“I think I’ll turn in with him to-night, if he will give me half a bed.  I fear you are not safe with those jewels in the house.”

“Certainly,” responded Mrs. Lee with ready hospitality.  “You may have a whole bed and room, too, if you like.”

“Thanks, madam, I prefer to concentrate forces.  Give me the box, and you ladies go to rest.  We’ll protect you;” he valiantly added, as the young son of the house now appeared.

Richard Temple was not mistaken.  A little after midnight the watchers heard a noise as of sawing, or filing.  Peering from an upper window they located the sound at the parlor shutter, and soon discerned the figure of a man in a crouching attitude.  Swiftly and noiselessly the young men stole down and out by a back door, and were creeping upon the burglar to capture him, when a short, quick bark from the house dog startled the man, who fled precipitately.  The pursuers fired, but it was too dark to see beyond a few yards.

The ladies, aroused and alarmed, were soon reassured, but persisted in sharing the remainder of the vigil.

Early next morning, leaving the servants to infer that they were bound upon a berry excursion, the little party set out, Richard bearing the mosaic box, the girls carrying other valuables, and Lawrence armed with a larger wooden box and a pick.  Their destination was Dry Thicket, so called from the exceeding dryness of the earth beneath the almost impenetrable trees of native growth.  These trees were so closely interlaced by a tough vine peculiar to the soil, that it was necessary to cut one’s way, or force it by dint of strength.

In order to accomplish this feat the ladies had donned homespun dresses kept for such excursions, and the gentlemen were suitably provided.  Winding through an arable field they descended the narrow path that led into the thicket, and were soon pushing and cutting their way against the stout lattice of vines.  When far into the interior they found themselves in a natural arbor free from undergrowth and utterly secluded.  A fallen log afforded a seat for the ladies, and the custodians of the box at once proceeded to bury their treasures of gold and plate, silver and jewels.  An hour sufficed for the task.  When scattering, dry leaves over the fresh earth the party returned to Lee Villa somewhat the worse for wear.

“Until these dangerous invaders shall have left the community, or are arrested, I think we should arm the negro men on the plantation and be prepared for possible surprises,” were Richard Temple’s parting words, as he took leave for Columbus, twenty miles distant.

Villula was altogether inland, and hence an easy prey to outlaws.  The nearest railway station was at Silver Run, two miles away.  The first down train brought a hasty letter from Temple, stating that he and Lawrence Lee were detailed to convey four fine horses belonging to Major Lester, to a place of safety, and that the threatened section had been well picketed.