CHAPTER XXXII

It was evening when the party reached the headquarters at Cambridge. A faint afterglow of the brilliant sunset still lingered, but the roadway leading to the entrance of the house was dusky with the shadows of coming night, which almost hid the great trees on either side. The air about was filled with the faint hum of camp life. Occasionally a voice could be heard, or the neighing of a horse,--figures of men were discernible here and there, and a sentry was pacing before the steps of the mansion. "Here we are, Dot…