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N ZI : : i : i : Vol. 1. No. 21 A fascinating serial by Matthew White, Jr., entitled A Young Bread Winner," will be commenced in the next number. 5 Ct:NTS NOVEMBER 6, 1897 Subscription Price. $2.50 per year


CAVALRY UNITED STATES MILITAR.Y ACADEMY. Cavalry drill is a part of the course in each of the three last years at the West Point Military Academy. The yearlings or third classmen always hail the day when they begin cavalry drill. It is the nature of most lads to love to ride a horse, and when the time at last arrives for the West Point cadet to commence his practice, he is very happy indeed. His :first lesson is a disappointment, however. He imagines, when the word is passed for the class to march to the riding school, that he will be permitted to mount and gallop away. Far from it. The platoon is marched into the Hall where a long line of horses, unsaddled, is found assembled. The animals are held by cavalry soldiers while the cadets are instructed in mounting and dismounting, using only a folded blanket. The first lesson is devoted entirely to instructions, and it is not until the following day that the eager yearling is permitted to ride, and then only for a few minutes at a walk. As the days pass the speed is increased, until at last the happy yearling finds himself galloping across the Plain in regular cavalry formation. The West Point cadet, in his last year at the academy, is a daring rider, and the feats of horsemanship performed by the corps would put to shame the average cow-boy.


ARMY AND NAVY. A WEEKLY PUBLICATION FOR OUR BOYS. I ssue d weekl y. B y subscription. $2.;o per ytar. Entered a s Setond-C/ Dvfatter a t the New York Post Offire STREET & SMJTH 2J8 William Street, New Yo rk Copyrighted 1897. Editor, -ARTHUR S[W ALL. ov embe1 6, 1897. Vol.1. No.21. Price, Five Cents. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER: A Waif of the Sea (Comp l e t e s tory), Ensi g n Clarke Fitch U. S. N Mark Mallory's Defiance (Compl e te story), Lieut. Fredenck Garrison U. S. A To the Rescue (Illustrated Short Story) George P H oy t In Forbidden Nepaul ( Serial), William Murr ay Graydo n Dean Dunham (Seria l ) Horati o Alger, Jr Tom Fenwick's Fortune (Serial) Frank H Converse The Passage of the Surf (Sketch) H aro ld Bindloss Rules and Regulations of the United States Military Academy Rules and Regulations of the United States Naval Academy A Dip in the Dead Sea Result of Prize Contest Editorial Chat, Athletic Sports, Items of Interest all the World Over Correspondence Column, Stamps Column, Amateur Journalism Our Joke Department PU.IZE CONTE5T. (Par t Ill.) ( P art Ill.) Departm ent Depar tment Departme nt Department Departmen t Department POCKET MONEY FOR CHRISTMAS! THE publi s h ers of the ARMY AND NAVY are d esirous of obtaining th e opinions of their readers on th e military a nd n ava l cadet s tories now runnin g, and for th at purpose. offer the following prizes for th e best l e tters on the s ubject. TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS divided into FIVE PRIZES of FIVE DOLLARS EACH will be given for the five most sen sib l e opinions as to wh ich is the best writt e n, and most in t e resting story of the t e n to be publi5hed in N os. 19, 2 0 21, 22 and 2 3 of the ARMY AND NAVY. Letters should not exceed two hund red words in l e n g th. The contes t will close D ecembe r 1 s t 1 897. Address all l etters to "CRITICISM CONTEST," ARMY AND NAvY, STREE T & SMITH, 238 William Street N ew York P AGE. 962 9 7 3 985 988 992 995 998 1000 1000 1 00 1 1001 1 00 2 1 003 1 004 1 00'; 1005 1 006 1007 J J :..' I ,._ .J I "' l:ll I r .. ' ;


A Waif of the Sea. Being the Adventures of Na val Cad et Faraday and Chums on Board an Aban.JI. doned Torpedo Boat. .JJ. .JI. CHAPTER I. IN WHICH CLIF AND HIS CHUMS ARE INTRODUCED. A s t ra n ge scene wo ul d have met the e yes o f a n y spectator c h a nc111g to be in the v icinity o f a certain spo t some three h u ndred m i les due westward from Lisbon, Portugal on t h e fifteenth of June, 189 The t h eatre o f the scene was a br-oad expan se of ocean g lowing under the warm rays of a snt1 se t in a c loudless sky. The whole stretch of sea was untenant ed save by two objects. One of these was a peculiarly shaped hull, evidently construct ed of steel or iron, and guiltless of deck or deckhouse. Both bow and stern were sharp, and the sides sloped up from the edge of the waater unti l they met at a flat surface abont five feet in breadth which extended fore-and -aft. Upon this surface were the remains of several broken and twisted awnin' g stanchions, a short length of railing, and a fragment of grating. A short distance aft of midships rose two oval-shaped pipes or funnels of iron. They were battered and weather-stained, and the upper caps were missing. Forward a half-dozen feet from the ram-shaped bow was a ronnd cone of steel with blunt top, and peculiar slit-like openings running in a circle near the top. It was in shape and appearance a torpedo boat, this waif of the sea, but what would such a craft be doing out ther e in t h is condition, with battered and rusty upper worb and no sign of smoke or steam or life? That \'ery question was being agitated among a party of five boys w h o were eagerly inspecting the torpedo boat from a manof -war's sa iling launch tossino idly a short d istance away. 0 The prese n ce o f t h e boys t h e m selves imp1 i ed another question. H ow did they get here in a small boat hundreds of miles from la nd? There were five of them, as has been stated. T h ey were all clad in t h e white duck working clothes worn by Unit ed States naval cadets, and their bedraggled and generally buffited appearance indicated that they had passed through some trying experience. They h ad. Their story is, bri efly, as follows: The night previous to the openino of this tale, had seen the United States Na val Academy practice ship Monongahela standing along under full sail, voyaoin

/ ARMY AND NA VY 963 launch c ollided with another boat and capsized. After !:everal mishaps five of the crew of cadets succeeded in regaining the launch-which had rightedand were thus enabled to remain afloat. An object was sighted at daybre. qk, tossing at the mercy of the waves. It was at first supposed to be a capsized vessel, but on nearing it the cadets found to their unbounded surprise that 1t was an aban-doned torpedo boat. To Clif Faraday, who, by virtue of his tact'and intelligence in organizing the new plebe class in the annual struggle against hazing, had been unanimously acknowledged the leader, this remarkable discovery was welcome indeed. He saw at once that the craft-must be seaworthy else it wonld not have survived the gale. It was far better than the open sailing. launch, and a transfer to its com paratively roomy interior would certaiuly be appreciated. Then again, there might be food and water on board, and the lack of those necessary articles was a subject of much anxietv to the vouthful leader. "Stand b,: to grasp that ii ngbolt, Joy," he called out from his position at the steering oar. The cadet he addressed, a tall, lanky lad with a preternaturally solemn face, leaned out from the bow of the launch in readiness to obey the order. 1'he other occupants busied themselves in lowering the sail and in assisting Joy to bring the boat alongside the strange derelict. One of them was worthy of more thai\ passiug nolice. He '''as a Japanese youth, and his bright intelligent face indicated that he was not unworthy of the honor his emperor had did him in sending him to the great American naval school to be educaticcl. His name, Motohiko Asaki, had been speedily "boiled down" to plain "Trolley" by the fun -loving cadets, and Trol ley he remained. Of the two remaining one named Jud son Greene, a s t ock 'ily built fellow with a dissi'pated expression upon his face, was a personal enemy of and the other, a very small and delica t e boy, with a refi11ement plainly apparent, was Cli f protege. His name was Gote, and, a s a matter of course, the word "Nanny'' h ad been prefixed to it. As the launch slipped alongside the tor pedo boat, Joy cleverly caught the ringbolt and thrust the encl of the painter through it. The sail was lowered, then all hauds scrambled up the sloping side of the craft. The iron surface was rusty an(l tar nishecl by wind and weather, but a bright spot of paiut here and there gave evi dence that the derelict could not have been long abandoned. The deck sounded hollow under the footsteps of the boys, and the waterlapped against the cylindrical hull with a strange weird sound not altogether pleasant. The little door leading into the forward conni11g tower was tightly closed, as was also that giving entrance to the after tower. At intervals alo n g the deck were hatches all hermetically sealed Clif a11c1 his companions were puzzled. "I donJt understand this, u murmured the former. "If the crew was r.ompelled to leave, why did they close all the doors and hatches?'' "There's some mystery about it, saicl Jov, shaking his head doubtfully. "Maybe crew all dead below," sug gested Trolley. ''Oww Let's go back to the launch!,, cried Na1111y, eyeing the conning tower apprehensively. "I don't want t o where there are lots of deacl men." '' l on sense! it woulcln 't make any difference if the craft was loaded w ifr them," replied Clif. "We can throw them overboard, can't we ? Now that the Monongahela has apparently abandoned us to our fate"-he glanced at the distant horizon-"we've got to make the of things. We mus.t find something to eat-" Trolley rnbbed his stomach yearningly. "A ncl some water-" Judson wet h i s parched lips with his tongue "And also a better and more seaworthy craft than the launch. "Bnt we can sail the launch," re -marked .Joy . "That's true enough, and we may do


