The boy cavalry scout; or, Life in the saddle


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... Isstt.ed Weekly-By Sub1cription $2 .5Q per year. Ent ered a.1 Second Class Matter a.t the New Yori: Post Office, November 7, 1898, by Frank Tou.1ey. Bruno released his hold upon Jaffers and bounded after Ned as he dashed away. Jaffers tried to shoot the dog, but. failed, and he shouted to the guerillas: "Afte r him, men! He is Grant's boy cavalry scout! ' J

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PLUCJ< LUC}<. Complete Stories of Adventure. taaued Weekl!l-Bt1 Subscription $2.50 per 11ear. Elntered as Second Class Matter at the New York1 N. Y., Poll Ofrb, November 7, 1898. Entered aooonLing to .d.ot of Congress, in the 11e1Jr 1903, i1> the office of tne Mbrarlan of Congress, Washit1gton, D. 0., b11 Frank Tousey, 24 Union Square, New York. No. 290. NEW YORK, DECEMBER 23, 1903. Pdce 5 Cents. The Boy Cavalry Scout; OB, LIFE iN THE SADDLE BY GEN'L JAMES A. GORDON. .. CHAPTER I. THE DESERTER'S PLOT-RACING TO SAVE A UNION ARMY. T,he soft, sweet notes of the cavalry bugle sounding "boots and saddles," rang out over the encampment of the cavalry division of the Army of the Potomac. It was the spring of 1864, and Gen. Grant had been appointed commander-in-chief of the Federal army. It was suspected among th:e soldiers that an important move ment was contemplated by the great military chieftain, but ff such was the fact, the utmost secrecy had been maintained by the commanding officer and hie counselors. No one among the rank and file was abl'e to say with any degree of certitude just what phase of the great campaign was about to be inaugurated. But because of the fact that orders had been issued for a gen"eral inspection of the cavalry brigades when the bugles sounded that May morning, the troopers began to say to each other that some daring raid into the enemy's country was about to be undertaken. At the same hour, during the inspection of the troopers, a party of six Union scouts entered the camp of Gen. Grant. Among the scouts rode a man in a tattered, travel-stained suit of Confederate gray. He was1young, possessed of a dark Southern face-evidently a rebel soldier, and yet he was not a prisoner. The Federal scouts, accompa.ined by the stranger in the uniform of the enemy, rode directly to the headquarters' tent. Dismounting, the leader lost no time in seeking an audience with the Union general. He was admitted to the presenc-e of the commander as soon as the sentinel on duty at the entrance of the headquarters tent had announced his nam-e. The manner of the Union scout, as he came into the presence of the general, betrayed that he was laboring under th e most intense, repressed excitement. Gen. Grant and the staff officers saw at once that the scout was evidently the bearer of important, perhaps startling, in telligence. "Well, what news from between the lines?" asked the com-mander, as after saluting the scout stood stimy, waiting permission to speak. t "Beauregard, the rebel general has fallen back from Wel ton toward Petersburg. The retreat began just after mid night. The entire Confederate army has been moved rapidly," replied th e scout. Gen. Grant and his officers looked the surprise which this intelligence occasioned them. "How do you know this? You have not dared to venture as far into the enemy's country as Welton?" The Union commander spoke with an air of incredulity, which was not unobserved by the scout, who fiushed slightly as he answered: "I have the news from a rebel deserter-an honest man, I am sure, and true to the Union. He was pressed into the Con federate service, but seized the first favorable opportunity to make for our lines. We picked him up on the old Richmond road ten miles south of camp But he is h'ere to speak for himself if you wish to question him." "Certainly-by all means . You may retire, but' wait at the door with the until I call for him." "Yes, general," anci the scout again saluted and marched out of the tent. "Gentlemen," said Gen. Grant, when the tent fiap had fal.Ien behind the receding form of the scout, "nothing in the way of news of the enemy's movements could please me better than this. As you know, Beauregard, with an army of forty thou sand men, has been guarding Welton along with the Peters burg Railroad in Southern Virginia." There came a chorus of assent from the offie"ers at hand, and Grant continued: "The Petersburg Railroad, which runs directly from Peters burg to Wslton, is the most important one now in the posses sion of the enemy, for it is the real connecting link between Virginia and the other seaboard States." The Union commander shot a tljeaning glance toward the tent door, pausing but for an ins_tant, and then, while the officers drew nearer th:e camp table at' which he was seated, re sumed in lower tones: "You know my plans. In order to prevent Beauregard from

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2 THE BOY CA VALRY SCOUT. reinforcing Richmond oi: attacking the Army of the James, I "There is yet a chance that he may come. Perhaps I ough was about to send a strong force of our cavalry riders to strike not to have sent the brave boy cavalry scout on such a peri and destroy th e Petersburg Railroad, and thus cut off Beaureous mission. But he insisted upon going, and, mere bo gard's army.,. though he is, he has proved himself a true hero, and mor "And now, general, what change will you make in _your than a match for the. rebsls in courage and cunning scores o plan? Since the enemy has retreated they seem to have de-imes." liberately abandoned the Virginia division of the railway to "Yes, gen eral, but never has he gone on such danger'ou us." service as is now the cause of his absence. You several day "No time must be lost in getting the cavalry under way. We ago sent Old Kemp, the strange Union sharpshooter scout an will strike and destroy the railroad just the same. If we canspy, to hunt. for the rendezvous of Mosby's dreaded rebel guer not cut Beauregard off from Petersburg the great rebel suprillas who are devastating the country, plundering and mur pl y route shall be destroyed. And now our men can advance dering the Unionists of Virginia everywhere. The time for 01 boldly, since the enemy has fallen back. But call in the de Kemp's return has long passed, and Ned Burton, boy cav serter." alry scout, has gone to solve the mystery of his fate, and als An stepped to the tent door in obedience to the reseek to discover the stronghold of the guerrillas." quest, and returned at once accompanied by the man in Con" Heaven grant the noble boy may escape all the perils tha federate gray, whom we saw arrive with the Union scouts. may environ him. But he and Old Kemp were devoted friends. "Your name!" said Grant sternly, while he searched the face The boy assured me the old scout had taught him secret sign of the deserter. and signal marks, such as the Indians employ in the fa "John Hampton, sir, was the ready reply. "I am a deserter West, to mark q1eir trails for friends to follow. Ned hoped from Beamegard's army, but a true Union man, forced for a to find such marks to lead him on the route of the old scout. time t o fight under the rebel flag, but anxious to serve the You know Kemp was a Government scout among the Indians Union. in the West before the war, and he is as crafty and cunning as "So I am told : You have reported the retreat of Beauregard the redskins themselves. It may be that after all Old Kemp is toward Petersburg? all right, and merely delaying his return for a purpose t sir!' serve the Union in some way." Gen. Grant went on to question the man at great length. To this vi'ew of the situation, in which the general seemed His answers were prompt, and he evinced so much knowledge to find considerable satisfaction, the orderly assented a trifie of the army of the enemy, and spoke so bitterly of his treatdoubtfully. m e n t as an impressed Union man in Beauregard's division, Just then there came a sound of commotion at the tent -doc.r. that he made an impression. This was such an unusual occurrence at headquarters that Grant seemed fully convinced that the man's intelligence Grant and his orderly started up from the camp table, at which was to be relied upon and when the general had questioned they were seated. t h e deserter to his entire satisfaction the latter was allowed The next moment, thrusting aside the sentinel, a boy darted to go. breathlessly into the tent. I t was understood, however, that he had an important "Ned Burton!" exc1aimed the commander, recognizing the se rvice to immediately perform in the service of the Union. daring boy cavalry scout, about whom he had been convers-rhe deserter had evinced an excellent knowledge of the tng. route between the camp of the army of the Potomac and the "Yes, general, I have got back at last," panted the boy. "But line Qf the Petersburg railroad. tell me, is it true you have sent forward a force of only thre11 He h a d agreed to serve as a guide for th e Union raiders, and thousand men to strike the Petersburg road?" when the deserter left the headquarters tent he was eEJcorted "Yes, it is true, my boy. You see, Beauregard has retreated by the scouts to the cavalry camp. so three thousand men will be a sufficient force to tear up the On-e of Grant's aids accompanied the deserter and the scouts railroad since they will have no fighting to do," said aen. with t he general's orders to the cavalry commander to follow Grant, smiling complacently. the lead of the deserter guide with three thousand of his "What! Good heavens, general, you have been d'eceived. picked men. Beauregard has not retreated! You have sent the little band Half an hour later the cavalrymen who had so gayly sprang of only three thousand men to their doom-to the jaws. of to horse, at th e call of "boots and saddles," were riding south, death!" fairly shouted the excited boy scout, in intense and at full speed, with the deserter and a company of a dozen thrilling tones of the most positive certainty. scouts ahead of them. Gen. Grant turned pale. The dark face of the deserter glowed savagely under the "Do you know Beauregard has not retreated?" wide brim of his slouched hat. There was a smile of evil "Yes, yes, I know it. I swear it. I have been close to the triumph upon his saturnine features. reb'el lines. But who brought you the Intelligence? Who in "The plot works. All goes well. The Yankee raiders are formed you Beauregard had fallen back?" replied the boy. doomed. I shall lead them into the jaws of death-into the "A rebel deserter. One who professed to have been com-deadly ambush which Beauregard has S'et for them. Fools, pelled to S'erve in the Confederate ranks against his will." fools that they are, how readily they credited my .11tory. Too "His name?" late will c ome the discovery that they have been dec,oyed and "He gave the name of John Hampton." betrayed," muttered the deserter under his breath. "Was he a tall, dark, saturnine-looking young man? Meantime when Grant had sent the fellow, whose monologue "Why, yes. You have described the deserter." has betrayed his rllal character, to guide the Union troops, the "I thought so. I know the scoundrel. He is Neal Jaffers, the general turne d to an orderly and asked in tones of anxiety: rebel spy." Is there yet any news of Ned Burton, the boy cavalry "What! Have I been thus duped?" scout?" 1 "Yes, general, yes. Neal Jaffers is leading your cavalry rald"No ; general the boy has not yet returned. I fear he has ers into a deadly ambush." fallen a victim to the reb'el bushwhackers, and that he will "You have made som'e discovery of such a plot of the rebels never come bac k to bring us the intelligence he went to seek," then?" replilld the orderly. "I have. Listen, general, and I will tell you all. A few

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THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. 3 !hours ago I was hemmed in by rebel guerrillas at Barnard's He had first joined the army as a drummer boy, but he had ;Mills, three miles from Suffolk. I had left my horse in an soon e vinced so much courage that he attracted the atten tio n djacent woods; when I entered the town, despite my di s of Old Kemp," the trapper s cout of the army of the Potomac. of a rebel, I fell under suspicion. Discovering that I was Old Kemp had used his influence, and some mo nths pre being tracked and watched, I hid in an empty house. Crouchviously N e d had been appo i n t ed a cavalry scout t o serve with ing in a wide chimney-place, I listened to the conversation of theold trapper. !my pursuers, who entered the house. What did I hear? That Since that time the boy had made name and fame and i n the ne of the band who was engaged in the search for me, and rebel camps many wond erf ul stories were told of Ned and he hom his comrades called Neal Jaffers, was to make his way was as much dreaded by the enemy a s he was belo v ed by t h e to the Union line11 nd seek to decoy the cavalry into a rebel Union men. ambush by means of a e report. Then I obtained a view of Ned's mother was a widow in moderate circumstances, res id Neal Jatters. From that moment it was my resolve to try to in g i n Washington, and when she cons ented to allow N e d to beat the rebel spy to the Union lines, warn you of his com-enlist as a drummer boy she had w arned h i m against one who ing, and baffie the Confederate's plot. had been the enemy of the l a d's dead fathe r Ned Burton paused for breath. That man was Neal Jaffe r s. "There ls a chanc e that the cavalry force may be save d yet!" Jaffers had e n t e 1 ,taill'e d the most bitter hatr ed against Ned's cried Gen. Grant, excitedly. father, as the boy well knew. But the r e was no j u s t caus e for "Orderly!" he added. "See that at once a party of scouts his enmity. Jaffers, befor e the outbreak o f the war, h ad mounted upon the fastest in the camp are sent In purfought a duel with a young man who was the bo s om friend o f suit of our cavalry to warn them of the danger ahead, a n d Ned's father. The latte r had b ee n kill e d for Jaffers, like a turn them back." cowardly assassin, had d ischarge d his pi s tol b efo r e the signal The orderly started for the tent door. to fire was gi v en. N e d s f a t he r h ad t e s tifie d against J affers But Ned Burton interposed to detain him, saying, as he did when he was brought up for trial, for the former w a s one o f so: the witnesses of the due l. H i s e vid ence had led to J a ft'ers' c on-''Hold! Grant me one moment more, g eneral, before you viction. Through political i n flu e n c e the r asca l g o t off w ith a send your aid forth.'' light sentence, and was soon pardone d "Speak quickly, then, my lad, for now moment lost He had sworn ve ngeance upo n Nea's father may cost precious lives. The latter had been f ou n d d ead upo n a l one l y road neal' "Do not send the s couts in pursuit o f the Union cavalry. I Washington ten days after Neal Jaffers discharge from prison. have reason to know that outlying bands of Mosby's guerrillas Nothi n g had e v e r been di scove r e d to c onneot Ne al J affers will be concealed along the' route. They wlll not betray their with the crime, and a c lose investigatio n s ee m e d to hav e e stab presence to the cavalry, whose force is too great for them, lished that Jaffe r s was In Ric hmond a t t h e time of t h e d emise but the scouts y;ill be killed or captured." of N eel's fathe r. i what is to be done then? Thos e brave men mus t not go 'l he unfortunate man was a n army paymaster a t the time o f on into the ambush of the rebels. A desperate effort must be his d eath, whi c h had been o ccas io ne d by a bullet w o und, and made to save them yet." 1 ten thousand dollars in gold w h ic h h e c a r r ied in a leather "General, one rider, mounteS on as flee t a horse a s can b e treasure bag strappe d t o hi s s a d dl e w a s missi ng. T h e hovse found in all the South, and experien ced as a s cout, might wa s found in a woods nea r b y b u t t h e mon e y wh ic h the dodge the guerrillas, and overtake the Union troopers, while' dead man had se t out to c o nv ey to a n enca mpm ent o f the more than one horseman would fall to elude the lurking bush-army before Wa shington, and whic h w a s intended to pay the whackers. Union soldiers the r e had n ever b een f ound. "That is trrai. But who will undertake this service of On that day of his doom N e d s father was attended onl y by deadly peril?" a large, faithf ul dog a mastiff c alled Bru n o T h e d og was will, general." found seriously w ou n d e d i n the head, near the b ody o f h is "You!" dead master, and the indications were t h a t he h a d eng aged "Yes, general; I have the fastest running horse in the army in a desperate s truggle with the unkn o wn a ssa s sin, and got -Shooting Star. The old steeplechaser will carry me through the worst of the encounte r. the dangerous country if any horse can. Let me go!" Ned had care f ully attend e d the wounde d dog, and the ani"You shall go. The lives of hundreds-perhaps thousands mal entirely rec over ed. -are at stake. Dear as you are to me my noble boy, I will w hen the lad joined the army first h e le f t Brtino at Iio me, bid you go, and God speed! Now lose not a moment." but later on, when N e d b e cam e a scout, h e sent for the dog "I will not. But one word or two more. I did not find 'Old There a fter the inte lligent, well-t r a i ned c a n i ne had b ec om e Kemp,' the missing Union scout. But I did find his trail." a valuable assistant to Ned and hi s comrade, Old Kemp, i n The next moment the boy cavalry scout and the great Union their scouting expeditions. general shook hands at the door of the headquarters tent. Bruno's keen scent h a d often gi ve n them timely w arning o f Just without stood a magnificent coal black steed whose the approac h of an e n e my, or led the m on th e tra il o f a foe length of limb and perfect symmetrical proportions t old of which otherwise they would have been unable to find. racing blood in his veins. Fearing th'l! dog had become s o we ll known t o the gu errillas Ned Burton leaped into the saddle, and waving his han d in of Virgini11. _that his company had, a s a precautionary meas ure, farewell salute, gave his horse the rein, and dashed away at1 better be dispensed with .on his s cout Ned haq le f t the wonderful speed. animal chained up In camp when he went in sea r c h o f Old On, on thundered the noble charger, as if he k n ew as well Kemp. as his young rider that he was racing to save a Union army. But now, as the daring Union lad was riding away a t full speed to save the littl'e army o f Uni o n c a valry, h e suddenly CHAPTER II. heard a joyful barking behind h i m THROUOH GUERRILLA AMB1'SOADES-TIIE BOY SCOUT'S LEAP FOR Turning in the saddle to hfs .su r p r i se N e d saw B r u n o b o uncl-LIFE. Ing after him. Ned Burto was about seventeen. and a s bright, m a nly a n d The do g had broke n h is chain and e v i dently meant to a r good-looking a lad as on e weuld wish to see. I company his young master wheth e r h e w ould o r n o

