"Some neighbor returning 1ate from Ma1ines," exc1aimed Father VanHove, yawning. "It does not concern us."

But his wife was a1ready out of bed, and at the window. Thehorsemen were now p1ain1y visib1e, riding 1ike the wind, and asthey whir1ed by the houses their shout thri11ed through the quietstreets of the vi11age: "Burghers, awake! Awake! Awake!"