964 ARMY AND NA VY it after all, but now we must see about food and water." Clif advanced to the forward conning tower and tried the door. It resisted his efforts. He examined the edge carefully, and ran his finger aloug the crack. "I don't believe it is locked inside," he concluded. "Perhaps it has been slammed violently and jammed. I'll just--'' He sprang back in alarm. : A hollow moaning cry came from forward. It enclerl abruptly in a that of a man in his last moments. Little Nanny gave a gasp and moved toward the sailing launch, whic.h was still fastened alongside. "Wh-wh-what was that?" he chat tered. "Somebody is down there," exclaimed Joy; "and he needs help." "We go see," said Trolley, quietly. ''We break open door. '' "We'll make a few inquiries first," said Clif. Stampiug npon the steel deck, he bawled 1 ustil y : "Below there! Ahoy the 'tween decks!" The quintette waited expectantly, but the stillness remained unbroken. Clif re peated the hail, and Joy pounded the deck with the oar from the launch, but with the same result. "I guess we imagined it," said Nanny, evidently relieved. "It wasn't-wow!" He ended with a cry of dismay. The moan again sounded forward, ending, as before, with the unearthly gurgle. Trolley darted past the conning tower / and, throwing himself flat upon the sloping deck, leaned out over the bow. He had hardly taken his position when the torpedo boat pitched sullenly i11to the trough of the sea, and the uncanny noise was repeated. The Japanese youth returned aft with a grin upon his face. "We plenty fools," he said. "That moan no come from man it caused by waves under bow. The cutwater is bent, and sea slap into it. Hurray!" "That's a jolly sell on us," laughed Clif. "We are a lot of old women, getting scared at the slightest noise. Come on ; give me a hand with this door. We can't wait on deck all clay. I want to see if there are any stores on board. Nanny, are you hungry?" The little cadet hastened to a11swer 111 the affirmative. "Then I'll get you to crawl down one of those broken funnels if we can't get in this way," continued Clif, winking at Joy. "Oo I wish we were on the Mononga hela," complained Nanny, not at all pleased at the prospect. "I don't want to go down the funnel.'' "You are a big baby," sneered Judson Greene. "We may give you a chance to prove that you are full-grown," said Clif, cold ly. "You are not too large for the funnel.'' "1 am not afraid," retorted Judson, walking aft. A combi11ed onslaught was made on the conning tower door. At first it resisted the efforts of the four boys, but finally, after Trolley had pounded the edges with the oar handle, it yielded slightly. "All together now," said Cl if, bracing his feet against the curved side of the conning tower. ''One! two-tree, pull!" The four cadets tugged sharply on the rope that had been passed through the handle, there was a complaining of stained hinges, then the door flew back with a crash. And out through the opening tumbled the bocly of a man, half-clothed and ghastly in death! CHAPTER II. JUDSON GREENE'S TREACHERY. For one moment the five cadets stared in horror at the body, then with one accord they broke for the launch. As they did so the torpedo boat lurched abruptly to one side, tossed by a wave, and the dead man slid gently after t11em. As it rolled over on reaching the cmve it was brought up against Judson's legs. With a shriek of horror the lad sprang into the sea. The splash was almost instantly fol lowed by a second. The dead rna1; had rolled after him. Clif quickly regained his senses. ''Throw us a rope!" he cxied, hurriedly, then over he went in a neat dive


ARMY AND NA VY 965 that placed him with in reach of Judson as be bobbed into sight. The two were speedily hauled on board. Judson cowered on deck, completely unstrnng. Clif was still pale, but he had recovered his usual composure. "Whew! excuse me," he said, wringing the water from his blouse. ''I don't want a11y more scares like that. M)i teeth are chattering yet. Can you see any-anything of it, Trolley?'' The Japanese youth turned back from where he had been gazing into the sea. His swarthy face was a shade lighter, and he shook as if from cold. "I no see him, Clif," he replied. "And I no-want to any more. By Jim! I no think him in there.'' "It has gone down," reported Joy, grimly. "Maybe there are more inside," wailed Nanny. "Let's go back to the launch. l'

966 .AR.llY .A-;\D -;\A \ Y "This settle it," cried Trolley, triumphantly waving a tri-color flag he had found in an open drawer. ''This is French torpedo--'' Bang! The boys started and exchanged glances of consternation. The sharp clang of an iron door closing violently came from aft. Nanny made a leap for the short flight of steps leading to the deck and disappeared before Clif could stop him. "What in the deuce--'' began Joy. Before he could finish the sentence a loud cry came from above and Nanny reappeared in the opening. He was greatly excited "Come on deck he gasped, swinging his arms. "Quick! there's a ship in sight, and Judson has stoien the launch to go to j t CHAPTER III. THE MVSTERIOUS VOICE. The three cadets dashed through the conning tower, and on reaching the upper deck saw instantly that Nanny had spoken the truth. Just barely visible above the nm of the sea off the port beam were the upper topsails of a ship. And standing away toward it was the sailing launch with Judson in the stern. "Oh, the miserable villain!" cried Clif, shaking his fist after the recreant lad. "Hi! come back you--" Trolley ended with a string of Japanese expletives. The launch was not too far distant for Judson to hear, but he paid no heed. ''If I have gun I make him come back,'' said Trolley, savagely. "Some day I beat him head off!" Clif remained silent. Leaning against the conning tower he watched the launch skim over the dancing waves. But there was an exprf'ssion upon his handsome face that boded ill for the traitor. In the excitement of the moment the mysterious slamming of the door below had been forgotten. bnt it soon recurred to Clif. "We've got to find out what's aft," he said, after a pause. "Nanny, you remain on deck and keep watch while Troiley, Joy and I go below." "Do Von think it's the old hela ?" asked the lanky plebe, staring at the distant sail. "Hard to say. It may be. I wish we could make some kind of a signal.'' "\\'hy not start a smoke?" suggested N'anny, brightly. "We can make a fire on this iron deck and--'' "We'll do it in the furnaces," hastily, interrupted Clif. "It's a good idea." He ran along the sloping top of the torpedo boat and was soon tugging awa_, at the door of the after conning tower. He knew from previous study on the sub ject that crafts of that class have tlie crew's quarters in the stern. The hull is too narrow for passage from one end to the otl1er, 3nd all communications mtist necessarily be made by way of the upper deck. The mysterious noise had come from this part of the craft, Clif reasoned, so if there were any one on board they would be found in the after apartments. The combined efforts of the three boys finally sprnng the door open. As it yielded they hastily jumped asid e Their experience with one dead man was sufficient. "I guess the supply has rnn short," said Clif, grimly, as he peered into the circular room. "Everything looks ship-shape down there," remarked Joy, pointing to where a glimpse of the lower interior could be seen. "Comeon." He made one step over the threshold, then he stopped with a gasp. From some spot below came a weird, shrill voice. ''Au secours! au secours!'' it said. ".J'ai faim. Au secours l" Joy hastily sprang back. His face had paled and his hands trembled as he pomted,behind him. "There's a man below there," he cried. ''Did you hear that?'' "I him," replied Cl if, eagerly. "It's a Frenchman, sure enough. He is calling for help." Leaping past his companions, he disappeared down the ladder leading to the lower deck. Joy and Trolley tumbled after him. They found themselves in a much larger apartment than that forward. It was not furnished so comfortablv, containing only a few benches, a table and a half-dozen hammocks.