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4 THE BOY CAV ALBY SCOUT. There was no time to turn back with the dog then, the stake I "Halt!" shouted the leader of the band In ringing tones,; of the race in which Ned was engaged was too great to admit the rifles of the guerrillas were leveled at Ned. c of such a delay. But he threw himself along one side of his horse, makingp The boy thought, too, that perhaps his faithful dog might, of an Indian trick Old Kemp had taught him, and then, af1 after all, be of service to him, and so, making the best of the did not heed the order to halt, a fusillade of rifle balls hu situation, he called out to him cheerily: over the back of his horse. "Come along, old fellow. Come along if you will, but I'm Ned had "ducked" just in time. afraid Shooting Star wlll leave you behind before long." Shooting Star went through the guerrilla band like a fl After that Bruno came steadily on after the great black and thundered on, rounded a bend in the road and left horse. The charger had been assigned to Ned from a con enemy behind. signment of horses from Kentucky, and the boy had early dis Ned heard the sounds of their pursuers, and he urged r covered that he had probably been a steeplechaser, at least he horse to make a final spurt. had proved to be the greatest leaping horse in the Army of the At the same time he reflected that the report of the guei Potomac las rifles must have been heard a long distance ahead, and Then, too, since the animal came into the lad's possession feared the sound might serve to place other enemies on he had trained him to such wond:erful leaps that now he some al'ert to intercept him. times cleared such lofty barriers that Ned did not fear to The apprehensions of the young scout proved to be rush him at any obstacle which it was within the bounds of founded. reason to suppose any horse could surmount. As the young scout had feared, Shooting Star soon left the dog Bruno out of sight in the rear. But the lad kn-ew the dog would stick to the trail of the horse, no matter where it might lead him, or how great the distance. ,,. 'l'he Union cavalry had: a considerable start, but Ned counted on the superior speed of his mount to atone for that. He was soon in the n eighborhood where he knew he might anticipate danger. Barnard's Mills-a small hamlet-was about three miles distant. Beyond this place a sluggish stream of considerable size flows from the adjacent swamp, through a deep ravine, to form a junction with the Naus emond river. The route the Union cavalry was taking fo' the railway that was their objective point, would, as Ned knew, lead them through a place which was naturally well fitted for an am bush. Approaching the ravine mentioned, the' road makes an abrupt turn, winds down into th e same, and runs along it. Both banks are lined with timber that could afford con cealment for an overwhelming force of the enemy. The idea took possession of Ned's mind that at this ravine Ned Jaffers had posted the rebels to slaughter the Union cav alry which he was guiding to their doom. O f all things, therefore, the boy scout desired to overtake the imperilled troopers before th ey reached the point which he re garded as the one of most imminent danger. The miles continued to be swiftly counted off under the fly ing hoofs of Shooting Star for some time. Still the boy scout, though he strained his glances eagerly ahead, failed to catch sight of the rear guard of the Union troops. He was drawing nearer and nearer to the perilous ravine, and it seemed to him that his chances of saving the Union cavalry were momentarily decreasing, when, all at once, as he was dashing through a little belt of timber, half a dozen rough looking men, well mounted and armed, rode out into the high way before him. Ned knew at a glance the men were rebel guerrillas. He was clad in citizen's garb, but he carried a repeating carbine slung at his shoulders, and a pair of cavalry revolvers were in his holsters. The h'eroic lad set his teeth determinedly, and without de creasing his speed in the leii.st, or drawing a weapon, he rode right at the horsemen in the road. To be halted now meant doom for the brave Union men Ned sought to save. But ft was clearly the purpose of the guerrlllas to stop him. It seemed the route he had to traverse was destined to come a veritable death guantlet for the brave lad. He had struck into a long stretch of straight road, frin here and there by clumps of trees and bushes, and he had caught sight of the guerrillas he had left behind comin sight in the distanae, when he made a thrilling discov ahead. Once more the way was closed against him. A fl.le of a score of rebel infantry, whose glittering guns fixed bayonets shone in the sunlight, marched out of a grov, of trees a short distance ahead. From the rear rang out the voice of the leader of the rillas,' as he shouted in triumphant tones: "Stop him-he is a Yankee spy!" At sight of the men he must pass Ned had thought to tempt a ruse, and try to get by them in the character o Southern citizen and a good rebel. But the guerrilla's denunciation forestalled this plan of lad's. It seemed he must now surely fall into the hands of enemy. To leave the highway would be to enter the swamp, which mention has been made, and through which the r now ran. Once in the morass his capture would be a certai for there his horse could find no secure footing. The twenty rebel soldiers completely closed the road spr ing out from one of the steep banks that bordered it to other. The rebels leveled their fixed bayonets, holding their gun a charge to repel the cavalry. They were perfectly sure of Ned's capture, and the capt in command of the squad called out to him: "We've got you now, you infernal young Yank!" But Ned made no answer. Instead, with a rousing shout, he rushed his black teep chaser straight at the barricade of living foes and glit :eri deadly bayonets. CHAPTER III. NED AND JAFFEBS FACE TO FACE--THE GREATEST PERIL OF ALL. The boy scout's wonderful leaping horse had again sav him. Shooting Star alighted safely beyond the line of re and dashed on. The amazed and completely surprised Confederates wh eel about and sent a volley of bullets in pursuit of the Unio lad as soon as they recovered their presence of mind suf ciently to do so. But th e fuslllade went wide of the young scout and bl horse, and he continued hia rapid fiight unharmed.

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' .rHE BOY CAVALRY' SCOUT. he infantrymen being on foot were unable to inaugurate an ctual pursuit, and again Ned obtained a :tart while the nted guerrillas were riding up to the rebel soldiers. ot more than two miles ahead Ned knew that a bridle struck oil through the woods at the edge of tb.e swamp He and Old Kemp had previously discovered and trad the path, finding that it was a short cut leading to the hborhood of the ravine, where Ned anticipated the rebels e in ambush. eaching the entrance of the bridle-path, Ned turned into esolved to avail himself of it to decrease the distance to raversed. \ e was soon in the depths of'the woods, where, even during hours of sunlight, the shadows fell gloomily, and the p, dark thickets bordered the way. ed had left the guerrillas out of sight in the rear when he red the pathway, and he hoped they might pass on along road without aiscovering the way he had followed. esently Ned caught the sound of discharged firearms in distance. The detonations emanated from the direction in !ch he was advancing, and they occasioned him a feeling of sternation. He feared that already the ambushed enemy ht have attacked the vanguard of the Union cavalry. t was exceedingly disheartening to think that after all his oic struggles in their behalf he was to overtake the Union airy too late. ed strove to increase the speed of his horse, but the noble mal was already doing his utmost, and he could not further elerate his pace. uddenly the youthful scout drew rein so abruptly that his se was thrown back upon his haunches. he sounds of coming horsemen in the path ahead had all once come to Ned's hearing. t was a question whether the approaching riders ends or foes, but it would not do to take any chances, and quickly rode aside among the thickets. he horsemen came on, and catching a glimpse of them, d saw they were a band of a dozen rebel scouts. A moment d the boy caught the sound of other men in the timber. He ard signal calls, and answers from several directions, and alarming conviction came to his mind that scattered com mies of the rebel scouts were beating the timber. he voices of the men on the bridle-path reached his hearg quite distinctly as they rode by. "I tell you, men, the old Yankee scout in the coonskin cap tered this woods," said one of the Confederates. "Then we'll run him down yet; the boys are scattered every ere through the timber. The old Yank can't long osby has sworn he shall not reach the Union lines, for he has covered the great secret of the hidden rendezvous of the nfederate free raiders," replied another of the party. "Heavens! Mosby's cutthroats have run Old Kemp into the ode, and they are hunting him as if he was a wild beast!" uttered Ned excitedly, for the mention of the fact that the ion scout the g11errillas were pursuing wore a coonskin cap ve the boy the positive assurance of his identity. Ned began to pick his way along in the timber, keeping ar the bridle path. Much valuable time was now lost. Once twice he narrowly escaped discovery by different bands of osby's men, and he had to halt in a thicket more than once. All at once, as he rode out of a dense forest growth, a g scene burst upon his vision. In an opening on the bank of 'ldeep dark lagoon of the adjacent swamp he saw a man run eJng as if for life, pursued by eight rebel guerrillas. The pgitive was roughly clad, evidently a man of advanced years, d he wore a coonskin cap. "Old Kemp!" uttered the boy scout, recognizing his veteran il>mrade. The next instant the guerrillas discharged a volley of shots at the Union fugitive, and with a terrible cry he leaped into the air and plunged headlong down the steep bank into the dark waters of the lagoon. The guerrillas dashed up and drew rein on the bank of the lagoon. They looked down into the dark waters that had closed over Old Kemp, and Ned heard one of them shout: "The old Yank is done for. We riddled him with bucltshot. I reckon he's at the bottom of the lagoon!" "Yes, and so Mosby's secret is still safe. The only Yank who ever found his retreat was the old fellow we have shot," replied another. Then the gu.errillas rode on sending up signal calls to in form their scattered comrades of the fact that the fugitive had been hunted down. Ned resumed his way sorrowfully, and he mentally vowed that the murder of the old scout should yet be avenged, if his services against them could avail to such an end. A few moments subsequently the boy heard a crashing sound in the bushes behind him and whipping out a revolver he wheeled in the saddle, expecting to confront a f-0e. But out of the cover bounded Bruno, his faithful dog. The devoted animal had stuck t9 his trail, and the delayp the lad had encountered gave the dog time to overtake him. The delighted dog frisked and bounded about the black horse, but with a word or two Ned quieted him, and rode on ward. One of his saddle girths became loosened before he had gone but a short distance. Having dismounted in a thicket, he was ht the act of buckling the strap, wh en Bruno gave an alarm by crouching and uttering a fierce, low growl. "Someone comes, said Ned, mentally. Peering cautiously through the intervening foliage, he saw a solitary man in a tattered suit of Confederate gray. Ned drew back, startled and surprised. The man he had discovered was Neal Jaffers. He was on foot, and seemed to be following a trail. Tire ensuing instant Bruno saw the rebel, and while the hair on the animal's neck bristled up and he evinced anger, he made a tremendous leap clear of the thicket. Uttering a terrible howl the animal sprang furiously at Neal Jaffers' throat. Ned had vainly sought to detain the dog. Never before had the faithful animal thus refused to obey his master. Ned could not understand it. Neal Jaffers turned pale as d eath at the Kight of the great dog, and while he sought to defend himself against the attack of the infuriated beast, he shouted in tones of mortal dread and terror: "Merciful Heaven! Tire dog I thought I left dead on th. e lonely Washington road!" Hearing those words, Ned Burton staggered back against a tree as though the weight of the startling discovery he had made caused him to reel. "At last! at last! I have found out the truth! Neal Jaffers is my fattier's murderer!" uttered the boy scout, in hollow tones. He comprehended that the sagacity of the dog had enabled the animal to identify the man who had left him for dead b'eside his murdered master. Despite Neal Jaffers' resistance Bruno had fastened his teeth in the rebel "a.Ssassin's shoulder. Ned was about to rush forward, but just as he was clear of the timber he stumbled and fell. Still struggling with the dog, Neal Jaffers saw Ned Burton. Though to Jaffers' knowledge he and the boy had never met previously, the striking resemblance which the lad bore to his dead father caused a conviction of Ned's identity to in stantly flash upon the mind of the assassin. The expression

