"  The  Captain  did  not  want  for  friends  where  he
was.  May  be  one  friend  here  will  do  him  more  good
than  a  hundred  any  where  else.  That  is  what  I  am
here  for  now."

"You  are  a  friend  to  Trevor,  then,"  replied  Whit
ing;  "  perhaps  one  of  his  followers."

"  You  may  say  that,"  said  Schwartz.  "  Any
how,  I'm  his  friend."

"  Then  come  with  me  to  my  lodgings.  You  can
tell  me  every  thing,  and  we  will  see  what  is  to  be
done.  Trevor  has  friends  enough  here.  Thank


384  The  Partisan  Leader.
God  !    I  saw  him.     But  for  that  we  might  not  have
found  out  who  he  was  till  it  was  too  late."

Whiting  now  showed  Schwartz  where  to  bestow
his  horse,  and  afterwards  conducted  him  to  his  lodg
ings.  These  were  in  an  obscure  suburb,  humble,
plain,  and  poorly  fitted  up.  Appearances  showed
that  the  occupant  spent  most  of  his  time  with  the
pen,  although  many  of  the  relics  of  his  former  mili
tary  equipments  were  to  be  seen  about  the  room.
But  the  dust  on  his  cap,  which  hung  against  the
wall,  and  the  mould  on  the  belt  and  scabbard  of  his
sword,  showed  that  these  had  been  long  unused.  In
truth,  the  escape  of  Douglas  and  his  uncle  had  been
fatal  to  him  as  a  soldier.  He  had  been  dismissed
the  army ;  and  now,  as  it  seemed,  earned  a  poor
livelihood  by  doing  for  small  wages  the  manual
labor  of  those  offices,  the  salaries  of  which  are
received  by  men  who  do  nothing  at  all.