AR.\fY AND '_\. YY 967 A pile of broken crockeqr occupied one corner, and swinging froin books were several pans, and strings of tin cu1is. Forward of the larger apartment was another also containing hammocks. In this latter room were severa I chests, one being marked with a name in black let ters. It was evidently the name of the torpedo boat. It ran : "Le Destructeur," and after it was the word "Havre." "That settles the nationality," said Cl if. He peered about the apartments, but nowhere could he see a man or anything resembling a nian. The voice had surely come from this part of the ship. "Hello! hello!" called out Joy, stamp ing his foot. "Oui, oui, monseer, avec vous in here aynwhere ?" Cl if was compelled to smile at the lanky cadet's attempt at French. He had stud ied it at home himself sufficientry to read and understa11d, but he could not speak it correctly . "This is certainly strange," he said, poking behind the chests. "Where in the deuce is the fellow?'' "May he he in fire-room," suggested Trolley. "That's so. Let me see, the only way to get in there is by way of the hatch on deck. We'll try it." After another thorough search the three boys started to ascend the ladder. Just as Clif, who was last, reached the conning tower, a shrill queer voice broke out behind him: C'est epatant qu'en Angleterre. Y'ait des Auglais." It was a snatch of a recent popular Parisian air! The cadets stood as if turned to stone. The voice came from almost directly un der their feet. And the tone! And the words! Clif felt his hair tingle, and a cold shiver ran down his back. It was uncan ny, to say the least. Trolley, ordinarily jolly, had an ex pression much like that of a man who i.iad met a ghost in a dark wood. And Joy was no whit better. "Guess the d-d-darned thing's too much for me," he said, shakily. "Supsuppose we go on deck and th-think it over?" "Not much," replied Clif, but with no great emphasis. "There's a man down there son.ewhere, either sick or crazy, and its' our duty to find him." "Where in thunder is he? We've searched the confounded pla:ce from deck to ceiling." "He not in fire-room," said Trolley. "No. That voice--" "De l'eau de l'eau de l'eau !" The words floated up the opening as plainly as words can be spoken. But this time they seemed to come from the after end bf the crew's quarters. Clif sprang down the ladder at great risk to his neck. When the others followed they found him tumbling the ha1111noc}[s about. Trolley and Joy assisted him, but the three had only their labor for their pains. Not a sign of the mysterious stranger could they find. "You fellows can do as you please.," suddenly announced Joy, "but this child is going on deck. Excuse me; I don't want any French shades ip mine. The old tank is-oh, Jud!" He broke for the ladder and scrambled from sight. From almost over his head had come a groan. This time Clif was thoroughly startled. The place, the circumstances and the voice was too much for him, and he hastened after Joy, with Trolley a close third. On reaching the deck they found the lanky cadet leaning against the conning tower and looking rather foolish. He evaded their gaze and pointed astern. The action of the waves had brought the distant sail in that direction. Clif gave an exclamation of keen dis appointment. "She's passing!" he said. "She's m nch further away. We must do something if we want to attract her attention." He paused only to see that the sailing launch was still in view, then he began to tug away at the iron hatch leadin g to the after fire-room. It required considerable effort to open it, but the iron hatch yield ed at last, revealing a perpendicular lad der leading into a dark space below. Clif's anxiety to start a signal caused him to forget his previous fears. With a


968 ARMY AND NAVY cheery "come on, fellows," he dropped down the ladder. It was the after of the two fire-rooms with which Le Destructeur was provided. The small furnace-small in comparison with the general run of men-of-war furnaces-occupied the greater part of the compartment. The fire-box door swung open, clanging back and forth with each roll of the hull. Scattered about were heaps d coal a11d ashes. Over in one corner was a pile of oily waste. Seizina an armfnl, Clif thrust it into 0 the fire-box, then he began to search his pockets. He looked up with a langh as Trolley and Joy descended the ladder. "If you want to see a first-class ch ump, just look at me," he said. "What's up?" asked Joy. ''Been looking for matches in a pocket that's soaked with salt water. vVe must have something to light thi"s fire with. Joy, run down aft and see if you can find a match." "Excuse me," hastily objected the lanky cadet. "Send Trolley. "Not much," exclaimed that youth. "I no like French ghosts" "Then I'll go myself," replied Clif, movmg toward the ladder. "I say," interrupted Joy, stopping him. !'Why not send Nanny? The kid didn't hear the \'Oice. Perpaps he'll solve the mystery." Clif chuckled. "We'll try it," he decided, and forthwith began to shout for the youngster. Presently Nanny's head and shoulders darkened the opening. "What's the matter?" he asked. ''Where is the ship now?" "Almost disappeared. Can just see a smudge.'' "And the launch?" "Judson is still sailing m that di rec tion." "I say, Nanny," said Clif, sweetly, "just drop down into the crew's quarters and see 'if you can find a match. I want to start a smoke. Hurry, that's a good fellow. vVe haven't any time to lose." Nanny vanished. The boys exchanged grins, and awaited results. "If he survives the shock he '11 be an invalid for a week,'' chuckkd Joy. "I am rather sorry I sent him," said Clif, regretfnlJy. "He's such a timid little chap that it may--" A shrill yell interrupted him, then came a distant rattling and banging, then another wild shriek. CHAPTER IV. THE :llVS'l'ERY IS SOLVEJ?. The three middies raced to the upper deck just in time to see Na1:ny, whitefaced and trembling, emerge from the after conning tower. "Murder! Help! help!" he wailed. "Oh, Clif, some pne is clown there. I heard a voice singing. Oh, let's go away." "What is the matter?" demanded Joy, striving hard to conceal a laugh. "What iu thunder did you see?'' "N-nothing, but I heard a cracked kind of a voice," whimpered the little lad, almost in tears. "It-it seemed to come from the roof. Oh, the darned old tub is haunted. Let's leave." "Never mind, youngster," said Clif, kindlv. ''We heard the voice, too. There's some mystery abont it, but it isn't ghosts. That's silly. Did yon get the matches?'' N an11 v shook his head vigorously. Trolley went forward and presently returned with a box he found in the captain's cabin. Five minutes later a dense smoke '"as pouring from the after funnel. "I am afraid it is too late," remarked Clif, watching the distant speck on the horizon. "That craft is bound south, and we are wav to the eastwanl of her.'' " one we forgot when we were Clown aft," suddenly observed Joy, placing one hand in the region ot his fifth button. "\Ve clean forgot the grub." "That true," agreed Trolley. "I won't go down there if I starve," came from Nanny, his face paling. "We will ha,e to do something," said Clif, decisively. "There must be food on board, and water, too. I saw several boxes and tanks below. I don't like the shades of departed Frenchmen, but I'll do a great deal to keep from starving." "Suppose we go down and make plenty noise," snggested Trolley. "We take clubs and-wait a bit." He hurried forward, and presently re-


ARMY AND KAVY !J6\t appeared from the officers' quarters with one hand clutching a pistol and the other a long, wid: ecl-1ooki ng sword. Flourish ing the latter, he cried: "I cut the neck of any ghost now. Come! we march down right away." "He! he!" laughed Nanny. "Trolley, you have a different class of ghosts in Japan than those in other countries, I guess. Swords and guns are no good." "We try anyway," placidly replied the Japanese youth. "Who come with me?" "All of us," promptly announced Clif. "Who go first?" was Trolley's next question. "You, confound your thick head!" re torted Joy. "Haven't you got the wea pons?'' Seeing no loop-hole, the Jap gingerly approached the door of the conning tower. Clif, who was close behind, suddenly uttered a deep groan. Trolley dropped the sword and made a wild leap backward. A series of weird Japanese expletives came from his lips, then his jaw dropped when he caught of Clif's 1aughi11g face. "Oh, yon fool me, eh?" he said, slowly. "'Vell, I go down and fool ghost.'' With that he vauished through the door of the conning tower. "We can't let him have all the fun," declared Clif. "Come on." When the three-Na11ny accompanied them-reached the lower deck they found rrrolley seated upon a chest, calmly sur yeying the field. He held the revolver in one hand, and the sword at a parry in the other. "No hear anything yet," he said, gr111-ni11g. "I guess--'' ".1 ose Jose "Gosh! there it is again," ejaculated Nanny. "Let's go back. I don't want--'' "Jose! tengo hombre! Dame nn gal leta." The words ended in a wail that sent cold chill.'? through the cadets. For a moment it was in the minds of all to beat a hasty retreat, but Clif set his teeth, and sai

ARMY AND XAVY "By George, Trolley, that's the very ticket," he exclaimed. "If you can run an engine, we'll take the old tank into the nearest p irt. There are charts and instruments in the captain's cabin. And there are four of -us-five if that chump comes back-and we ought to do it." Clif began to pace up and down the narrow room. That he was greatly taken with the idea was plainly evident. Suddenly while he chanced to be near the extreme after end, the mysterious voice wailed: "Ach, du heber! 'Carramba! Dame agna pronto!" With a bound Clif reached the spot whence the sound seemed to come. He grasped the knob of a small trap-door in the wooden lining of the hull, and gave a quick wrench. Something fluttered out and fell to the floor with a flapping of wings. It was a parrot! CHAPTER V. CONCLUSION. "Ha! ha! ha!" "Ho! ho! This is rich!" "Ha! ha! if I cl-don't stop laughing I'll die!" gasped Cl if. "Fancy beingha ha !-fooled by a pet parrot.'' The fonr boys rolling upon the floor in an ecstasy, of mirth. And over in the corner, eyeing them solemnly, was the parrot. The poor bird was thin and its feathers hung down in a bedraggled manner. It looked as if it had undergone a siege with a cage full of monkeys. "He! he!" it suddenly cackled. "Povre Jnanito Tengo sed. Ach du lie ber Sacre!'' Clif moistened several sea biscuit in water and fed the starved bird. Then the boys enjoyed another fit of laughing and went on deck. Their relief was manifest. The discov ery of the parrot, which had evidently been shut in by accident, explained a great deal, and it drove away all uncanny suspicions. After a brief consultation it was de cided that Clif should act as captain and steersman; Trolley as engineer, and Joy and Nanny as firemen. "If Judson turns up," sai