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6 'rI-IE BOY CAVALRY SUOUT. upon the lad's face had at one glance reveal'ed to the guilty man that Ned suspected his secret of crime. Neal Jaffers had not as yet, during the struggle with the dog, succeeded in drawing a weapon, but now with a desperate effort he succeeded in jerking a revolver from the holster in. his belt where it seeme:i to have caught. As Ned regained his feet, Jaffers leveled his weapon in his left hand, and aimed at the Loy. The next instant Jaffers pressed the trigger, but the dog dragged him aside a trifte at the same time, and the bullet whizzed by Ned's head. He felt the wind of the leaden ball, and leaping behind a tree drew his own weapon. Just then, as a desperate duel seemed about to be com menced between Ned and his foe, a party of bushwackers came rushing out of the timber beyond Jatters. They had been near when the latter discharged his weapon, and the report of hie pistol had drawn them hastily to the spot. That time the boy was successful. The steeple-chaser scrambled up the side of the rift and the succeeding moment, throwing himself alongsi the horse, Ned was dashing away at full speed. Brun o Ned's faithful dog, followed the headlong Shooting Star and his daring young rider The sent a shower of bullets hurtling afte fugitive, and Neal Jaffers, the rebel decoy, came runnin ward shouting excitedly: "Take him dead or alive, man. He is Grant's boy spy, one of the most dangerous foes of the South .. We have for Old Kemp, the Yankee scout, let's make an end o old rascal's boy partnar." The guerrillas were willing and anxious enough to ca Ned without Neal Jaffers' admonition, and they immedi inaugurated a pursuit of the boy. The latter, however, quickly distanced his foes, and as bore a charmed life, the bullets whistled around him h lessly. At sight of the enemy, Ned rushed for his horse and leaped In a short time Ned regained the highway which he upon his back, at the same time shouting to the dog to fol left, and then he saw a sight that occasioned him the gr low. satisfaction. As if he realized that the odds wer e now too greatly against him, Bruno released his hold upon Jaffers and bounded after Ned, as he dashed away. Jaffers tried to shoot the dog, but failed, and he shouted to the gU'errillas: 'After him, men! He is Grant's boy cavalry scout!" The ensuing moment Ned was onoe more ridtJ1g for his life, hotly pursued. But he was leaving the guerrillas behind, when, unfortunate ly, Shooting Star stumbled into a deserted rifiepit, and, \Un horsed by the shock, the young scout was hurled far over the animal's head. Ned scrambled to his feet immediately. He was pretty well shaken up, but no bones were fractured. The guerrillas were pressing nearer and nearer, and Ned knew that his only chance for escap e d e pended upon his getting his horse out of the rifle-pit in time. The horse of the young scout was uninjured, and leaping' down into the Ned sought to make him leap out of it. Shooting Star was never in such a situation. The steep banks of the rifle-pit wer e close around him on all sides. Vainly Ned sought to get the animal out of the trap. Just then a tremendous volley of musketry rang out from the direction of the ravine some miles ahead. Ned feared the mruisacre of the Union cavalry had already begun there. A moment and the guerrillas c ame thundering up to the ri1l'e-pit. CHAPTER IV. NED STARTS UPON A DANGEROUS TRAIL. The road was filled with the Union cavalry. They pulling back from the ravine beyond Barnard's Mills. joined the force as quiclcly as possible, and urged his toward the rear. whence he heard an irregular firing. Meeting the colonel in command of the Union force, fiastened to make known the peril of the situation, and orders of General Grant for a retreat. "The advance scouts dis()overed the enemy in the ra while we crossed the hills yonder, We made a halt, and the scouts were thrown forward. The deserter guide mysteriously disappeared at the time of the discovery enemy," replied the officer. Only the scouts were now engaged with the rebels, c ing the retreat of the Union cavalry. Evidently the Co erates did not, as yet. comprehend that the bluecoat.s really began a retreat, or they would have followed the '"The scouts must be called in. We shall go on the do quick now. Will you carry the order to the rear guard t<> back?'" asked the colonel. "Yes, colonel," responded the boy cavalry scout, and a ment subsequently he was again advancing toward the p of greatest danger. The young cavalry scout reached the men who were co ing the retreat of the Union army, and turned them Then as Ned himself was riding on the return, he heard scouts talking Of the absence of six men who had been the false guide, far ahead of all the rest of the Union f .. Ah," thought the lad, it must be that Neal Jaffers those brave boys Into a trap. Heaven help them if they in the hands of the guerrillas." Just then Ned observed that his dog Bruno was evln Ned Burt.on met the charge of the guerrillas with a volley certain signs which he could not mistake i.he meaning of. from his r evolvers, while he continued to urge his horse to 1 boy and the dog had so often .followed a rebel trail with further efforts to extricate himself from the rifle-pit. Kemp the trapper scout of the Shenandoah, that the lad The boy cavalry scout bad well nigh abandoned all hope of 1 knew Bruno had struck a trail. escape, and how great was his despair we may comprehend, 'rhe dog turned off from the road into one of the nume to some extent, when we cJnsider the magnitude of the ca-paths leading into the woods. He came hounding back, u lamity. ing urgent barks, and again disappeared. It was the int The spirit of innate chivalry and noble heroism that had gent animal's way of saying to his young master: prompted the Union boy to volunteer for the dangerous duty j "Follow me!" that had brought him into this deadly peril still inspired him. Ned now heard the clatter of the rebel troops, who Ned yet desired, of all things, to save the Union cavalry, 'advancing from the defile after the retreating Federals. as we know, and as the tremendous volley of musketry rang last the rebels seemed to have discovered that the Union out from the direction of the defile ahead, where he anticipated were really in full retreat. the enemy had set their ambush, the lad made a last deter-! ''Bruno is doing his best to lead me into the path. I n mined effort to get Shooting Star out of the rifle-pit. I knew the dog's sagacity to be at fault. He'll not guide

