Loring

There is a heavy fine for sheltering fugitives; and it would not be right to subject Mr. Loring to it without his consent.

With a spring like a cat Loring threw himself on the intruder and bore him down.

"Up to this afternoon at five no trace of them has been found," said Loring.

Loring, the young engineer, had waved a cordial good-by to his old cadet acquaintance.

It was nearly eleven when the officers left—two returning to the fort, Loring lingering for a word with Folsom at the gate.