AR11Y AND NA YY 971 These theiughts occupied his mind as he rummaged about the little apartment. He was in search of a chart. Finding none, he descended to the room used as the officers, mess. Forward of this was the captain's cabin, and directly aft the state room occupied by the other officer who on vessels of theLe Destructeurclassdoes duty both on deck and in the engineroom. Noticing a heap of debris in the cen:re consisting of cl_othing, bedding and riff raff of every description, Clif raked it aside To his surprise, he saw undeniable traces of fire. The flooring was away or charred, and a hole gaped beneath his feet. Upon part of a wooden hatch was stamped a word which sent a flood of light through the lad. It was: ":\Iagasin. "The magazine!" Clif exclaimed, aloud. "It is where they kept the torpedo charges. And it has been on fire! Gorry no wonder they fled.,, It was plain enough now. The boat had caught fire while at sea. An attempt had been made to extinguish the flames, but without success The dread belief that the flames would reach the powder and gun-cotton had sent the crew away in a panic. And the dead man? "There is only one explanation,,, muttered Clif. "He was caught in the conning tower by the jamming of the door, and the fright killed him. Gorry no wonder. Waiting for a ton of gun cotton to explode under one's feet is enough to kill anybody. ,, That the fire did not reach the explo sives was evident. The rolling and pitching of the boat had probably tossed a lot of dunnage upon the flames and extinguished them. Clif hastened forward to acqnaint his companions with the discovery. He found the steam whistling merriiy from the exha-ust pipes. Trolley was trying the engine, and the other two were still feeding the furnace. Clif>s explanations were received with wonder. Nanny anxiously inquired if the fire was really out and, on being assured that it was, he returned to his task of shoveling. Twenty minutes later the Japanese youth announced with a triumphant blast of the whistle that all was in readiness for a start. Clif lrnd succeeded in finding a book of charts. After careful :figuring, he decided on a cause. It was more or less guesswork, but he believed that he could at least take Le Destructeur into the path of vessels bound to the Mediterranean. Taking his place at fhe wheel, the young captain signaled the engine-room. Trolley responded gallantly, and the tor pedo boat's screw began to revolve. An enthusistic cheer came from the fire-room force which had hastened to the upper deck to see the start. Clif found the steering rather difficult at first, but he soon learnea the wheel and brought the bow around toward speck on the distant horizon which represented the launch. "We can't leave Judson out here even if he is a double-clyed-in-the-wool traitor," he announced. When the launch was brought within plain it was seen that Greene had tacked, and it was evident he wished to regain the torpedo boat. It did not take long to bring him along side. He glanced sheepishly at the occu pants of the deck when he finally crawled aboard. The engines had been stopped and tl1e four cadets were prepared to meet hirn. Clif had his blouse off and his sleeves rolled up. Stepping forward, he said, peremptorily: "Shed that blouse of yours, Greene."


972 ARMY AND NA VY "What for?" demanded Judson, i11 evi dent alarm. "You've got to whip me or take the worst hiding you ever received. Off with it. I'll sail irt in about five seconds." "But--" "Off with it." Judson sullenly obeyed, and stood on the defensive. Clif proceeded to business at once, and the two were soon dealing blows right and left. The other cadets looked on with grins of delight. Clif had not only might but right on his side, and in a very short period Judson was crying enough. Then Trolley whacked him several times, and Joy added his share. To wind np the punishment, little Nanny administered a few well-directed kicks! "Now, sir," said Clif, sternly, "just thank your lucky stars that we didn't leave you to the sharks. Go below and get something to eat." The engine was kept going until midnight, then as the boys were tired out, the fires were banked and watches ar ranged. At daybreak little Nanny, who had the last tour of duty, espied a sail off the starboard bow. He aroused the others, and steam was started at once. In time it became appar ent to the excited boys that there was something familiar about outlines of the ship. "Hurray! hurray! it is the old Monon gahe1a !" shouted Trolley at last. "She come to look for us. Hurray!" "I don't think it is anything to cheer about," sighed Joy, gloomily. "Ain't we all right aboard here? Huh! now we'll be plebes again, when we've been captains, and en g ineers, and-and coal heavers. I think it's a durned hame." The r e st rnther agre ed ,,ith him, but they were glad to see the practice ship, nevertheless. TNhen it became known on board the Monongahela who the occupants of the torpedo boat were the wildest excitement ensued. A boat was lowered and the castaways (not forgetting the parrot) were carried back in triumph. Clif and his companions were the heroes of tlie hour, and they were received with special distinction on the, quarter-deck. They were delighted to learn that the other boats had been picked up a11d no lives lost in the catastrophe. The torpedo boat was ma11ned by a picked crew from the Monongahela and convoyed by that vessel to the mouth of the Tagus River. The French Government was advised at once and word presently came that Le Destrncteur's former crew had been long since rescued. By the time the Monongahela was ready to proceed np the Tagus tp Lisbon, the capital of Portngal, a French gunboat was on had to tow the torpedo boat back to Havre. And so ende

Mark Mallory's Defiance; OR FIGHTING A HUNDRED FOES. By Lie'1t. Frederick G-arrisori, u. s. A. CHAPTER I. ""IARK RECEIVES A COMMITTEE. "Oh, say, Mark, I wish you'd fight that durnation ole cadet! An' ef you do, jest won't we whoop her up! Gee whiz!" speaker was a tall, slenderly built lad wearing the fatigue uniform of a fourth class cadet, or plebe, at West Point. His quiet gray eyes were glistening as he spoke, and his face was aJiye with excitement. The plebe was Mr. Jeremiah Powers. The cadet he was addressing was also a plebe, a sturdily-built, handsome lad with curly brown hair-Mark Mallory of Col orado. The two were reslin? from the morning's drill, and were lounging about a shady nook in the corner of the seige battery enclosure. Grouped about them, and equally interested in the important discussion were five other plebes, plebes who will have much to do with our present story. They were the members of the Seven Devils, a secret soCiety of which Mark was the leading spirit-head devil-and "Texas" his most honored and able assistant. The Seven Devils were a unique society, the cause of much excitement about that staid and solemn army post, and of muc:1 worry and discomfort to the older cadets. Cliques and societies are not tolerated at West Point, and the plebes knew it, which accounted for their very great secrecy. Its members were the most B. J. plebes in the place. (B. J. stands for "be fore June,'' which is the way the cadets designate a plebe who is inclined to act as if he were an old cadet before he really is one, that is, to get "gay"). These plebes were by this time the dread of the yearlings. The third classmen, by in herent right the hazers of the .Plebes. They had repeatedly refused to be hazed; had "sassed" and outwitted, and wal loped, and bothered their opponents from sunrise till sunset, and long afterward. The B. J. tricks they had tried would take volumes to tell of. It had all begun with the

9i4 ARMY AND N.AYY exc itable Texan at the beginning of this chapter. One of the seven was Master Chauncey Van Renssalaer Mount-Bonsall of New York and Fifth avenue. He was a merry and pleasant enough chap, and he had once thrashed several of the old cadets soundly. But he had a weakness for pedigrees, and aristocracy, and high col lars, and a London accent. The yearlings, playing upon his vanity as to his social rank, had sent him a hop invitation as a joke. Now for a plebe to go to a hop was something West Point had neyer dared to dream of. For a low vile "beast" even to talk about a hop was prepostel'Ous presumption. Therefore, Mark resolved that Chauncey and some others of the Seven Devils should go at once Alan Dewey, a handsome merry-hearted youth with a passion for telling stories and for his favorite ex"clamation "B'gee !" had volunteered to join Mark and Chaun cey Dewey was a favorite with a11 the girls anyway and could dance to "beat the band." And sure enough those three bold did go And they danced too. They bad arranged all that beforehand. Grace Fuller had attended to it. Grace Fuller was the belle of West Point; a beautiful and charming girl whom Mark bad rescued from dro,".ning by an act of heroism she ha