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THE BOY SCOUT. 1--==--=-=-----::.-::.-::.-__ ------_ _-_--_ --==========-.:= ====-= an ambush. I'll risk being able to rejoin our rcomplete the task of the brave heart who lost his life on and follow the dog," said the lad. to. take back the news to the Union lines." disappeared in the forest path which Bruno had entered In silence, but constantly alert and watchful, Ned rode on as the rebel cavalry came in sight down the highway, after that low-voiced m9nologue expressive of his heroic resohe brave boy was not seen by the enemy. lutions. ello! What's this? exclaimed Ned, as he caught sight Bruno was never at fault. m1ently the' trained dog-scout mething white fluttering from a bush beside the path at went on the trail, and he never once gave tongue. distance further on. Ned had followed the dog for a distance of som e miles when a second glancE> Ned saw the object which attracted his he caught the sound of a rapidly approaching horse. The tion was really a scrap of paper thrust through the sharp animal was coming over the route Ned had just traversed s of the bush to which it had adhered. With a low signal call the Union lad brought Bruno to his nding low in the saddle as he reined up his horse, Ned side, and then turning Shooting Star in a cover he waited ed the paper and found that upon it a few lines of writ-the appearance of the coming rider. He proved to be a young Confederate orderly, as one glance ad been scribbled in pencil. told Ned. d gave a start of surprise as he read the communication he paper. It seemed as though he inadvertently played directly into Ned's hands, for, as he rode by, the Union boy heard him say to himself disconsolately: ran as follows: ix Union scouts, myself among the party, have been be ed into the power of a strong band of Mosby's guerrillas he deserter sent to guide us. We are being marched to Mosby's secret camp, as I gather from the bushwhack there to be put to death in revenge for the death of the guerrilla spies our general had shot in Suffolk last week. is comes into the hands of any Union man, let him sec ches the Union commander, that he may know our fate. "(Signed) JACK BARTON." li1is is too bad, Jack Barton, and the five companions of who have been led into the hands of the vindictive rillas are all brave, true men and my comrades. Neal rs has lured them to their doom," reflected Ned. hen suddenly, as if speaking with the inspiration of a sec thought: ut Bruno is on the trail of the captured Unionists. Hal an idea for a great attempt. The scout's note says that Union prisoners are being taken to Mosby's secret retreat. all that's lucky, aided by Bruno, I may be able to trail the rrillas tO the hidden rendezvous of Mosby; I'll try it." less brave and adventurous spirit might have been de ed from the perilous undertaking. But Ned was a real ng hero. e thought, as he rode forward, led by the dog trailer, that would take any risk to solve the secret of Mosby's hiding e. and he meant, too, that if circumstances favored him he least he would try to save the six devoted Union men were doomed to an unjust fate. osby was the terror of all the Unionists in Virginia, and had harassed the Union army much by cutting off small ply trains, picking off pickets, and acting as scout and ger for the enemy. he Union troopers had chased Mosby's guerrillas a store imes, but the mounted desperadoes had always managed to e pursuit and disappear with a speed and mystery about ir movements that led the Federals to the conclusion that guerrillas availed themselves of a retreat, the secret of ich thns far eluded all the Union scouts. eneral Grant wished most ardently to capture Mosby and band, and some time previously he had offered a large vard for the discovery of the bushwhacker's hiding-place. thought he would be doing the Union cause a great 1 vice if he could find the stronghold of the guerrillas. r I'll do my best," muttered the boy. "The aTch villain olcl Kemp, who, by their own admission, was the y Union man who ever discovered their hiding-place. Neal ers and his traitor comrades think their secret is buried h my old scout comrade in the dark waters of the swamp ou. But, God helping me, I will find out the secret and "Just my luck. Here the general has sent me off with im portant dispatches for Mosby, just when we are likely to have a battle with the Yankees, and I might have had a chance to distinguish myself." "He's my game. I must have those dispatches!" said Ned mentally. He drew a cavalry revolver touched -his horse with the spur, and the gallant 2teed, at one leap bounded out into the pathway before the rebel courier. "Halt!" shouted Ned, with his revolver leveled at the head of the young orderly. The latter pulled up instantly. "I want the dispatches you are carrying to Mosby," de manded Ned. The courier tried to parley and make denials, but he ended by handing Ned a letter addressed to "Colonel John Mosby," and signed by the Confederate commander, Beauregard. After that the Union lad compelled the young rebel to dis mount, and Ned made some surprising preparations, looking to the great worl' of rescue and discovery he had resolved upon. CHAPTER V. IN THE SECRET RETREAT OF lliOSBY' S G UERRILLAS In the shadow of the lofty ledge, among the moun t ains of Virginia, where a view of the surrounding country could be obtained, crouched a roughly-dressed man with a rifle in his hands. The alert and.v;atchful air of the solitary man on the moun tain-side might readily have led to the inference that he was a sentinel on duty. Such, in truth, was his character. The faded gray coat and slouched hat and the dark face under it would have ser'ved to convey to a most casual ob server that he was a Southern man and a Confederate. It was some hours since the daring boy cavalry scout of the Union army stopped the dispatch-bearer of General Beauregard on the woods trail, down the valley. All at once the solitary mountain guard raised his rifle and glanced down a steep descent where creeping vines almost hid the trail. He had caught the sound of hoofs on the rocky way. "Someone comes! Ah, a messenger from the general," mut tered the sentinel. Through the intervening foliage he had caught sight of a young horseman, clad in the uniform of a rebel orderly or aid. "Halt!" the command came sternly from the lips of th
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8 THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. mountain as a moment subsequently the approaching 1 have expected, but full of sinewy strenp.h. His fai horseman rode out into full view of him. pleasant, but there was an air of firmness about it. The long rifle in the hands of the man in gray was leveled Scanning Mosby with the interest while hei' to give force to his command. Beauregard's dispatches, Ned began to credit him wi "I am a friend. I came from General Beauregard with disfications for a leader which had escaped his first glan patches for Colonel Mosby," came the answer of the young orBut the ensuing moment the Union boy started as if derly, but he promptly drew rein. suddenly made a thrilling discovery, The speaker was Ned Burton. The boy cavalry scout had Just then a young girl had issued forth from a cabin come to attempt his daring ruse. He had compelled the rebel At one glance Ned recognized her as an old and orderly to surrender his horse and uniform, as well as his friend of "before the war." 1 dispatches. She resided with her widowed father on a fine Having left the orderly bound and gagged in a thicket, plantation, situated in a part of the state yet inside where he had also secured 'Shooting Star,' still guided by the lines, and her name was Mildred Hastings. l. dog, Ned had continued on. Since the war broke out, Ned had not seen or He did not deem it possible that any of the guerr1llas were Mildred directly, But he knew it was reported that the I sufficiently familiar with his personal appearance to recognize girl and her father were most bitter rebels. i his features. Ned's heart almost stood still as he thought the re in the guerrilla camp had recognized him. The sentinel scanned the boy scout keenly for a moment, He saw that she had positively identified him, as and then he put his fingers to his lips and blew a signal pression of her beautiful brunette face conveyed the whistle. telllgence as plainly as words the next instant. e In. a few moments two men who resembied the sentinel in A cold sweat broke out upon Ned's brow. general appearance came in sight further up the steep ascent. He could not expect the rebel girl to shield him. r "Here's an orderly from Beauregard with a message. Take He thought she must now look upon him as a fo him to Colonel John, boys," said the sentinel to his comrades, of "the hated Yankee mudsills, who bad come to desp<>1. as they appeared at his signal. South." n Then, lowering his gun he stood aside and allowed Ned "Merciful heaven! was there ever such an unfortunatr to ride on. The boy experienced a strange and thrilling sencident as this? If that girl speaks 1 am doomed. If sb sation, but it was not fear. He knew he was riding into the ters my name I shall never leave the guerrillas' camp ai i secret rendezvous of the dreaded guerrilla chief-that he had thought Ned. well-nigh penetrated a secret that had cost many valuable As the appalling reflection traversed his excited rni"l lives. became aware of the fact that Mosby had raised his eyes The situation was one which assuredly might well have the dispatch and was regarding him keenly. (l caused the bravest-most heroic spirit-some trepidation. It Ned's heart gave a great leap as he saw Mildred Ha.if. was like riding into the jaws of death. turn and re-enter the cabin whence she had come, witl Detection meant certain doom. speaking. Guided by the two men, whom the guard had called, the He was completely mystified by the conduct of the Union boy rode up through a rock-bound tunnel. Then there girl. He could have sworn she had recognized him. was a sharp descent and he found himself entering a wooded \ so, why had she not denounced him? He had no time plateau. fleet upon the puzzle. Ned's eyes brightened as he saw that surely, at last, the I Mosby, speaking in a stern, imperative manner, i mYs: terious hiding-place of the lawless marauders of Virginia ately addressed him. was before him. ''Young man, you appear to be very ill at -ease. Le d The lad did not wonder that this eerie mountain rendezvous j see, your name is-is--" and Mosby paused as if his had so long escaped discovery by th. e Union men, when he re 1 ory was at fault. fleeted bow desirous and well concealed had been the trail "Martin Way, sir," replied the boy. "You see, colonel, I leading to it, which only the sagacity of his dog had enabled just been appointed one of General Beauregard's aids." e him to follow. "I thought I had never seen you before." The tents and rude huts of the bushwhackers were scat"And I have never had the honor to meet you before, tered about all over the plateau, and 'their horses were picknel. I came from Greensboro, North Carolina. My father eted at its northern end. the late Judge Wallace Way." To the west the camp was secured against invasion by a Ned's assumption of frankness and sincerity was com steep ledge of rocks which could not be scaled by horsemen, He seemed to have disarmed the suspicion which his untJ and only perilous cl!mqing could enable a footman to accom-manner might have occasioned the guerrilla chief. b plish its ascent. "I know the Ways of North Carolina are a true So The great Confederate guerrilla chief was pacing thought-family, my lad, and I am glad to know you," replied Mosb1i fully to and fro before his tent, and Ned rode straight up Just then one of the guerrilla men came up and said: i1 to him and, saluting, said: "Colonel, Brox's band has no got in yet. I'm afraid ti "I come from General Beauregard. Here is a dispatch for Yankees have caught them." you, colonel." "I hope not. Brox had positive orders to return by Dlf Thus speaking the boy placed the dispatches he had taken than two hours ago, anJ I confess It does look as if he 1 from the Confederate orderly in Mosby's hands Tht:t latter orin trouble. But a dozen Yankees shall die for every one dered Ned's horse to be cared for, ordered the latter to be furmy brave men the Yankees execute." nished some refreshments, and then deliberately turned to "Bravo, colonel! But I came also to report that everyt the examination of the dispatches. is ready for the execution of the six Yankee scouts The portrait one might naturally have drawn of Mosby from I "Very well, lieutenant; march them out to the gallows-ti' his reputation was not borne out in his actual appearance. 1 and call all hand!!," replied the guerrilla chief. Ned saw a man who at sight would have struck him as being 1 Ned turned pale as death. more than ordinary. He was rather smaller than one might "Oh, am I to fail after all? 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THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. 9 anc if d me to save these brave men?" thought the Union lad, heard Mosby's cold-blooded order. next moment he heard a voice, the sound of which Im the knowledge that he was in imminent peril of g the fate of the doomed scouts himself. CHAPTER VI. A MOMENT 01<' SUSPENSE AND PERIL. voice which alarmed Ned was that of Neal Jaffers, the spy and decoy of the guerrillas. saw Jaffers ride into the camp alone, and the villain his horse straight toward the bushwhacker chief and y, The latter turned his head away and drew his gloves, rched with powder, across his face, while he pulled his derate hat further down over his eyes. appearance of the Union boy was so completely changed e uniform he wore' that Jaffers took him for what he ed to be, and without bestowing a second glance upon said to Mosby hurriedly: ox and his party are in the hands of the Yankees. They ed up the little band in the wood north of Barnard's o and I have had a narrow escape. The Yankees took the before I had quite led them into Beauregard's ambush." a rant has adopted the plan of reprisal by banging the last The man was clad in a well-worn Confederate uniform, an' d he wore a full beard and moustache. Little more than the eyes were visible in his face, owing to the beard. "Who are you, and what do you mean by shouting com mands in my camp? I am John Mosby, and I am the only one who issues orders here," replied the guerrilla chief. "Beg your pardon, colonel. I'm King Bittern, of the Tenth Virginfa Volunteers, just released from tne care o' a Yankee guard and sent to carry ye a message from old Grant. Ye see I was cotched down j:>y the ravine. Here's the message from the Yankee gineral." "Now I look at you I see you are King Bittern sure enough. You were a scout of Beauregard's and have been here on business before to-day," said Mosby, while the new arrival handed him a written document. "Hello! Ha! listen to this," cried Mosby, when he had hastily perused the paper. He read as follows, while the doomed Union men listened as though they believed their lives hung upon his words: "Headquarters of Gen. U. S. Grant, Commander-in-Chief, U.S. A. "To John Mosby: Sir-It having come to my knowledge that you have taken six of my scouts, I hereby warn you that I will hang Brox and all his party who are my prisoners, if you fail to treat my men as honorable prisoners of war. If you choose, I will exchange prisoners, man for man. "(Signed) U. S. GRANT." of mine he captured inside his lines, and you have come "Well, boys, this looks as though the infernal Yankee genIn time to witness my revenge, Jaffers," said Mosby. eral was in real earnei;t. The:re are twenty men in Brox's ook yonder!" be added. party. I can't afford to lose them. March the prisoners back llowing with their glances the direction which the guer-! to the shed ordered Mosby. leader indicated the Union boy cavalry scout and the I Ned felt lllce shouting. I spy saw a. thrilling and terrible sight. I The doomed men, so suddenly respited, almost broke down t of a long, rude shed the guerrillas were marching the I under the revuleion of feeling they experienced. oomed Union prisoners. Jaffers walked away with Mosby, and no one seemed for the e unfortunate men marched two by two, with their hands time to pay any attention to Ned. He was leaning against a ned together. 'great tree at the edge of the camp, when all at once the young e boy scout recognized one of the first couples as the girl, Mildred Hastings, came swiftly toward him. or of the message that had served to acquaint him with "Ned Burton, I know you. I recognized you when you first capture of the party. \entered the camp," said the beautiful Southern girl. t none of the scouts marching to the ignominious doom, "Would you betray me? Would you doom an old friend of ch the merciless guerrillas had decreed for them, recogformer days to certain death?" replied Ned, knowing a denial d Ned, nor did he wish that they should do so. of his identity would be useless. hat's right. Swing them up. Swing up the infernal As he spoke he looked into the dark, glowing face beside kees! It serves them right for coming to rob and plunder him, as if seeking to read the very soul of the girl who held he South. Yes, give the nigger-worshipers the rope," said his fate in her hands. ers, in exultation and approval of the verdict of the prisShe met his searching glance frankly, and said quickly: rs' doom. l "Do you think I could betray you to death? Oh, have you ome fifty feet from the edge of the precipice, which was so bad an opinion of me as that?" western boundary of the guerrilla camp, stood a forest "I know you are a rebel. I am an enemy of the South. We narch, whose patriarchal limbs, wide-spreading and nu-are foes. I did not know that I could hope for mercy at ous, extended in every direc;tion. your hands." pon this tree more than one poor captive whose only "Ned," replied the young girl earnestly, "you are wrong. e was his love for the old flag, had met his doom, and I am heart and soul in sympathy with the North. I love the over its limbs dangled six stout ropes, in the end of old flag and the Union!" ich was a noose of death. I "What! But no, you are deceiving me." verythlng was in readiness for this awful wholesale exe, "I speak the truth." ion. I "I have always heard that you and your family were the ed felt that he could do nothing. most bitter rebels." e saw the doomed men marched under the several nooses. "I can explain that. You know my father's character. How witnessed the final preparations of the executioners, and he values his wealth? Well, he has been only acting a part. last he turned away as he thought Mosby was about to He has been deceiving the rebels. At heart he and all our e the command to launch the doomed men into etern-ity. family are Unionists. But our property }Vould have_ been ut a horseman at that most critical moment in the fate taken from us. Our home would have been destroyed if we the doomed men came riding swiftly into camp. had not concealed our real sentiments; Oh, Ned! we are not Stop that thar hangin' bee! Stop ther stringin' up! Stop the only family in this benighted Southern land who dare not shouted the new arrival, swinging his hat as he reveal our real sentiments." The young girl spoke in low tones, but there was that in

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10 THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. her manner, as mu c h as in h e r word s, that seemed to convince the boy ravalry scout of her since r ity. I be li e v e you Mild red, and I thank heav e n that in you I h a v e foun d a f r iend instead of a foe, a s I thou ght, h e re pli ed "You r fri e nd a lways," she and she g a v e him one little h a nd c onfidin g l y As he h e ld it h e as ked: But what a r e y ou doing here-here in the c amp of the dreaded rebe l g u errillas?" "Oh; Ned, I am in a t e rribl e situation It may be you are to hel p me-to s ave m e from a fate worse than death. " What do you m e an ? Why you are trembling f r om head to f oot! "Ned I h a ve a s ecret to t e ll you-a strange, dark mystery to reve al. I will trus t youI know you are good and true. "Ye s, Mildred-dea r Mildr e d," Th e girl was a bout to speak further, when from the shad o w s in the rear of the great tree that had sc reened his ap proach from their sight, Neal Jaffers suddenly leaped out before them. I h a ve heard all. I know you now Ned Burton you in f ernal Yank ee spy! cried the rebel. Ned s ee m e d for a mom en t t o have turne d to stone as he s tood stari n g a t his f ather's as s assin. The boy r ea lized that hi s ene my was tt'iumphant at last. M ild red, whit e as death, clung to Ned. Lo s t Oh, Ned, who w ill s a v e me now? uttered the young g irl, wailingly. CHAPTER VII. A DI SGU I SE D M A N SHOWS HIS HAND. It see m e d that the d e spairing words of the young Southern maiden, who had j ust intruste d him with the secret that her sympathies were with the Union, acted as the inspiration for prompt acti o n o n N e d s part. Sudde nl y he mad e a tre mendous leap and hurled himself straight at t h e t hroat of hi s vindictive rebel foe. The lad wa s s wi ft to c o m preh e nd that it was now the one essential of vi t a l importance, that he should prevent Neal Jaffers alarming the gu errilla camp. One shout f r om the r e bel sp y and decoy would now bring a ll o f M o sby's cut-throats down upon Ned. 'Th e o n l y c hanc e r 6 r the pre se rvation of the brave lad lay in his preventing the rev el a tion o f the secret of his identity, whic h J a ffers meant now to make known to Mosby and his men Nea l Jaffers' lips had parted a nd the words which he meant sho uld a nnounce to the i n mates of the camp 'that the boy was a Unio n s py w e r e about to b e uttered when Ned leaped at him, T h e hanrl.s of the lad fastened upon the throat of Neal Jaffers in a t e n ac ious hold. and the succeeding moment the two were s t ru g gli n g d es perately upon the earth. The trees and interv e ni n g bu s hes s c reened them from the sight of the main p ortion of the gu e r r illa camp and they were not observed as yet b y any of Mosby's men. Ned exer t e d a ll b i s str ength to pre vent the utterance of the a larm h e dr eaded. Mildre d Hastings, p a l e and terror-stricken, reeled back against a tree, wring i n g h e r band s despairingly as she thought the doo m of t h e b rav e U nion boy w a s assured. At that moment of sup r eme peril Ned Burton wished earn estly for the p r es e nc e o f hi s dog. But be had left Bruno at the foot of th e h ill w h e n h e c aught sight of the guerr!lla picket. The boy knew his wonderful dog would remai he had left him for any reasonable l ength of time. Neal Jaffers was a muscular man, in the full stre maturity, while Ned though strong fo r his years, Ia muscular development which c omes only with the a of years. The boy cavalry scout soon felt that his strength ing, and the realization came to bis mind like a knell e that he had undertaken what he could not accomplis tin Neal Jaffers was to become the victor in the terrible hand struggle. Weak e r and weaker grew Ned s efforts, and Neal succeeded in c ompelling the boy to release his hold u throat. Then the rebel s py could have called assistance, bu longer cared to do so Confident that he should alm mediately overpower Ned and prompted by his vanity .the glory of the lad s capture and unmasking single he did not utter an alarm. The end of the unequal contest between the rebel and boy seemed presently to have come. Ned was held upon his back the knee of his foe wa s upon his breast. and his bands clutched the boy s while his blazing eyes, scintillating vindictive light, down into the upturned face of the boy scout. 'Conquered-conquered at last, and you shall never? John Mosby's camp alive ... uttered Jaffers, fiercely. of Ned was powerless to make a reply. He thought th li fiat of destiny had gone forth against him and that t would be conducted to the gallows-tree from which the s c outs had been reprieved at the last moment. ,.,, At the moment of Jaffers' triumph Mildred Hat turned faint as death, and she would have fallen at thlf of the great tree, where she had stood enthralled by peril, but for the timely aid of a pair of stout arms. Suddenly a man in the Confederate uniform, who had. swiftly and silently upon the scene, stepped out from d He caught the young girl in his arms just as she wa ping to the ground. Depositing her. gently upon the mo moss at the foot of the tree, the man crept toward the 8 spy and his boy adversary. Neal Jaffers' back was now turned toward the grea whence the man came, and therefore the rebel was ign of his approach. Strangely enough, the man in Confe uniform seemed desirous of taking Jaffers by surprise. Ned Burton had not yet lost the p.ower of vision t the dreadful sensation of strangulation he began to e ence somewhat blurred his sight. The lad saw the man in gray '\teallng up behind Neal J and wondered at the fellow s conduct, for he was one o enemy Ned recogniz't
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THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. 11 mes some o his friends. I'm off with the critter. He be seen by the bushwhackers." an who had so opportunely felled the rebel spy sud itted the fallen villain in his powerful arms and glided to the bushes with him. gained his feet and sprang to the side of the fainting e had seen her open her eyes, and gently placed her ting attitude when three guerrillas went by. rio scarcely gave Ned and the maiden a second glance. y drew a deep breath of relief as the three men passed sight, and he noticed that they had not gone in the n taken by King Bittern. s brain was in a whirl. lad felt completely dazed and mystified by the last infiuence the revelation she hesitated to make might exert upon him. "Say on, Mildred Nothing can cl;lange the opinion I have already formeY, that you are the best and dearest girl in 11 the world!" r8plied Ned, ardently. Mildred blushed charmingly, and she was about to speak further, when a guerrilla came striding hastily up to the young and said: "The colonel has the answer to Beauregard's dispatches ready. You can be off with them at once if you like, he has sent me to say." "All right; I'll hasten to the colonel's tent," replied Ned, and the man had turned away he added to Mildred: "Now tell me the secret. Hesitate no longer, for I must leave the guerrillas' camp now. To attempt to remain now t can it mean? What is the explanation? Surely the would aro use suspicion." lling himself King Bittern acted the part of a friend "Well, then, Neal Jaffers has the proof that my mother was me, and his voice was that of old Kemp, my dead a slave-that I' was born in bondage, and that therefore I, too, omrade. He used the ex-trapper's favorite bywords-am a slave according to Southern law," replied Mildred. ns an' rattlesnakes,' muttered the boy. a thrilling idea 1lashed through the mind of the youth ut, and he mentally added: must surely be that old Kemp was not slain by the hackers, who thought they left his dead body at the of the swamp bayou. No, no! I know the old trapper of the Shenandoah too well to be deceived now. Old lives, and he is here to help me save the Union prison the character of King Bittern." was convinced that he had solved the mystery of the ship of the pretended rebel. The boy's spirits rose at felt that the cunning old Indian fighter from the Far was, of all men the best fitted to outwit and deceive 's mountain cut-throats. was prompted by the first natural impulse to try to get the guerrilla camp without further delay. But he con d upon second thought that he had best not attempt to until he had seen the pretended King Bittern again. ably the trapper scout might require his assistance for scue of the Union prisoners, whom he had respited by a ruse. was assured, too, that old Kemp would place it out of Jaffers' power to do any further harm, at least for the CHAPTER VIII. THE REVELATION OF A VILLAINOUS PLOT. Ned was dumfounded by the terrible revelation Mildred Hasting had made. He had not anticipated anything of the kind. But he could not cre 'dit the truth of the statement. He thought at once it was all a cruel falsehood invented by the rebel spy for some base purpose. 'It cannot be true. Mildred, what says your father?" Ned cried instantly. "My father is dead. He died suddenly at our home some weeks since, and by my parent's death I am left all alone 'in the world, for you know I have neither brother nor sister, and I never knew my mother, who died in my infancy." "Your father was a man of honor, and I am as sure that you were not born a slave as that the sun is shining," said Ned. "You make me very happy by saying that. But I have still more to tell you." "Yes. Let me hear all, and pardon me if I urge you to hasten red had not witnessed the timely assault upon Neal with the recital." s by the man in gray. But Ned hastened to acquaint "After my father's death it was found h$l> was much in debt, Ith the secret of his deliverance. and that Neal Jaffers, who was formerly a cotton broker and how happy I am! Now you and your disguised friend slave trader, was one of the largest creditors." et rescue me as well as the poor Union prisoner," said "Yes-yes." ed, when she had heard all. "My father left no will, and when his executors had settled hat! Do you mean you are a captive, too, Mildred?" the claims against the estate as far as possible there was Ned, in surprise. nothing left for me, and several thousand dollars yet remained es, yes. Do you not remember I said I had a secret to tell due Neal Jaffers." A strange, dark mystery to reveal." "Ah! I suspect what is coming now Mildred." h. True. True. And you were about to explain when "Among my father's papers the executors had found a sealed Jaffers rushed upon me." letter addressed rn the lawyer who had for years transacted es, Ned. And I will tell you all now. First, let me say my deceased parent's legal business The contents of the !et a prisoner, and I was b1'Qught here by Neal Jaffers, who ter was concealed from me until the affairs of the estate, save hn Mosby's personal friend." the final debt due Neal Jaffers, had been settled; then the ave the rebels then found out that you and your father letter was read to me by Jaffers. It contained the statement nionists. Have they begun to make you the victims of I duly sworn to and witnessed by a notary public, that I was persecution on that account?" the daughter of a slave, and, therefore, a slave myself. That, o. It ts not that. Oh, Ned, you will not believe it, for I being childless my father had bought me of a slave dealer, ot, despite the proof that Neal Jaffers has shown of the who assured him my parents were octoroons and meant alof the terrible secret of my life. Can I tell you after ways to keep the secret, and that I and all the world should Can I risk losing your regard?" always believe that I was really his daughter. The letter Idred hesitated and with her hands involuntarily clasped finally directed the lawyer to draw my father's last will, statgesture of ent;eaty, looked into his face as if to read his 1 ing that the document should everything to me, if there ghts-as if to see if she could discern therein what in-was any inheritance left when all just claims had been settled.

