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IN ALL OF these proceedings, Mr. Paulding did not look at me. I am equally certain that John André never noticed me in my place of concealment. Yet I, to my increasing mortification, watched and heard it all. The way the men went through André’s pockets, pulled away his boots, and then stripped him of his stockings was like some crude mockery. I have no doubt that for André, it being low Americans who had accosted him and treated him thus was deeply wounding to his pride.

Indeed, the major, standing there in his bare feet, offered the men a large sum of money—a bribe—if they would let him pass. He smiled. He tried his charm. He bullied. He threatened. He offered more money. The three men refused it all. To see André’s growing frustration, anger, and finally his humiliation made me ashamed. Had I not tried bribes to free William?

It was Mr. Paulding who said to him, “Mount up. We need to take you to Colonel Jameson. He’s my superior. He can decide what to do with you.”

André put on his socks and shoes slowly. I knew him well enough to read his thoughts and looks: How dare such men treat me so! As if to regain some dignity, he picked up his coat and hat and dusted them off.

Only then did he remount his horse. Once set, he again offered money for his freedom, considerably more than he had before. It was to no avail.

Taking the reins of André’s horse in hand, Mr. Williams began to lead the way north, along the road. Mr. Van Wart took a place by André’s side, one hand on the major’s boot, as if to remind him he was there. Mr. Paulding came last, behind the horse.

As they started off, Mr. Paulding turned to determine where I was.

Wobbly with emotion, I stepped out onto the road. For a moment I stood there and watched them move along, incapable of clear thought. Part of me wished to run away. The greater part insisted that I must see all that happened. And indeed, I did follow, but kept a considerable distance behind. Yes, I did not want John André to see me. I also did not wish the men to see the pain in my heart.

What have I done?

The answer I insisted upon—then—was I have saved my country.