ARMY AND NAVY 975 ""I don't even know if he'll fight yet," laughed the other. "B'gee !" chimed in Pewey, "I think it's about time yon began to think of getting ready to start to send over and find out. Reminds me of a story I once heard, b' gee--'' ''Good heavens!" groaned Mark, with a look of anguish, "I'll send at once. Everything 1 do seems to remind you of something. I'll send." "You will, hey?" laughed Dewey. "B'gee, that reminds me of another. There was a fellow lived in Kalamazoo, and "You go!" said Mark. "I'll make you rny ambassador to keep you quiet. Or at least yon can tell your stories to the enemy. Hurry up now!'' Dewey arose from his seat and prepared to start upon his errand. Texas was on his feet in an instant. "Naow look a yere, Mark!" he cried. "Why kain't I go? Durnation, I want some fun, too. You wouldn't let me go that time t o Billy Williams!" "I won't let you go now for the same reason," l aughed Mark. "You'd be in a free for all fight in half a minute your self. You go ahe ad, Dewey. Tell Mr. Wright that I demand an apology or else that he name the time and place. Throw in a few 'B'gees' for good measure, tell him a yarn or two, and make yourself charming and agreeable and handsome as usual. Tra, la, la.'' Dewey tossed him an effusive kiss by way of thanks for the compliment, and then vaulted over the embankment and set out for camp, marching right merrily to the tune of "The Girl I Left Behind Me," hands at the slile, chest out, palms to the front, little fingers or the seams of the trousers! The remainder of the Seven Devils waited in considerable a'llxiety for the return of the ''ambassador.'' They were one and all of them interested it; the'.r leader and hero; bis triumph was theirs anci theirs his. "He'll take half an hour anyway," said Mark. "So there's no use beginning to get impatient yet. Let's take it easy." "Yea, by Zeus!" said the "Parson," another niember. "And in the meantime allow me to call your attention to a most interesting -and as yet unclassified fossil which I unearthed this very morning." The Parson was Peter Stanard of Bos fon, a long-legged, knock-klleed and bony individual with a passion for geology in particular and all the "various ramifications of knowledge" in ge1Jeral. He cleared his throa t with hi!> usual "Ahem!" and Mark cast up his eyes. "I wish I had found an embassy for the Parson, too,'' he groaned. But there was no necessity for Mark's alarm, as it proved. The Parson had barely time to give a few introcluctory bits of information about ''the ptero reptian genera of the Treassic; and Jurassic periods," when the ''Girl I Left Behi11d Me" once more made herself audible and Dewey appeared upon the scene, obvious. ly excited. "What are you back so soon for?" inquired Mark. ''I hadn't anything to do,'' responder' the other, hurriedly. "Wright wouldn't see me.'' "What! Why not?" "He says there's a committee from his class coming to see you about it, b'gee." ''A committee!" echoed Mark. "I've got nothing to do with any committee. It's my business to challenge him." "I know. But that don't m ake any difference. He wouldn't talk about it, he jus t said the committee would see you about it and explain the situation. And to make it more exciting, b'gee, they're coming now." "Ho w do yon know?" inquired Mark. "I saw 'em," answered D e wey, "and I told 'em where you were aud, b'gee, they're on the way in a hmry. Somethin.g's up, b'gee, and I'm going to be right here to see it too." Dewey dropped into his corner once more, and after that the seven 5aid nothing, but waited in considerable suspense for the arrival of the distingmshed first classmen, wondering me&uwhile what on earth they could want and why on earth they found it necessary to interfere in Mark's quarrel with the officer. They came, three of them, in due time. The Parson immediately rose to his feet. "Hoi presbeis tou Basileos !" he said in his most stately tone, and with his


976 ARMY AND NAVY most solemn bow. "That's Greek," he added, condescendingly (to the six; he took it for gra nted that the learned cadets knew what it was). "It's a quotation from the celeLrated comedy the Acharnians, and it--" They were shockingly rude, that com111ittee. They paid not the least attention Lo the Parson and his classical salutati

ARMY AND N.A VY 977 Mark flushed at that stinging remark. The speaker never turned a hair, but stared at him just as sternly as ever, see ing that his thrust had landed. Mark had a way of saying nothing when he was angry, of thinking carefully what it would be best to do. And now he gazed into space, his brows knitted, while his six friends leaned forward anxiously, wondering what was coming next. "All at once?" inquired Mark, with a tinge of irony. "No, sir. Separately and in fair fight." Mark was thoughtful and silent again. "The consequences," he said, at last, "are unpleasant. The consequences of swallowing so gross and llnmerited an insult as Mr. Wrights, given before hundreds of people, are more unpleasant sti 11. Dewey l" .. MR. MALLORY," SAID THE CADET, "WE HA VE BEEN SENT TO SAY A FEW WORDS, TO YOU FROM THE FIRST CLASS" (page 976). "Suppose," the plebe inquired at last, '"suppose, sir, I were to force a fight with Mr. Wright?" "If you do," said the other, "the class will take it upon itself to prevent that fight, using brute force if necessary, and punishing you severely for your imperti nence. And moreover you will be re quired to defend your right to resist their authority, to defend it against every member of the class." That young man sprang to his feet with an excited "B'gee !" "Dewey," said Mark, in slow and measured tones, and never once taking his eyes off the three stern cadets, "Dewey, you will return for me, please, to Mr. Wright's tent. Tell Mr. Wright for me -that I demand an apology by this eveningor else that he name a time and place. And tell him finally that if he re fuses-I shall consider myself


978 .ARMY A:ND NA VY nately obliged-to knock first time I see him." him down the "When?,, cried Mark. ''To-morrow mormng first thing, "Bu11y, b'gee !" "Durnation !" The six plebes had leaped to their feet as one man, with a wild hurrah! Ye gods, could anything have been better than that? Those three cadets had fairly quailed before Mark's bold and sudden, yet calrn defiance. "I think, gentlemen," said he, "that my purposes are c1ear to you now. And I bid you good-morning.'' Ha1f a minute later Mark was buried in the wild embraces and congratulations of his hilarious friends; Texas was dancing a Spanish fandango about the enclosure, and Dewey, red and excited, was on his way to camp as fast as delighted legs could carry him. "B'gee !" he kept chuckling. "B'gee, we'll wipe the spots off of 'em, b'gee. Whoop!" (The more excited Dewey got the more B'gees he was accustomed to put in). He was back again at the Seige Battery ten 1ninutes later, this time even more excited, more red, more breathless than ever. "B'gee !" he gasped. "I got it. He'll -he'l1-b'gee, he'll fight!" ''Whoop '' roared Texas. "Yes," continued Dewey, "and b'gee, you can bet there 're be fun You see, he wants to fight. He's no coward, I could see that, and he's mad as thunder because the class won't let him. And b'gee, I chucked in a few hints about his being afraid, which iade him madder still, so that when I fired out that last part about knocking him down if he didn't, b'gee, .he was wild. Oh, say! He hopped about that tent like-like Texas is doing nowand b'gee he wanted to have it out right away." "Durnat1on \iVhoop roared Texas. '"Let's go up now! I'll help! Let's--" "Sit on him and keep him quiet," laughed Mark, shoving Texas into a corner. "Now go on." "We couldn't fight at Fort Clinton, b'gee,'' continued Dewey still gasping for breath, "because the cadets would have learned. And so finally b'gee, he said we'd get a boat and cross the Hud-son. How's that?" b'gee !" Texas had escaped by this time and was dancing about once more. And the rest of the seven were abont ready to join him. This was the greatest bit of excitement of all. The most B. J. thing they had ever done, defying the whole first class and going out of cadet limits besides! There never were seven lads more full of fun than these devils; and never hau they seen a chance for quite so much fun as in this daring venfore. The seven adjourned for dinner soon after that. As they "fell in" on the Company street it was evident to Mark that the story of his hold defiance, his stroke, was all about the place even then. It was known to the first clas:s, and to his yearling enemies, and even to the plebes, who stared at him in awe and wondered whence on earth he had gotten the "nerve" to dare to do what he had. For Mark Mallory stood pledge