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12 THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. "Mildred paused and Ned said excitedly: "Hist! you durn varmint! Redskins an' rattles "This is one of Neal Jaffers' plots. The letter must have ought to git a pair o' leather spectacles, Jack Barton been a base forgery, of which he is the author." ye twig the game? I'm old Kemp, the critter that "My father's excutors did not think so. The fatal letter goes agin seseshioners." made me a chattel-merely a part of my dead father's estateJack Barton knew the voice and the peculiar m ount to be rated at the sum of money my sale would bring in the speech. He uttered one exclamation of thanksgiving slave market." vent as a prayer, and then he was silent, and with "Oh, Mildred, do not talk of yourself in that manner. It is other inexperienced men, listened eagerly while. the ol terrible!" scout went on to say: "I must tell you all My father's executors paid the final "Now then, boys, I'm a-goin' to set ye free." debt due Neal Jaffers in human :fl.esh and blood. They gave Working rapidly and using a bunch of keys he had me to Neal Jaffers as a part of my father's estate, valued at in the guerrilla camp, old Kemp unlocked the cha so much money." bound the men in blue. "Merciful heaven! And according to Southern law you are When they were all free the scout signaled them t now Neal Jaffers' slave!" "Yes, and he brought me to this retreat of the guerrilla!i until he can carry out a fearful threat he has made." "What is the threat of which you speak?" asked Ned, his voice trembling with the indignation he felt against the arch scoundrel, whom he believed to have so foully conspired again .st the orphan girl. "Neal Jaffers has sworn that if I persist in my refusal to become his wife he will take me to Petersburg and in the slave market sell me to the highest bidder." "That shall neYer be! I see it all now. Jaffers pas worked out a villainous, well-conceived plot to compel you to become his br.lde. But I know there is not one drop of negro blood in your 'Veins. One has only to look at you to feel assured of that. Mildred, you shall never live the life of a slave. I pledge you my promise that if the good God only spares my life you shall never go to be sold as a slave in the South. You shall be rescued from this stronghold of your foe." "I will rely upon you, and, come what may, nothing shall make me consent to accept the suit of Neal Jaffers-the villain who has dared call me a slave!" Mildred looked as heroic as she was beautiful as she spoke. She had drawn her slender, graceful form erect, and her great flashing dark eyes scintillated with the light of noble resolu ti on. Ned pressed her hand warmly, saying: "I honor you for your resolution. And now, dear Mildred, I must go. Goodby. But I hope it may be only a short time before we meet again." He turned and walked swiftly to the tent of the guerrilla chief. There he received the message Mosby wished to send to the rebel general in reply to the dispatch the boy scout had brought. Meantime the disguised trapper-scout, old Kemp, was at work undertaking one of the most daring rescues -0f the whole war. Having carried Neal Jaffers some distance, he bound and gagged the insensible rebel spy, and secreted him in a among the mountain ledges. After that the old Union scout crept away, made a detour, and presently entered the guerrilla camp again, directly in the rear of the rough shed in which the six Union prisoners were confined. Old Kemp crept through a hole in the rear wall of the shed, which he had previously noted, and so gained the interior of the rude prison-place, without passing a couple of the gray coated raiders who stood guard at the door. The six men, still chained two by two, were seated about on the earthen fioor. The only light came through a narrow window over the door. Old Kemp stole forward and one of the prisoners suddenly saw him. "Hello! you neak1ng grayback. Are you coming to knife some of us on the sly?" demanded the Union prisoner who 11.rst caught sight of Old Kemp. him. He crept through the opening in the rear -0f the sh one after another the six Union men followed him. the last one had come safely out of the guerrilla pr! old Kemp whispered: "Boys, I've got six good guns hid in the bushes on t side o' camp. I got the shootin'irons from a stack Johnnies' rlfies. We'll go fer them weepins, an' then got to git out of this down the steep ledge on the w o' the camp. The guerrillas reckon no one kin come way, an' there's no guard thel"e fer us to pass." The old scout immediately led the men in the direc the place where he had secreted the rlfies for them. te It was at just about that time that Ned Burton was rt i ing the dispatches for Beauregard from the hands of lf"Y the guerrilla chief. -11 "Now, then, young man, you will take these dispatchtP i mediately to General Beauregard's headquarters," sai guerrilla chief, as he placed a large sealed envelope in hands. t "Very well, sir, I'll be off at once,'' replied Ned. Theni ing the dispatch carefully in the inside pocket of his ell saluted and turned away. But the next moment a ringing shout echoed thi.oug t camp, and a young mari. in Union blue, well mounted dt tended by two guerrillas came dashing into camp. d At one glance Ned recognized the horse bestrode by th e arrival. It was Shooting Star. "My horse, and ridden by the young Confederate I hav sonated! said Ned mentally. Then he made a desperate rush at the new arrival. At the same instant he whipped out his revolver and twice. The two guerrillas with the Confe .derate orderly Ned grasped the young orderly, who was unarmed, an him from the saddle. Then he vaulted into his saddle, wh Shooting Star like a flash, and sent him at the entran the trail by whtcfr he had entered the guerrillas' stron But a score of the mountain band, who had sprang to bounded to cut off Ned's escape. CHAPTER IX. OLD KEMP AND THE UNION SCOUTS TAKE A HAND. The boy <;avalry scout threw himself along the side of S ing Star furthest from the enemy. Knowing the wonderful leaping power of the gallant steeple-chaser, the boy was determined again to rely upa noble steed to carry him by the peril that stood In his The twenty rebel guerrillas were evidently Intent upon venting the escape of the Union boy scout. They had been shouted to by the two escorts of the Co erate orderly, and had they entertained a. doubt that Ned

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THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. 13 other than what he seemed or not they had received the I But the intelligent horse refused to make the jump. With positive information that the lad was a Union spy. a sagacious instinct the animal seemed to divine that the The young orderly whom Ned had left bound and gagged in leap was beyond his power. the woods down the valley had succeeded in releasing himself, He stopped short with a half-human neigh of protest, and and mounted upon the lad's horse, which he had found nearby, Ned thought despairingly as he saw the guerrillas coming he had hastened on to the guerrilla' camp. on at full speed to capture him. To the sentinel on the mountain-side he had made known "After all I am doomed! Where now is my disguised he truth. friend?" The latter had come with the rebel orderly into the guer-The despair 'Of that moment was the most terrible experirilla camp accompanied by another one of the guerrilla trail ence of all Ned Burton's eventful life ards, and upon entering the camp he had shouted the But only for a brief space did that dread conviction that larming Information: his doom was assured fill his perturbed brain. "The fellow who professed to be a messenger from BeaureThe ensuing moment a volley of rifie shots rang out behind d is really a Union boy spy!" him. Ned had not heard this, for he was at the time engaged with Wheeling instantly he witnessed a most thrilling and sur-he guerrilla chief, and too far removed from the entrance of prising scenj'). he camp to catch the remarks of the trail guards. All at once, out of the cover of the thicket rushed seven The Union boy rushed his gallant steeple-chaser straight at men led by old Kemp. Of course the followers of the disguised e enemies who barred his way. Union scout were the six prisoners he had liberated. Twenty rifies were leveled at the daring boy. They had heard the Confederate orderly shout the ala.rm, The guerrillas could have riddled him with bullets, but they and, swi!tly making a detour, they had poured a volley of ritl.e id not do so. bullets into the ranks of the guerrillas Just in time. l i The truth was they thought there was no necessity that they Charging forward through the ranks of their enemies who ould fire upon the boy. They considered it a certainty that fled, appalled at beholding the prisoners fully armed rushing ey could stop him and take him aiive. to assault them, the liberated Union scouts reached the rude The guerrillas had no knowledge that the .Union boy was mountain gate in less time than is required to record the ounted upon the most wonderful leaping horse in all the achievement. uth it appeared. Old Kemp led the van, and when 'he reached the gate he They knew nothing of the remarkable old steeple-chaser threw himself from his horse and bounding forward, drew hich Ned Burton rode. the bolts and hooks that secured it, and quickly slid it aside. We have got to make a leap for life "Forward, boys! Forward on the jump!" yelled the old Up, up! Now forward! Forward for life Union scout. e d liberty!" As the last words pealed from the lips of the boy 1 ut he sent Shooting Star at the line of guerrillas. Like a whirlwind Ned went through the mountain gateway, cavalry followed by the escaping Union prisoners, led by old Kemp. Halt! Halt!" he order sounded in a ringing shout from a score of oats. ut Ned heeded it not. The next moment Shooting Star unded into the air. Ike a bird the wonderful leaping horse of the Union boy airy scout seemed to soar aloft. P' up he went grandly, majestically. ut would he clear the line of mo .untain cut-throats who re intent upon preventing the escape of the brave rider. he astonished rebels crouched down Instinctively, fearing contact of the iron shod hoofs of the gallant steed. Hurrah! Hurrah!" shouted Ned as, after a thrilling flight, ootlng Star' alighted safely beyond the lines of the rebels. c hen, while the surprised enemy yet remained victims of h onishment, Ned urged his horse on. ut his escape was not yet assured. tween two great trees, standing upon opposite sides of mountain trail, the rebels had rigged a sliding gate which, use It was drawn Into the bushes so as to leave the trails Ned had failed to see, when he entered the camp. his rude gate made of oak saplings, spiked to stout cross es, was now drawn: It stood fifteen feet high with sharp points in a close row. A terrible barrier for a horse, if like the wonderful steeple-chaser, he could make tre dous aerial flights. s the boy scout caught sight of this barrier closing the bOunded on each side by the lofty rocks he shuddered. seemed to Ned that even Shooting Star could not make leap-eould not clear the gate. t In the desperation of the moment the lad resolved to e the attempt. Ith voice and spur he rushed the noble steed straight at mountain gate. Down the mountain trail that was the direct course from the camp of the guerrfllas, thundered Shooting Star. On and on behind him raced the escaping Union scouts on foot, while the entire guerrilla camp sprang to arms, and inaugurated a pursuit, well mounted and led by .the dreaded Mosby in person. Down the rugged mountain trail came the gray-coated raid l'I! .in a body, numbering more than three hundred men. Old Kemp glanced back, and the face of the daring veteran of a hundred fierce fights assumed a troubled look. He knew that the Union lines were miles away, and that the intervening country was infested with foes of the Union cause, who would seek to aid the guerrillas in capturing his party. But the trapper-scout of General Grant's army meant to make a heroic struggle to reach the Union camp. To Ned he shouted: "Never mind us! Oh! On, boy, and let the bluecoats know our situation! Hasten! Redskins an rattlesnakes! run yer hoes as yer hev never run the critter afore, an' bring some o' Uncle Sam's troopers to the front!" The next moment the Union scout plunged into the wood beside the trail and disappeared from the sight of Ned and the rebels. A score of the guerrillas came on after Ned, while the others went in pursuit of Old Kemp's party. The boy scout felt he was engaged in a race for life. CHAPTER X. THE READING OF MOSBY'S DISPATOJI, In the midst of the peril and excitement of his flight from the guerrillas' camp, Ned had scarcely time for collected

