhere you find it, and every one appears to know it. You don't happen to know of the name belonging to any one in this part of the world, do you?" The man was speaking quietly, but as he turned toward Dirck as he spoke, Robert, who was watching him, was impressed that the man's interest in the Dutchman's reply was much keener than it appeared to be. ”

“ Mr. Conklin went privately Inquiring for Creaters he had Lost; and from all he Cold Larn he thinks he has gon off; I believe ther is no sesposhin that we wer after him, as for Wood I did not Know wither to go in Sarch of him or no for fear of discovring the mater; I shall weight the generals advise about Wood, wither it is best to go and sarch for the money or not. ”