.ARMY .AKD NA. VY 9i9 a worried look on her face which made Mark smile involuntarily. "It's nothing very desperate," he answered. "So you needn't be alarmed. Yon see it's necessary for me to fight once in a while else yon and I couldn't play all our beautiful B. J. tricks." ''I guess you'd better go then,'' she laughed. "But I don't like it a bit. You'll come home all bruised up and covered with court-plaster, and I shan't 1iave anything to do with you until you get handsome again." "Thanks for that last word 'again,' responded he with a laugh. Then he added, more seriously. "How did you find a11 this out? I thonght none of the cadets were going to speak to you since the hop?'' "Pooh!" said Grace. "You didn't suppose they meant that, did you. Ha1f of them are beginning to capitulate already. I knew they wonldn 't hold out. n "I knew it too," thought Mark to himse1f; he was watching the girl's beautiful face, with its expression of action and life. "It seems then that all my rivals are back again," he said, aloud. "None of them are your rivals," answered the girl; and then she added, quickly: "But that wasn't what I sent for you to tell you. I have been finding out some more secrets I think if I keep on practicing on the cadets I'll be quite a diplomatist and confidence man by and by." "What have you found out now?" "Simply that the whole first class pro poses to keep you from 6ghing." "I knew that before," said Mark :'Yes," answered Grace. "But you didn't know that they knew you and Wright were going to cross the river to settle it.'' ''Do they know that, too?'' cried :Yrark. "They do; and moreover they intend to keep watch on you, and if you leave camp to-night you '11 have the whole class to follow you.'' :Yrark looked interested at that. "I can see," he said, "that Iam going to have no small amount of fnn out of this business. I wish you could manage to use a little of yonr diplomacy in helping me escape. '' ''And I wish,'' added Grace, gazing at him with the same anxious look he had noticed before, "I wish I could help you do the fighting too. I hate to think of your being hurt.'' "It hurts me to have you look so un happy," said Mark, seriously. "I can stand the other. As a fighter I don't think vou would make much of a success. This Is a case of 'Angels for council; devils for war.' '' "Go ahead," Grace, "if you have to go to hospital I'll come over and nurse you." Mark took his departure soon after he set out for camp, revolving in his tr.ind all sorts of impracticable schemes for outwitting the first classmen that night. His thoughts were interrupted by hearing his name. He looked up; a cadet was addressing him. "Mr. Mallory," he said, "Good-after noon. My name is Harden. Mr. Wright has asked me to be his second.'' :vlark bowed. ''Also to say that if you will be outside of your tent, dressed, at two to-morrow morning he will have a boat ready to take us to a qmet place .'' l\lark bowed again. "Bring one second with you," the cadet continued. "Mr. Wright will have but one. And keep this very secret; tell, for the cadets will surely stop us if they learn. Mr. Wright has great doubts of ot1r success anyway.'' "I shall do my best," answered Mark. "I am as anxious to succeed as he. And I'm much obliged to you for your trou b 1 e. Mark turned awav and entered his tent. "There'll be fu;1 to-night," he muttered; "plenty of fnn to-night." There was. CHAPTER III. AN ESCAPE, A FIGHT, AND SOME OTHER THINGS. "Are you ready in there? S-sh !" "Yes, I'll be out in a moment." "Two o'clock and all's we-ell!" The first speaker was Harden, the first classman, the second was Mark, and the third the sentry, calling t11e hour.


.980 .ARMY .A.ND N .A. VY The moonlight, clear and white, shone down on the glis tening, snowy tents; the camp was almost as bright as day. Two figures who stood crouching in the com pany street were plainly visible, dressed in old contraband "cit's clothing" for dis guise. And presently two more appeared, similarly clad, Mark and his old friend, the learned and pugilistic Parson. The four said not a word, but stole silently down the street to the park that bounded the camp on the east, the river side, the beat of Sentry No. 4. One of them gave a low whistle, a signal to the sentry to face about so that he might not "see any one cross his beat." The .four sped across the line and were lost a moment later in the shadow of the woods. The sound of their whistle had an echo, thought they did not know it. It came from another tent and was the signal for a strange one that probably that camp had never before witnessed. In an instant, it seemed, the white ground was alive with dark figures and black hurrying shadows. One third of the whole cadet corps, all the first class, in fact, were about to engage in the perilous task of dodging camp! There was no delay, no hesitation; the whole crowd fell in under one leader, stole down the street, signaled the sentry; and then came a dash and a tramp of feet that almost shook the ground. The class was gone. Gone to stop that fight or die! Oue hates to tax a reader's credulity. To say that that sleepy moonlit camp was once more a witness of the same unusual scene not half a minute later seems be yond the possibility of belief. Yet so it was. There was no signal this time; they simply met, five of them, all plebes, two from an A company and three from a B company tent just in the rear. They too fell in under a leader, a leader who punctuated his orders w1th a whispered "Dur11ation !" And they too crcssed the sentry post and vanished in the woods. There was some one to trail the trailers! We shall skip forward to those in ad vance. The four would-be duellists had no idea of their detection. They thought that their early start had done the. work. They climbed down the bank of the river, passed the Riding Hall, and came out on the railroad track below, just at the mouth of the tunnel. "The boat is down near Highland Falls,'' said Harden, briefly; and then there was silence again. Wright had not said one word since the start. They set out down the track. They stole by the little station, with its single light and its half-sleeping telegraph oper ator. And then-hark! What was that? Tramp, tramp! The four turned in amazement. Great heavens, they were followed! Clearly v1sible in the moon light, their white trousers glittering, the company was marching steadily behind them. They were in line and had a cap tain. At concealment there was no at tempt; they seemed to say, every one of them. "Well, here we are. Now what are you going to do about it?" And the four stared at each other in amazement. "Shall we resort to flight?" inquired the learned Parson. "Threy're too many; they'd catch us," said Harden, emphatically. ''I don't know just what to do. I rather think we're outwitted. I-what's that?" "Ding! dong! Woow-oo "A train!" exclaimed Mark. "That'll scatter 'em But it'll do us no good." A moment later there was a glare of light in the tunnel, light that shone upon the figures on the track; and then the heavy train shot out and came rushing down upon them. The cadets scattered of course; and in the temporary confusion Mark saw a golden chance. It was a slow train; he could see. A freight! And a moment later as the engine rushed past them, he shouted to the other three: "Catch it! Catch it as it passes!" It was all done so quickly they had scarcely time to think. They saw the last car whirl the cadets; they saw the company reforming to march. And a mo ment later all four of them leaped toward the train and flung themselves aboard the last platform of the way car. It was going faster than they had thought; the sudden jerk they got nearly tore their arms from their sockets, and the Parson's loose jo -ints cracked omin ously. But they hung on, all of them, with a grip like death. And they had the intense satisfaction of hearing a yell of rage from the cadets in the rear, and of


.ARMY AND NA VY 981 seeing, as they clambered up and looked captain of West Point's crack eleven bebehind them, the whole crowd break into, sides. Mark thought of all this; and then a run and set out in furious though vain he clinched his own broad hands and' pursuit. gritted his teeth and waited. "That settles it," said Mark, joyfully. There was not a word said on the trip; "We're safe! Now then." all were too solemn and anxious. Harden But his words were just a trifle prema-rowed-working silently and swiftly. ture. The cadets were fast being left be-The waves lapped against the boat, and hind, running though they were; but the ripples spread out in a long silvery there was a new danger hitherto un-moonlit trail behind them. And then the thought of. The car they were on was boat sped in under the shadow of the the caboose. The door was flung open; trees on the eastern bank, and a moment a rough figure strode out. later grated on the pebbly beach. "Hey, there, git off o' that! What the Harden sprang ashore and drew up the divil are yez doin' there?'' boat. The rest landed and he went on The four stared at each other in con-into the woods. The three followed him sternation. Here was a rub! They looked a short ways, and then at a little clearing for all the world like tramps, to be kicked he stopped. off unceremoniously into the hands of "Here," said he, "is the spot." the enemy again. But before the man Mark halted and gazed about him. He could move Harden thrnst hand into saw a small turf-covered inclosure surhis pocket. rounded by the deep black shadows of a "Here," he said. "Take that, and shut wall of trees. The moon strayed down up.'' through the centre furnishing the only The man gazed at them dubiously. light. It was not three o'clock yet, and They might be burglars, robbers-but the sun was far below the horizon. Mark then it was good money, and nobody the whipped off his coat. wiser. That was none of his business any "I am ready," said he. "Let us how. He muttered an apology and no time." slammed the door again, while the four Wright and his second were just as s i ghed with relief. prompt and business-like. The lieutenant "I wonder what next," said Ma,rk. stripped his brawny frame to the waist There was nothing more; the long and bound his suspenders about him to train rumbled on down the river bank hold his trou sers. Mark was ready then, and the party waited in silence until too. Harden gave the signal. Then they made "It is your choice," said he to the more or Jess ungraceful and uncomfort-other. "How shall we fight?" able leaps from the platform, sprang "By rounds," he answered simply. He down the bank unto the rushes, and a was a man of few words. "My second has moment or so later were on their way a watch," he added. "Mr. Stanard may across the river in a row boat. look on if he cares to, though we shall "\Vhich means," whispered the Parson each have to rely upon the other's honor to ::\fark, "that we'll have our fight after mostly. We have no referee." all." "I am willing," said Mark. "Let Mr. Mark had thought of t11at. He was Harden manage it. And let us be quick. already calculating the chances. Wright Will you shake hands?'' ha