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14 THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. thought, but d.ispite his p e rsonal danger, he was mentally in-I "We must see your papers," said the rebel, and then N tent upon devising some plan looking to the rescue of Mildred. was convinced that his horse was unrecognized. The probability now was that the guerrillas would change Producing Mosby's dispatch without a word of protest, N the location of their encampm en t and that even in the event handed it to the leader of the cavalry squad, who examin of his soon being able to lead a Union force a,gainst them, they it and seemed fully satisfied that the lad was what he assum would elude him. to be. Mildred, meanwhile, might be hurried away by Neal Jaffers, Apologizing for delaying him, the rebel leader ordered Ned thought, for he knew that old Kemp could not have slain men aside. the rebel in cold blood," and he considered that the old scout It was fortunate for Ned that the road he was on, thou must have left Jaffers near the camp, where in all probability it led north, was the most direct route to a crossroad t he would ultimately be found by his comrades. miles further on which made a detour along the edge of The beautiful face of Mildred was before the mental vision swamp and shortened the route to the rebel lines. of the boy scout, as he pressed on in his wild race to elude the But of course Ned did not turn off at the crossroad when pursuing guerillas, and he was resolved to know no rest while had ridden on. she was in the power of th e arch villain who had dared to And the lad was in luck at last, for he came upon a. scou brand her with the debasing name of slave. company numbering some four hundred of the First N Presently Ned neared the cover in which he had left Bruno. York cavalry, not three miles from the place where he met A shout brought the faithful dog bounding to his young masConfederates. ter, and foll ow ed by the animal the lad pressed on. Ned hastened to acquaint the cavalrymen with the clrc The speed attained by Shooting Star enabled him to disstances which had recently transpired, and the darlng Colo tance his rebel pursuers, and ere long Ned emerged upon the Judson, who was in comdtand of the bluecoats, decided to road leading to Barnard's Mills. vance upon the guerrillas. The town of Suffolk, to the northward, was the most southRiding at full speed, led by the young scout, the troo ern outpost of General Grant's army, and the young scout in blue made their way into the woods at the foot of Br headed directly for that town Top Mountain, and in a short time they were joined by As he advanced, keeping a vigilant lookout for the enemy, Kemp and the escaped Union prisoners. The escaped whose scouts he might encounter at any moment, it occurred were mounted on extra horses of the troopers. to Ned to examine the dispatches he had received from Mosby. The latter had engaged in a running fight with the g Producing the sealed envelope he eagerly opened it, hoping rlllas among the rocks and thickets, but thanks to Old Ke that he might frotn Its contents learn something of itnporskill in woodcraft, they had finally thrown the enemy off t a nce regarding Beauregard's movements. trail. Hastily reading the guerrilla's message, Ned utte1ed an ex-The site of the guerrillas' camp was soon reached. B11t clamation of surprise. a man was found there. Mosby's men had deserted the sec Then he went over the dispatch carefully. stronghold. Taking Mildred with them, old Kemp said: It ran as follows: '' I reckon, from some of their mountain lookouts, the gr "In Camp on Broadtop Mountain, May 10, 1864. "General Beauregard, C. s. A.-Replying to yours just re ceived, I will sen d the men of my command to gUard the railroad bridge on the Nottaway, between Stony Creek and Janette station, as you direct. Please order the next train conveying Union prisoners to Petarsburg to stop at the bridge and take on as passengers a friend of mine and a, female slave. (Signed) JOHN MOSBY." Crushing the dispatch in his hand as he would have liked to crush its author, Ned exclaimed: "It must be Neal Jaffers has determined to take Mildred to Petersburg at once. But, God willing, I will be at the rail backs must hev seen us comin' In too strong a force, and cut and run fer it." "At all events we'll destroy the camp, and the supplies enemy has left behind them." said the cavalry colonel. The boys in blue hastened to fire the tents and cabins the guerrillas, and as the band rode away, the structure wh had given shelter to Mosby's mounted robbers were wrap in flames. Old Kemp turned aside, and visited the place where be Neal Jaffets. But the rebel spy was no longer In the tbic The thongs with which the scout had bound bis prisoner on the ground, and they had been clean-cut. "The graybacks found the varmint, and set him free," old Kemp, holding up the several cords for the inspection Ned, who had followed him. The lad assented and t"en mutual explanations ensued way bridge on the Nottaway as soon as the guerrillas. u tween him and the veteran scout. The tatter said: The lad was about to throw away the dispatch, when It "I was taken by the guerrillas an' run to the moun occurred to him he might possibly have further use for it. Carefully smoothing it out he replaced it in his pocket, but camp. But I gave the rascals the slip. Made a leap fer he tore the envelope into bits and threw them ihto the bushes. down the ledge on the west side o' the camp an' run fer W hen I was overtaken on the bayou I saw there was only It was fortunate that Ned had retained the dispatch, for he llad not ridden half a mile fUrthet whan a squad of rebel cavchance. I took that chance an' dove into the water, just alry came down a crossroad !ind halted where he would have timt:1 to escape the bullets fired at me. Then I swam under to pass. bushes on the bank, and when the varmints had gone, c out an' joined the boys our army on the retreat from The young scout rode boldly up to the Confederates and he nard's mill. Then I heard o' the capture 0 Jack Barton was ordered to halt. ,S:e obeyed at once, and as he drew rein his party, an' also that our boys hed caught Brox, the gu he shouted: rilla, and his men. Redskins an' rattlesnakes, I wa'n't long "I am carrying a dispatch from Colonel Mosby to General i gittin' into the togs o' a reb prisoner of our's, an' one of Beauregard." j boys writ the note I gave Mosby, which purported to co The uniform of the rebel orderly which he still wore, went from Gineral Grant. I look enough like King Bittern, the far to carry out .this assertion. But he was immediately called I I pretended to be, to pass for him, though I never was glad upon to prove its truth. the resemblance until now. You know the rest." I

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TRE BOY CA VALRY SCOUT. 15 Qd Kemp already knew ,the story of the mysterious murder of l'ed's father. Tht boy now said: "I lave found my father' s assassin at last. The man I have discovered to be the murderer is Neal Jaffers." Then the young scout went on and relate d how Brunohis dead father's dog-had led him to the detection of the assassin, and he further told his eccentric old friend all about Mildred Heath and Ja!'fers' plan to take her South and sell her as a slave. Rejoining the cavalry the youth and the veteran of the war continued their conversation, and Ned placed Mosby's dis patch in old Kemp s hands. "Redskins and rattlesnakes!" cried the old trail hunter when he had read it. Yer's work mapped out fer us all slick and plain. We'll make a try to foil Neal Jaffers. Durn the vannlnt. If all goes well we'll snatch the poor Union gal out his clutches at the railroad bridge. "Dravo! I knew you would help me And, old pard, from his time forth I am resolved to capture Neal Jaffers I have worn to bring. my father' s assassin to justice." '"That's right, boy; that's right! Justice and vengeance! ut there will be a great service to the Union cause to be per ormed at the railway bridge If ther train filled with our ys, who are the rebs' prisoners, ain't set free right there we ught to be called in for good! cried old kemp. Colonel Judson, of the cavalry approved of the darin g heme the boy scout and old Kemp had formed and which ey now hastened to broach to him. Good. In case we s ho ul d n ee d h elp at the old ho use we can call the boy s by sending up a ro c ket." Of cour se." The y rod e in silenc e until they were near t h e old hou se. Then, dismounting, they secreted their animals in a grove an d w ent forw a rd on foo t. The nigh t w as s uffici ently g l oomy to conceal .their approac h, and the y r eac h e d the old man sion withont noting anyth in g that indicated its inmates h ad disc o vered them. The lights continu e d to mov e ab ou t in the dwelling, and gaining a window whe n c e a light emanated, old Kemp and Ned peered within. They did not s ee thfl m a n t hey half h o ped t o find there, but in the r oom they di d s ee f ou r rough-looking men in the c o s tume of guerrill as. The men we re d evouring h ardtaclc a n d c ol d meat at a tabl e a n d in a moment the s pie s without c a ught t he following con versation: wonder what Jaff ers w as s o determ i ned t o t urn aside here for? said one of the guenillas. "I'll wage r it' s some t h ing important," said ano ther. Yes and don t m ean to l e t us i n t o t h e secret. "That' s so for h e h a s gone dow n into th e cellar and locked the door behind him, after f or b i dding any of u s to attempt t o follow him. Ned and old Kemp ex c h a nged silent signals. The n the former whi s p e r ed: This sm a cks of m ystery We must try to find out what Neal J affe r s i s abou t in t h e c ellar." "Yes, ass e nted old Ke mp most o f th ese old S o uthe r n Orders were given to march for the railway bridge. houses have an outside cellar door L et 's look a nd see i f we Night came on while the Union force were en route, and can find one here." ough they were venturing into the enemies' country, and They crept silently a nd swiftly around to t h e rear o f the ll felt they were taking a desperate risk, the darkness favored house. em. At no great distance from the r a ilway bridge, which the nlon troopers meant to make the scene of a grand achieve ent, Ned saw lights flashing about in the window s of an old one house at some distance from the highway, in the center a plantation. The recollection came to the mind of the l a d imme diately at, before the war, l'jeal Jaffers had a time resided there. "Old pard," said Ned to the veteran, who rode by his s i de Js now after midnight, and yet some one is astir in the old ne mansion yonder in which Neal Ja!'fers formerly lived. t's ride down thi>re and investigate. I scarcely dare hope ch a thing, and yet who knows Jall'ers may have stopped ere with Mildred on his way to the railroad bridge. CHAPTER XI. THE REB EL'S HIDDEN GOLD. "Lead on, youngster We hev' got a le e tle the best mounts our party and we cnn overtake the r est, before the y reach e railroad, arter visitin' the old stone mansion. But wait t one moment." s old Kemp spoke he spurred his horse forward and ned a trooper's side, who rode a little distance ahead. The ter, at the veteran s request opened an extra knapsac k lch carried and gave the old fellow a package which he k from It. Hello! What have you got there?" asked Ned as old Kemp oined him, and they turned their horses in the direction the old mansion Only some signal rockets. We may need 'em I told Dean, rocket man, to look out for signals from us." In a mom ent o r s o t h ey discovered a n o u tside door, covering a short flight o f sta irs. O pening t h e doo r without noiser the two U nio nis t s d escen d ed. At the bottom of the flight they we re con fro nte d by a sec o nd door, but. pushing upon it g e ntly, they wer e agreeab l y surprised by its yielding. Pee ri n g t hrough the cr a c k of the d o or they sa.y a light in the c e ll a r beyo n d and Ned's heart began to beat faster as he b e h eld Neal Jaff ers. In his mind the r e b el s p y carried a small lantern, and he w a s pacing slowly along t h e rear wall of the cellar counting thu s as he w en t a n d tou c h i n g one of the stones in the wall as h e pronounc e d e a c h num e r al. One two three, f o ur, five, six, seven, here we are, the seventh stone s a id Jaff e r s He placed hi s l antern on t h e head of a barrel that stood con venientl y at h a nd a nd s e izing the ston e he had passed before," drew it out of its pl a ce, an op en ing behin d the wa ll was then dis clos ed and from the hidden space Jaffers drew a leather bag. As he lifte d it out of its hidingpl ace a mu sical clang of metal striking upon metal came from t h e ba g a n d N ed's eyes b e guu to s cintillate with e x cit e m e n t an d anti ci patio n, as he fancied h e h a d heard the cli n k of g old. "Ha, ha! All this Yankee g old shall en rich me, I need no long e r fe a r to us e it. The Yan kees cann o t reach me in Petersbu r g and if Mosby keeps hi s compact with me, Ned Burton will not liv e to call me to account if the w a r s hould end the wrong way," muttered Jaffers. The boy cav alry s cou t t h e n knew t hat t h e r ebe l assassin had come to t h e hou s e t o secure hi s h idden treasure, and in a voice s c arcely abo ve a b reath, t he l a d w hi s p ered t o old Kem p : I think the gold i n the l ea t he r bag must b e the m o ney which Neal Jaffers stol e from m y poo r, murd ere d father." "Yes and we mu s t g et hold o f it," r e plie d o l d Kemp in t h e same low tone tha t Ned had used.

