"You're late," said a low voice at the carriage door. "It's near eleven."
"Lot o' fooling with the candidates," said one of the horsemen, quietly. "Everything ready?"
"Everything ready," was the answer.
The carriage door swung open.
"We get out here," said one of the men who sat with us.
I alighted. On each side of me somebody put his hand to my shoulder. I could see the glow of a lantern-light close to my face. I knew there was a crowd of men around, but I could hear nothing save now and then a whisper.
"Wall, Ray," said D'ri, who stood by my side, "hol' stiddy 'n' don't be scairt."
"Do as they tell ye," a stranger whispered in my ear. "No matter what 't is, do as they tell ye."
They led us into a long passage and up a steep flight of wooden stairs. I have learned since then it was a building equipped by a well-known secret society for its initiations.[1] We
- ↑ The intrepid Fitzgibbon, the most daring leader on the Canadian frontier those days, told me long afterward that he