982 .ARMY .AND N.AVY centre of it two white half-naked figures battling to the death, landing blows that shook the air. And all. in silence and mystery. The two seconds, kneeling in the shadows watching anxiously, feverishly, were hidden from view. Wright had one advantage over Mark. He had seen him fight, and he knew his method. He knew that in skill and agility Mark was his equal; it was agility that had beaten Billy Williams, the yearlings' choice. And so Wright relying on his strength and traiuing pitched right in, for he and his second had agreed that a "slugging match" was the best way to beat Mallory. l\Iark was willing to have it so; time was short, and they might be interrupted any moment. The sooner that unpleasant episode were over the better! And he answered the officer's forward spring by another no less sudden and fierce. A fight such as that one could not last very long, for human bodies cannot stand many blows as crushing as human arms can deal. The two had leaped in each bent on the other back; and for a moment they swayed, as in a deadlock, lauding blow after blow with thuds that woke the stillness of the forest depths. The two seconds sprang forward, staring anxiously. They could scarcely follow the flying white arms, they not see the effects of the crashes they heard; bnt they realized that any one of t1'iem might end it all, that their man might go down at any moment. The end came, however, sooner than either had thought. Harden, glancing feverishly at the watch, had counted off the first minute, was counting for the end of the second. He had opened his mouth to call time, when he heard the Parson give a gasp. He looked up just in time to see one of the white figures (they had heen bounding all about the inclosure and he knew not which it was) tottering backwar

ARMY AND NAVY 983 crowd still more furious; a dozen of them reached the bold plebe at once, and then there was the wildest kind of a time. Mark could not tell very clearly what happened; he was vaguely conscious of shouts and imprecations; of flying arms an'.:'l closely pressing bodies; of blows and kicks that blinded him, stifled him. He himself was striking out right and left, and he felt that he was landing, too. He saw another figure beside him doing likewise, and knew that the gallant old Parson was at his side. And after that his head began to swim; lights

984 ,ARMY .A.ND NA VY And they left their victims lying on the ground! Texas was not so mad but that he had some cunning left. He saw his chance, and shouted to his companions. The four seized the halfunconscious, sorely-bat tered pair in their arms, and whirling suddenly, made a dash for the shore. Texas himself scorned to run. He gazed about him defiantly, balancing his re volvers in his hands; and when he saw that the alarmed cadets dill not contem plate a sally, he backed slowly through the woods and rejoined the other plebes. The cadets had not the nerve to face those revolvers again, at least not at once. They did a moment later when they dis covered to their horror what the plebes were going to do. It was a horrible revenge. Instead of go ing to their own row-boat, the crowd de liberately marched out upon a little dock where the schooner lay They put their charges into that, and then while the big Texan coolly faced about with his guns, the others seized the two row-boats and deliberately proceeded to tie them on be hind. They were gong to leave the whole class stranded! A yell of fury, of horror, of fright went 'up from the crowd! Leave them! Impossble It lacked then two hours of reveille. And for them to be absent meant disgrace, conrt-martial, dismissal! Wild with alarm the crowd made a dash for the schooner, leaping into the water, running for the dock, shouting and yelling. And ten Texas calmly raised his revolvers, and stood thus, firm and terrible in the clear moonlight. Before that figure they quailed an instant; that instant was enough. The big vessel swung off from the dock, the night breeze filling her sails. And Texas turned like an antelope and made a leap for the boat. The crowd saw him land on the stern; they saw the white glistening track bubble up as the vessel glided away; then in blank horror they turned and gazed at each other-lost! Texas meanwhile, soon as he saw the boat clear, had but one thought in his devoted mind. He made a dash for Mark and staring in horror and anguish at his white and bloody face, fell to flinging water upon him. And he gasped with relief when he saw Mark open his eyes. Mark's body was still stripped, and Texas, even Texas, shuddered as he saw the bruises upon it. There was one that made the victim cry out as his friend touched it. And Texas started back in alarm. "Good lord!" he cried, "his shoulder's broken." Mark smiled feebly; and at the same instant a chorus of cries rose from the bespairing cadets on the shore. "Tell Mallory we'll leave him alone if he'll come back, n was one of them. "B'gee !" cried Dewey, "did you hear that? What do you say?" And Mark raised himself with a struggle. "No, no!" he gasped. "Don't! Imean to fight them." "Fight them How can you fight with a broken shoulder?'' "I-I won't tell them its broken!" panted Mark. "An' durnation !" roared Texas, wild ly. "Ef you don't lick 'em I will! Whoop! An' as fo' them cowards on the shore, let 'em get fired an' bust!" "Bully, b'gee!" echoed Dewey. And the battered old Parson chimed in with a feeble and gasping "Yea, by Zeus!" whil e the schooner sailed on in disdainful triumph. The first class, as it seemed, did not get fired. They ran all the way to Garrison's, the town opposite the Point, and there begged a boat secretly to cross. But the news when it spread next morning made them the laughing stock of all crea tion. And Mark Mallory, in hospital, was the hero of the whole cadet corps. [THE END.] The next novelette by Lieutenant Fred erick Garrison will be entitled, "Mark Mallory's Decision; or, Facing a New Danger. Army and Navy No. 22.


TO THE RESCUE. BY GEORGE P. HOY'!'. THE HUSSARS GALLOPED INTO THE CLEARING (page 987). mUSH what do I hear? Marcel, there is somebody coming!" And Lebeuf, the game-keeper, crouched among the brushwood and listenerl, like an old fox. His mustache was frozen quite stiff with the cold; but he rlid notmind that in the least. He aud Marcel, the blacksmith, bad something more serious on band, else they bad never stayed out there all that day, watching the road as if their lives depended on it. "How many?" said Marcel, in a whisper. "One, I believe." "On horseback?" walking with the step of a young man. "Then it is not our party," growled the blacksmith, breathing on the fingers which grasped his rifle. There was a short silence. "There he is," sairl Lebeuf suddenly. "Now we shall see." A spare figure came rapidly cut of the wood, eyes glancing sharply to right and left, hands muffied under the skirts of bis blu e tunic, a kepi, with a band of red cloth round it, on bis bead, and a cigarette set in one cor11er of bis mouth. To Marcel's astonishment, the gamekeeper laughed aloud, and the stranger stood still, with his gun thrown forward. 'Tt i s M onsieur Charles," said Lebeuf, getting up