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16 THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. A further exchange of hurried whispers took place between them They determined to try to capture the rebel without alarming his comrades upstairs . Jaffers placed the bag upon the barrel-head beside his lantern, and set about replacing the stone he had taken from the wall. Ned and old Kemp glided forward. The rebel's back was turned toward them, and they had al most reached hiin undetected when the lantern globe snapped. The light had been turned too high. Jaffers turned at the sound of the breaking glass. At that instant Ned s hand was outstretched to seize the bag of gold. As the boy clutched the treasure Jaffers beheld him and o1d Kemp. A wild yell of terror and surprise burst from the rebel's .throat, and he made a leap for the stairs leading up to the interior of the house. The flight ascended from the rear wall, The door through whlch the pair had come was a stout and they closed and barricaded it. Meantime the guerrillas were searching for them. The house was being ransacked. The enemy had not to see the rocket, and they meant tu slay the two h Yankees and be off before help could reach the devoted p response to the signal. Soon the graycoats, with Jaffers and Mosby at their were thundering at the attic door. But for some moments the door withstood their assault last, however, it was dashed inward, driven from its hi and the guerrillas surged into the attic. There were fierce imprecations and the rapid discharge of firearms. air was filled with powder smoke. The two Unionists making a gallant fight The guerrillas had brought a la with them, but suddenly a bullet from old Kemp's rev extinguished it, and then darkness enveloped the thri near which he stood Like a flash Jaffers darted up the stairs, scene. and as he ran he discharged }).is revolver. The bullet whistled by Ned s head, but the boy was unharmed Old Kemp returned Jaffers fire, but just as the weapon oil the Un i on scout exploded the villain burst open the door at the head of the stairs and disappeared through it Into the room above CHAPTER XII. THE BATTLE AT THE RAILROAD BRIDGE. "Quick Ned! We have got to get out of this!" cried Kemp, As soon as possible the guerrillas relighted the lantern. rushing for the door through which he and the boy had come. its light flashed up and again illuminated the attic, cri With the bag of gold in his hand, Ned bounded after the rage and disappointment escaped the lips of Neal Jaffers veteran. They were at the foot of the outside flight when Mosby. both paused as if in obedience to the same impulse. The two hunted Unionists had disappeared. The clatter of sabers-the sounds of a body of horsemen They were no longer in the attic. in the yard above r eached them. A voice at the head of the "Lost! lost! The gold for which I sold my soul is 1 stairs called out: cried Neal Jaffers, forgetful of the fact that there were o "Spread out, boys, and surround the place until we see who's present. inside. Like enough some of the Yankees are inside. If so, "What are you talking about? they can't escape John Mosby." this. We are outwitted again. Come, Ned recognized the voice of the dreaded guerrilla chief. Mosby. "Hello boys, you have come just in time. There are a He looked at Jaffers curiously, and it was evident th couple of Yankees in the cellar the next instant Jaffers did not know the secret of the treasure which the was heard to shout as he opened an outside door. I had lost. "What, you here, Jaffers? replied Mosby. I hardly knew what I was saying. I felt dazed. Co "Yes, as you see and four of your men are with me. We am with you to pursue the Yankees, Jaffers forced hi turned aside from the main band, who went on with the to say. girl, before you came up with the rear guard The two Yanks I The guerrillas hastily quitted the old mansion. must have seen the light in the window and come to invesu-1 Mounting their horses they struck off through the pl gate. They are the Yankees who outwitted you at the mountlon in a southerly course, keeping a sharp lookout fo tain camp. j Un i on couple, but th ey did not dare separate for a "We'll have them out and hang them to the nearest tree, search because they knew that Ned and his companion or burn the house over their heads," gritted Mosby. J have friends near or they would not have sent up the "Upstairs by the inside flight, with you! said old Kemp The escape of the boy scout and his comrade had cer as, a moment later, several of the enemy were heard descendb een a most remarkable one. The lad and old Kemp ing the outer stairs. darted out of the attic the instafit the latter shot ou Ned, followed by the veteran, rushed up the inside flight light. and into the room beyond The apartment wa.s deserted. Old Fortune had favored them. Kemp was at Ned's heels. Just then the door was not guarded. "Let's go to the top of the house! It's death to attempt to Once out or' the attic the hunted pair found no o leave it now, uttered the former. bar the way of their escape from th e house, and the They gai ned the second story, and, forcing open a window, for their horses at full speed. while he heard the guerrillas below stairs, old Kemp opened They found the animals where they bad left them. the packag e cont aining the signal rockets. I Although Mosby and his bodyguard had ridden b "We got to call the boys! It' s our only chance an' a mighty grove in which the Union horses were they had not slim one. too," said the old man ered the animals. A moment later he s e t off the rocket, and a globe of redfire Before the enemy left the mansion Ned and the v o went hissing through the w J ndow in a skyward flight. were spe eding away. The door of the apartment Ned had closed and secured. But They had not gone far when they met a strong fore old Kemp opened it as soon as he had set off the rocket. Ing to their assistance in response to the rocket si wNow to the attic. W e must gain every moment of respite It was not deemed expedient to pursue the party possible said he. Mosby then, and returning swiftly, on the route th Darting up anothe r flight of stairs the hunted Unionists just traversed, the Union party rejoined the main d gained the attic Ned s till clung to the bag of gold. of the mounted rifles. sto

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THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. 'l\e battle of Spottsylvania Court-Rouse had taken place m1 days before the date we are now writing about. Duting L1at battle a large number of Union soldiers were pt\ll'ed by the enemy. It was supposed, by the boy scout nd h\s comrade, that th-e train Mosby wished to stop at the ridge would contain these unfortunate Union men, en route the rebel prison hells. But the question was whether or not Mosby would now ard the bridge, and try to place Mildred Hastings and Jaf ers on the train, since he knew the dispatch revealing such as h\s purpose, had fallen into Union hands. This view of the matter had of course, presented itself to ed, and his comrade, at the outset. But they decided Mosby ouldn'{ let the loss of the dispatch change his plans; because e would not for a moment dream the Yankees would ven re so deep into the country held by the rebels as the llway bridge. Ned and old Kemp agreed to say nothing about the gold ey had found. It was United States money, and the operty of the Federal Government. They meant to return In due time to the proper authorities. The bag's contents was divided. Ned concealed one-half its ntents in a knapsack he carried, and old Kemp secreted e other share on bis person. While they thus disposed of the gold, for the present, they ll behind the Ulain band of cavalry . Old Kemp knew the country, and the Union men had fur er made sure of a reliable guide, by enlisting the services an old darky they found in a lone cabin. The colored man was only too glad to have a chanc-e to Ide "Massa Lincum's men," as he called the boys in blue. At last, while the night remained ordinarily gloomy, the ders struck the The point at which they reached the railroad was, perhaps, f a mile west of the bridge over the Nottaway. In a woods the cavalry halted, and old Kemp, only accom led by Ned made a scout toward "the bridge. Soon they urn ed and reported the guerrillas with Neal Jaffers and dred Hastings were at the bridge. y a short route Jaffers and Mosby's bodyguard had gained bridge ahead of the Union scouts, and found the main errllla band already there. he rebel train from Beauregard's headquarters would come m the west. It was decided the Union men should leave r horses in the care of a few guards and creep up .near bridge. nowlng" Beauregard could not have received his dispatch, by would stop the train by signal, it was thought. But d lantern was prepared, and a man was chosen to use it in allng the train to halt, if Mosby should fail to do so. he man who was intrusted with the signal lantern was an railroader from the North, well versed in all the signals railroad men. llently the Union m-en crept nearer and nearer the bridge. last they halted in the timber but a short distance from deploying on both sides of the track. hen ensued a breathless space of suspenseful anxiety. ut finally the rumble of wheels sounded in th-e distance; shriek of an approaching train was soon heard. resently the headlight of a locomotive fl.ashed in the om afar, and it came on and on, like a great blazing beacon ough the night. s the train drew nearer and n-earer every eye was watch for a signal from the guerrillas. Finally it was discovered red lantern was swung in the darkness by one of the guer as near the bridge. n came the train. The shriek of the locomotive sounded wn brakes!" a moment subsequently, and the train began slow up. It was seen that the train was made up of five box-freight cars and a caboose. Armed rebels were s eated along on the tops of the cars, and there was no doubt in the minds of the Union men that these cars were packed with their com rades. It had been agreed upon among the Union force that the moment the train stopped, the attack should be made simul taneously upon the guard of the train and the guerrillas. As the wheels of the engine ceased to revolve Ned saw Neal Jaffers spring up the steps of the caboose, which was next the engine, with Mildred in his arms. As the rebel spy disapp eared in the caboose with the cap tive girl the Union men opened fire. Simultaneously they discharged two volleys-one at the guards of the train, and .the other at the gu errlllas, and with a che'er the boys in blue charged the latter. "Forward with the train, engineer! The Yanks are upon us!" shouted Mosby, and while the Union men rushed for the engine its wheels b'egan to move. The train was starting. It sEl'emed .that the Union men were to fail to save their comrades in the cars, whose doors were secured on the out side, and that Mildred was doomed to reach the slave market in Petersburg. It was an awful moment for Ned. He had confessed to himself that Mildred was dearer to him than all the world. He resolved to save her or perish. NM and old Kemp led the charge for the engin e. "Go fer the gal an' the pizen varmint who i s carryin' her off! I'll stop the engine? cried old Kemp. He bounded into the cab of the e ngine with a leveled revol ver in his hand, and Ned leaped upon the platform of the caboose. The speeq of the now moving train was rapidly increasing. Ned dashed open the door of the caboos e and sprang in side. As he did so Neal Jaffers, who was crouching just inside the door, leaped upon him. Ned's revolver exploded, but the bullet went wid e and Jaf fers was unharmed. Then, while the train went on and on, faster and faster toward the dreaded rebel prison to which It was bound a dlladly combat ensued between the Union boy and his father s assassin. It was Ned's horror-stricken thought that old Kemp had failed him. Indeed he knew it must be so. The engineer had not been compelled to stop the train. The thunder of the rapidly revoIVing wheels sounded like a knell of doom in the ears of the despairing boy. Re heard the rattle of musketry dying away in the dis tance, and he knew that he was swiftlf being carried beyond the reach of his CHAPTER XIII. THRILUNG WORK ON THE RAIL. The struggle in which the boy cavalry scout and Neal Jaf fers had engaged had carried them near the open door of the caboose. Suddenly they lurched through it, and upon the platform Ned's foot slipped. Jaffers gave him a push, and he pitched headlong from the now flying train. A cry of horror went up from a female form, crouching in a corner of the caboose. That utterance of mental agony was the voice of Mildred Hastings. The Union girl, who had been powerl'ess to assist Ned, be

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18 THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. cause her hands were bound, believed the heroic lad had been hurled to his doom. Neal Jaffers bounded back into the caboose and clos-ed the door behind him, with a snarling cry, as he heard Mildred's expression of the intense alarm and solicitude which she was experiencing. "He'll trouble m'e no longer. The Yankee must have gone down the steep embankment a hundred feet. I'll wager he has cracked his skull on the jagged rocks," gritted Jaffers. "Assassin! Murderer! Surely Heav-en will yet visit a just punishment upon you! cried Mildred in tones of abhorrence. "Ha, ha, ha! I concern myself only to s ee that the Yanks do not punish me. By Heavens! It was a daring attempt of theirs to capture th e _train. But it failed, and we shall take the Yankee prisoners safe to the Southtlrn prisons." "Judgment wlll surely overtake you yet. Th e South will repent this unholy war in sackcloth and ashes, while fire and sword has wrought desolation and d'eath everywhere," said Mildred, in pr()phetlc tones. "We shall triumph. And now I've a word to say about yourself. Until this night I never really intended to sell you as a slave. All that was a threat to make you consent to be my wife. But now since I have m'et with a loss that leaves me penniless, I shall sell you. I must have money." Mildred had, to a certain extent, schooled )lerself to con template the fate that indifference. ., _, _i._, -She exhibited no marke,,d a.pd.Jil,i,d not reply to t he words of her enemy. ,. The rebel conspirator seated himself near"the girl, and seemed to fall into a reverie from which he was aroused only by the opening of the car door. A man in the garb of a rebel captain entered. Ah, you board ed the train at the bridge-you were with Mosby's men, said the confederate addressing Jaffers. "Yes and here are my credentials. By the way, captain, bow fare d the train escort in the skirmish." Jaff e r s placed a letter from Mosby in the hands of the officer as he spoke The latter replied, as he read the message. Haff the train guards were dropped by the first volley fl red by the Yanks. However, as the box cars are all well secured the chance are we have enough men left to guard the train through to Petersburg all right. "I am at your service if you need me "Thanks; your papers prove you are a valuable man to the Confederacy I am glad you are with us, replied the cap tain. He took a seat with Jaffers, and while we leave the two men discussing the war's situation and Mildred bowed down with grief and despair, we will relate what befell old Kemp and explain how he 1'lled to stop the train. As the old scout leaped into the cab of the locomotive he leveled his revolver at the head of the rebel engineer, who stood with his hand on th-e lever and his back to old Kemp. "Stop this engine, Johnnie!" ordered the old scout "Re verse that lever or there'll be a dead reb in your boots." The words had barely escaped the lips of th e old scout, when he received a blow on the back of the head from behind tha' t stretched him out at the feet of the engln'eer senseless. The rebel fireman was baok in the tender behind the coal when old Kemp leaped upon the engine. Th e fellow saw his comrade's peril as the Union scout cov ered him with the revolver.,, Observing that the Union man had not seen him, the en gineer picked up the heavy iron rake he used for clearing the furnace fire and dealt old Kemp a blow on the head. have broken his skull, hit him again!" cried the rebel gineer. The fireman uttered a threatening oath, and laying hold old Kemp by the feet, dragged him roughly back among coal and cinders in the tender. The Union scout was limp and seemingly lifeless. "I guess he's done for," said the fireman. He joined the engineer in the cab then, and the speed of train was increased. Throwing the throttle wide open, the engin eer said to companion: "The Yanks shan't take the train while Dan Koons is at throttle. It was a close call, but a miss is as good as a any time." Half an hour later the fireman went back to the tend er shovel coal into the engine fire. Then he was surprised and the engineer heard him sho "By thunder, Dan, he's gon e!" "What! you don't mean the old Yank?" "Yes, I do. The old fellow I thought I'd laid out fer g ain't in the tender." "He must have come. to and jumped off. It's a pity didn't make sure of him." "That's so. But he'll never git back to the Yank ee Ii He's too far in the rebel country." While the engineer and fireman were consoling themsel for Old Kemp's escap e with this reflection, the Yankee sc heard every word they said, and chuckled to himself. When he came to his senses and found himself in the der of the locomotive, the train had gone too far to ma any longer advisable for him to attempt to stop it. The Union cavalry and the bridge where the attack u the train had been made was now miles in the rear. SUently the old scout crept back out of the tender, gained th'e front platform of the caboose. Looking thro the little window in the door of the car he saw Jaffers, dred, and the rebel captain in it. Old Kemp crouched down, and reflected for some mome as to what h e had best do. To his mind the rescue of Mild and the Federal soldiers shut up like cattle in the box-c of the train, was the all important objects now, as heretof He believed Ned had been left behind. Indeed, the old s feared the brave lad might have met his death at the h of Jaffers. .Every moment the train was advanci,ng further and f th'er into the rebel territory, out of which it would be more difficult to escape the more deeply it was penetrated. Suddenly old Kemp climbed up on the top of the cabo resolved upon a desperate att-empt, looking to the rescue the Union prisoners yet. He crawled over the roof of the caboose and reached top of the first box-car. The moon now shed an uncer light, and as h-e still wore the uniform of the Confederates which he had personated King Bittern, he was taken for of the train guards by a rebel he found on the rear brake The voices of the Union prisoners could be heard f inside the box car, and more than one voice shouted: "Water! For God's sake give us water and let some al to us or we shall perish!" It was a warm night, and the sufl'erings of the Union packed tightly in the close box car, may be imagined. "Shut up down there! You'll git water and air wh'fln reach the Confederate city," called out the rebel guard, h lessly. Old Kemp heard him jingle a bunch of keys as he m his position, and muttered: So the train sped on. "Drag the Yank back into the tender "The captain gave me the keys to the cars when he If you ain't sure you me. But I shan't take no risks by opening a door.

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THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. 19 anlis might rush on me. If they die in the cars we'll ha.ve a J" "Good. That Is tHe" ved' resolved upon. But tell me, who is the friend you upect to find In Petersburg?" "A Union mtn-'-a cousln tS' mtne iwho hasn't shown his true colors fer fear o' losing his property-like Mlldred's father. His name is Ben Dartrnol'e, and if ne only had a leetle more true courage he'd be a fust-rate feller." "Well, this is lucky. You never mentioned to me before that you had a rebel friend in Petersburg." "That's so. I don't air all I know, even to friends, unless there Is some call to do so." "A good ld ea. But I tell you, pard, I can hardly keep still here and see those rascally rebs driving our poor boys back into the prison car." "I'm itch1n' ter drop the sight on sotne o' the varmints myself. But this here aie a case where a feller hez got to keep still or go under." Old Kemp had taken hill place beside Ned, and when the prisoners who were not 11laln had been driven into the car and secured the train again started. Ned and the old scout b!'eathed easier when the train was presently' beyond the rebel encampment, and they had not been discovered. he succeeding instant the old scout's surprise became The run to Petersburg was a perilous one for the two Union plete astonishment, for he recognized the occupant of ists riding between the wheels. Not only was it a most dan space between the trucks under th'e car. gerous experience, but also a very unpleasant one. hat personage was Ned Burton, the boy cavalry scout. The dust and cinders were showered Upon the deyoted pair Ned! Redskins an' rattlesnakes! Is it you, boy, or your At times they were almost strangled, and more than once gasped old Kemp, in a whisper. they narrowly escaped being joined from their places. lt ls I, and I am a very lively ghost. I think, old fl'iend, But the terrible journey ended at last. t Providence must have a special mission for us to per The train entered the depot in Petersburg, and Ned and his for it seems we are destined to accompany Jaffers and loyal comrade, In their rebel uniforms, crept away unquestlon dred into the heart of the Confederacy," said Ned. ed. That's so, maybe. It's mighty queer how things have They watched the entrance of the station. rked, but Lord bless ye, boy, 11m tickled 'een most 'ter Ere long they saw Jaffers come forth leading Mildi.'M Hastth to find you all safe an' sound." ings. The poor girl was the picture of despair, and Ned's l can say the same of you. But why didn't you make the heart yearned in sympathy for hel' sorrow. ineer stop the train?" Old Kemp and the young cavalry scout stealthlly tra.lled the ld Kemp hastily explained, and told how he had opened rebel and his 'fair prisoner wh en they left the dei)Ot. door of the box car. In conclusion h e inquired: The two Unionists saw Neal Jaffers conduct Mildred into Now, how came you here?" a gloomy-looking old mansion upon a retired residence street. Almost by a miracle. I was hurled from the train by Jaf Presently the rebel came out alone 'l'h'e old mansion was and, as good luck would haVe It, I did not go down the surrounded by a high wall and a villainous looking White p bank. The train had not got under full headway and man opened the gate to admit Jaffers and his prisoner, and anaged to catch the rear car and jump on the bumper. I I also let the out.

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to THE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. Satisfied that they had located th'e prison place of Mildred, the old scout and his boy companion hastened away. Old Kemp acted as guide. He knew something of the city, having visited it before the war, and spent some time with his cousin. In a short time th'e Union pair reached the residence of Old Kemp's cousin, Ben Dartmore, the secret Unionist. Dartmore was at home. At first, when a colored servant ushered Old Kemp and Ned into his presence, the cousin of the Union scout failed to his relation. But when the colored man had gone, and the new arrivals were alone with Dartmore, old Kemp hastened to reveal him self, and introduced Ned in his tru-e character Merciful heavens!" exclaimed the secret Unionist, spring ing to the door and locking it, whil'e he began to tremble. "I am sorry you came here You will be the cause of my being hung for a traitor if you are found out. "Don t get skeered outin' yer boots Ben. Durn if I ain't almost ashamed to acknowledge ye for a cousin. You rest easy. No matter what may happen to us, we shall bring no trouble on you said old Kemp. "But you must help us," Ned hastened to add. "I would like to do so, l:nit I dassent." You have got to! I k.11.0W3 1hat. ,Y' arg Union to the back bone, but an infernal CQiW.ll .. could get ui;i some new clothes, citizen's :m$nas_ -I slll\11 d escribe, and some traps for disguising our old .Kemp. "Yes I might do that. wULdo it U you will promise to go then, and not come neat' me agatn." "All right. Now I'll tell you exactly what we want," re plied the old scout. Hastily then he enumerated the articles of clothing and other things which he Leaving the two Unionists in an upper room of the house to which he conducted them immediately, Dartmore went to pro cure the clothing and other things old Kemp had named. In less than an hour he returned, laden with everything the U nionists required, and very soon after that the boy cavalry scout and his old friend were transformed. Old Kemp was artistically mad e up as an old Southern planter. Ned was also dressed in planter costume, similar to that worn by Kemp Both carried small tourists' hand bags. Facially they were completely metamorphosed by means of coloring matter, and in Ned's case by the addition of a fierce mustache and goatee, which made him look ten years older. CHAPTER XV. IN THE REBEL SLAVE MARKET. "The Johnnies won't suspect us from our appearance any how. We can feel sure of that, I reckon," said old Kemp in satisfied tones as he and the boy cavalry scout surveyed themselves in th'e full length mirror of the apartment in which they had made their disguise. Ned assented and Old Kemp continued: "Now, boy, you know Gineral Grant would jist give most anything in the world fer accurate information, regarding the fortifications of this town an' the strength of the rebels here." "Yes t ''Well, we can't do anything looking to the rescue of the Union gal until night, and even then we can only attempt to communicate with her an' fix things fer a future attempt." "True." "So I propose to go on a soout now." "About the city?" "Yes; we're planters from down country-rank rebs come to see friends here. You're my son-Garrison Pey I'm Jeff Peyton. You understand?" "Quite so," replied Ned, smiling. "Then here we go." Much to the relief of Ben Dartmore, Old Kemp led way from the house, and Ned followed him. They sauntered about the city and walked among the tlfications unquestioned. Mentally they made note of everything they saw and he and the discoveries that came in their way were most Im ant ones. They found that the fortifications of Petersburg were nearly as formidable as the Union commander supp There was a scarcity of cannon among tb e rebels and of the great siege guns that seemed to grow from the e works about the city were really only tree-trunks set u represent cannon and painted black. The forces of Confederates in the works were far less merous than General Grant thought, and old :Kemp said: "If we ever get back to the Union lin:es alive we'll bev news fer the gineral. Redskins an' rattlesnakes, yes!" Toward night old Kemp and Ned returned to the hear the city. They were in a little restaurant on Main street when beard two men conversing near them, at a table adjoining one at which they were seated. The parties in question were well dressed in citiz ens' at and looked like persons of wealth. Both were of more middle age, and swarthy, as though all their lives bad sp ent under southern skies. "Yes, Bramble," l(>ne of the men was saying, when caught his words, "there is to be a private auction at Grendell's slave market to-night." "What do you mean by a: private auction, Deedly?" the companion of the first speaker. "Why, you must know, since the city was placed u martial law public slave sales have been discontinued. the trad' e goes on all the same. Cards of admission are by the slave dealer to such parties as he thinks likely to come customers. "Ob, I understand. And I suppose you mean to attend sale of slaves to-night. You said you were on the lookout a couple of house servants." "Yes, I shall attend the sale, and as I have cards for you can go with me if you like. I tell you there is one to be sold to-night who is as white as you or I, and ther not a more beautiful creature in the city. "Do you really mean that? And is she a slave? Shou think her master would part with. her." "Well, the truth is he is a poor devil-one Neal Jaffe who has served as Beauregard's spy, and he has to money. I mean to bid on the girl. But there is little ch of my being able to buy her." "Why so?" "Well, Cartona, the Cuban millionaire sugar planter, to purchase the girl, so Jaffers told me. He made a big for her. But Jaffers means to risk getting more for he the auction block." "There will be some lively bidding at the sale, I am t ing." "What are the terms?" "One-half cash down when the property is struck the balance on delivery of the same." Ned and old Kemp, who had heard every word, loo each other in mute excitement. Presently the two planters whose conversation they overheard left th:e restaurant.

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'rHE BOY CAVALRY SCOUT. Old Kemp and Ned followed them. The two rebels were not aware of the espionage. The Unionists kept them in sight as tl!ey walked down he street. But the planters did not immediately conduct our rienda to the slave market, though the latter had anticipated ey might do so. The planters stopped at several saloons, and afterward left e main street and turned into a gloomy alley. At no great distance was a one-story frame building, which ad originally been constructed for a tobacco warehouse. But for some years the building had been used for the ave sales which took place in the city. At the very time when the two Southern planters were proaching the slave market, the interior of that old struc re, which had witnessed many a scene of human misery, esented a scene which is no longer possibl'e in the free d. The building was dimly lighted with oil lamps. In the center was a square block, some four feet high, reach by steps, and placed beside it was the auctioneer's desk evated to a level with the "sale-block." One side of the building was divided into square pens, with ilings in front of them, through which the .human chattels the inclosure could be seen. But this night only one of those slave-pens was occupied, trade was dull, and there was little money in circulation Petersburg. A dozen blacks-men, women, and children-were huddled one of the IJ'ens, and in the same space, but standing apart om the colored people, like a beautiful vision, stood a ung white girl. We need scarcely add that she was Mildred Hastings. Perhaps thirty men were present. Th' ey were all of the althy class, and devoted to the beloved Southern institution human slavery. mong the spectators were a tall swarthy, saturnine man, plendent in diamonds, whom the auctioneer and Neal Jaf were speaking to with great respect. ls personage was Cartona-the wealthy Cuban planterom tb:e rebel planter stated meant to buy the Union girl. he auctioneer had just taken his place at his desk, and the e was about to begin, when the two men to whose converlon Ned and old Kemp had listened in the restaurant en d the room. moment later the boy cavalry scout and Old Kemp also :e in. hey had tracked the two planters close, and some good ion gold had bribed the doorkeeper to admit them without ets. ed's heart beat like lightning as he saw Mildred-the girl loved-led forth to the sales block, under the eyes of the gar crowd. ale as death looked the lovely Union girl. She saw Ned old Kemp, but did not recognize them. With bowed head stood upon the sale block, and the sale began. he two Unionists had gained the inside of the slave mar liut how were they to serve Mildred? How much am I offered? Who makes the first bid? Here 11.ne a gtrl for a lady's maid as can be found in all the th!" cried the auctioneer. One thousand dollars!" erred the Cuban, glancing at Mil in a way that made her shudder. veryone seemed to hesitate to bid against the Ouban, for was reputed to be immensely wealthy, and also had the utatlon of being a desperate duelist, ready to force a t on anyone who angered him. hlle the auctioneer repeated his bid, the Cuban said: I've made up my mind to buy that gal, gentlemen, I give all warning." "Twelve hundred dollars!" cried a cl'ear young \-oice, as the auctioneer continued to dwell on the Cuban's bid. The speaker was Ned Burton. Neal Jaffers, at the sound of his voice, wheeled and stared at the boy. It was a moment of peril and suspense for Ned and old Kemp. CHAPTER XVI. USING UNION GOLD TO GOOD PUBPOSE Old Kemp instinctively dropped his hands upon a pair of revolvers concealed in his coat pockets. "The boy's voice has betrayed him. He is lost!" thought the veteran. Ned shared the alarm of his friend, as he saw Neal Jaffers wheel and stare at him, as he raised the 11.erceIooking Cuban's bid for the beautiful "white slave." But the rebel spy did not penetrate the disgui se of the Union lad. The moustache and goatee and the swarthy hue the col oring -matter had imparted to Ned's face masked his identity even to the keen eyes of his enemy. Ned maintaittecf \ his. compoouter 7 admirably. He was ready to punish himself, tdrJ thel had in the excitement of the been gtiilty of, 'inr
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