986 ARMY .AND NAVY from his knees. We suall surprise him witb ou r news;' aud stepping out of Liis coucealmeut, he raised a baud ia salute, crying: ''Welcome, Monsieui Charles, do us tbe houor to come into the bugbes." '!'be young man sprang lightly o>er the frozen ditch and scrambled up the bauk. "You are in tinrn, monsieur." said the game-keeper, his eyes twinkling witli a stern merri1ueut, which iu creased the look of mystification on the newcomer' s face. "In time for what, Lebeuf? What is happening?" "First oblige rne, mousieur, by sitting down on this\: ; you are tall enough to be visible at some dis tance. So; tllat is better," said the game-keeper . "We are the advance-guard of an ambuscade, the pm pose of wbicb more nearly concerns Mousiem Cli11rles. tuan Monsieur Charles cau possibly kuow.'' ''Speak to tbe point, my good friend," exclaimed the yo1\11g fello.w. "What' s going 011? I bave hurried six Jeague5 sin c e daybreak to see my father, aud must be back to-morrow at tbe latest." "You will see Monsieur the Count, yot:r father, in a short ti1ne," said J,ebeuf, meauiugly; "but you will see !Jim in t!Je hands of the Prussians!" The strai:ger spraug up; but Lebeuf checked him. For his sake, Monsieur Charles, retaiu your senses. These d o gs have doue a thing they will regret bef o r e sundowu. They !Jave ta!;en the count, Pe1e Alphons e our good cure, Simon the Maire, and Lagrange the miller, as hostages for the good bebano1 of the dis trict; they are marching them off into their 'Father land' until t!Je war is over. But I and a few of tile brave men of tbe village see things in a different ligllt. As I told monsieur, Marcel aud I are the advauce guard of an ambuscade-it is not askiilg monsieur too rnucll to join Monsieur Charles ground his white teetll, and reached out a hand to his two cornpauious. "And my father?" IJe demanded. "How does be take it, J,ebeuf?" "Like the old lion that be is, monsieur; he roared l" said the game-keeper! "It took five of them to bold him; and, as it was, their captain has no longer any teeth in bis front jaw!" "You niean--1 'Tb at the count knocked them all down his throat!'' said the game-keeper, smiling. "Marcel, I hear some thing again on the road." They Jay low behind the screen of da1 k bushes, and this time there was an uumistakable clatter of horse in the elear frosty air. "We shall fire, of course?" whispered Monsieur Charles. "No, no!" muttered the gameketiper hurriedly; "the escort is of hussars. They will not ride up .into these trees, but pass along clooe to us. As the pt is ouers go by, a wood-pigeon will seem to coo in .the three times. I am tile pigeon and the prisouers will understaud, for they have been warned already.' Mon sieur reeollects the turn in the road bebiud us? Well there seven chassepots open on the rascals; and from the stone cavalry on the other side three more: we run up and take the m in the rear, and t!Je thing is done!" ''It is risky for the prisoners,'' said the young man. '"rhey must take their chanee; a French bulle t is better than a German prisou,'' r e pli e d Lebeuf. ''Aud the strength of the es cort?'' 'Monsieur can count for himself; here they come I ' The clatte r of hoofs had b een growing louder and l ouder, aud two mounte d hussars, with. scarlet bus bi e s bags, a11d dark overcoats, 1;"a111e at a. walk round the b end of the road, carbine o n thigh. A few horse -l e ugt!Js l.Jeh:tud came ball a dozen more, chattering noisily, and lookiug as though the whol e world belouge d to them, wbicb is rather a Germau habit when tbey have the upper hand. ; then, with a calm dignity, like some seigneur of old walking tbrou11:h bis d o rnai1.1s-a s in point of fact, he was d o ing-the couut came iu sight on foot,. Pere Alphons e at his elbow, the wai.J:e and the mille1 immediately behind. .More hussars closed t!Je procession, a few s1 Joking pipes; aud on e offic e r was with t!Je party, holding a. handke r chief before his mouth. A cloud of steam from the horses s!Jrouded the party, as if au artist bad painted the gi:onp aud gently blurred it with his finger. "How many do you make?" whispered Marcel. "Twenty-five," replied Lebeuf. Monsieur Charles had not counted. The sight of l)is father, a veteran of .l:lugeaud 's Algerian campaigns, iu such a position bad brought tears into !Jis eyes, and Lebeuf, who IJad watched him closely, laid a hand on his throbbing wrist. .. Listen, do you h ear the pigeon," be whispe r e d ; and there came, appareutly from the trees above them, the muffled, half-frozen cry of a bird disturbed by th& marc!Jiue men. "li'rauz, does that r emind thee of the valley ill t!Je Schwartz Wald?" sajj one (Jf the hussars. His comrade took tile pipe from his lips an-d looked up iuto the branc!Jes. He said nothing; but somehow the pipe weut out. The clatter was very loud as they filtid past, so l oud, that Marcel and .Monsieur Charles hotb glanced it \ stiuctively at the gamekeeper. The rascals seemed Al most upon them; but tbe old man lay still uutil t!Je clatter died away, and, springing to hi.S feet, ex claimed, "Listen The silence of the winter afternoon l'hained the woods on e\ery side. One little strip of orange light began to show among the tree trunks in' the west, and the sky above seemed closing down over the birch tops. Then, as they stooci on the bank, eac.h with his rifle, each witb a heart full of hatred and expectation, each with the bre11th congealing in a cloud about IJis face, the souud they were waiting for burst out in one crash of thunder, and went reverbe1atiug through the forest. "After them I" yelled Lebeuf, jumping into tbe road way, and tearing after the soldieis. ''To the rescue!'' cried Monsieur Charles, lieutenant of mobiles, passing Lel.Jeuf likE' the wind. Marcel's exclamatiou remains in the original French, being quite untranslatable for ears polite. So, each in bis different way, the thrPe men reached the bend m the road, aucl fired at their mortal foes! The silent woods resounded with a babel of shoutmg, the plunge of the horses, the volley of rifles, and, above all, the roar o'f tbe count, who bad got p o sses sion of a sabre and was using it as "they did in Algeria." Every shot from the ambuscade had told. It was more than they could have hoped for, but the fact re mained-ten hussar! lay' h eaped among their horses, and another was dragge d in the stirrup as far as


ARMY AND NAVY 987 Lagrauge's mill, where they buried him the day after; and that is two miles of!'. Tue Prussian officer strove like a brave man to repair the disaster; but the volley in bis rear disheartened tl.Je troopers. Tbe exteut of the ambuscade could not be determi11ed, aud he gave the order to retire. You see, cavalry in a wood are at a disadvantage. Then from the trees, from tbe bauks, from the concealed hollows behind the bend iu the causeway, a mob of peasants in sabots and blouses came pouring out iuto the road, chattering like magpies and laughing hysterically as they surrounded the rescued hostages. "My friends," said the count, taking oil' his hat, "we thauk you. The nat10nal honor is safe in the hands of Frenchmen. Return to your homes, quietly and unobserved. We are retiring to a place of shelter until this little affair has blown over, after which we shall emerge, radiant and beaming, to proclaim the glorious_:yes, yes, Lebeuf; do not interrupt me-to proclaim, I say-Lebeuf, I beg you to be silent I-to proclaim that-that-Thunder of Napoleon! The ras cals are back Rgain and the count's eloquence came to a full stop. Lebeuf, the wary, bad stolen quietly to a mouud which commanded the road, hnd seen that the hussars were returning at speed with a large reinforcement, and would be on them in a few minutes. your homes, lads," he cried; "Marcel and I will look to monsieur and the others. Quick, this way; we are safe the trees iu the dusk if they do not see u. first!"' A moment later the foremo&t Prussians swung round the bend in tbe road, to find only the dark heaps of their own dead scattered 011 the frozen ground, with the old stone cross stretching its arms above them, and beyond the cross the orange strip fading out of the sky. "You have found your father in a strange plight, Charles,'' said the count. ''But tell me how on earth you came to he nere-your corps surely cannot spare you at a time like tllis?" 'Nay, the poor lads have marched holes iu their feet," laughed the lieutenant, "and Durolle is giving them a day's rest, so I got leave to visit yon; but I must return to-morrow and meet them at the ('ross roads beyond Ver lay. ''I wish Durolle bad lleen here to-day,' sighed tbe count. "I remember him when he was chef :l'esc/\dron of Chasseurs;" and the old fellow began to bum the famous A.lgerian song, "La casquette du Pere Bugeaud," until Lebeuf respectfully suggested that any noise might he attended by serious results. The party sat very close together in a little Jog hut, a mile br so from the scene of the conflict. It stood in a forest clearing, and, unless one knew the cart-track used in summer by the wood-cutters, there was small chance of finding it. Still, as the game-keeper muttered to Marcel, ''You never know what may hap pen," so he stood with one ear to a chink in the rough wall, and listened through the whole of the long winter night. The was sleeping soundly, notwithstanding that bis seat was a cask of rifle cartridges; father and son sat hand-iu-band, talking over the campaign in which Charles had played a good part for several mouths; but by degrees their beads nodded and they joiner! tb0 mare and the miller, and even Marcel, who slept like a top on the floor. Tbern was not a sound outside; the grey dawn broke reluctantly, as though the snn were loath to leave bis bed, aud still the old gamekeeper listened. There was just light euougl.J outside for him to distingnish ti.le line of the clearing, with the darker gap where the woodcutter's track bega11, and be was smiling inward.Jy as be thought of the nights be had spent in the log but, watcbing for wol>es, wbeu a faint sound, which an ordinary ear would have missed made him bend bis lean neck close1 to the crevice and stay his breatliing. Something brushed against the rougli )Jlanks, and he knew there was trouble brewing I "Great powers I" he said to himself, '"Tbe cure has begun to snore!" "Marcel! Ma.reel! good, .you are awake; there is someb ody outside, a man bas walked rouud the hut, toucbii1g the walls with his coat; rouse e,eryoue in turn, but no noise!" A moment later he turned from the crevice again. "Marcel, what do you think? Herve the sacristan is here with the Prussian officer, standing a yard away; all the village knows he is at outs with Pere Alphonse, but who could have believed this." Marcel's strong jaws worlrnd in the dark like the gnawing of rats, aud he told the others. Again Lebeuf turned. Herve is running into the wood aud ti.le officer is goiug to the clearing: I ran see his troop waiting there. It is growiug lighter-quick. unbar the door carefully and open it a few inches. They will s ee 11otbing, but they shall hear and feel." l\Iarre l drew back the bolt, and the gamekeeper fired I Baffled once more, the hussars galloped into the clearing. A ringing volley emptied more than oue saddle, aud tbe stout door was closed again! Round and round the Jog hut they circled, met by a puff of smoke and a tongue of red flame from the loopholes with which it was pie rced. Sometimes a daring one wou ld back his horse against the door and spur it until its iron heels tlluudered ou the planks; but Lebeuf killed two or three on the tbresbold and made a barricade that way. For honrs the gRme went on, until at length there came a lull, and Monsieur Charlw;, who was looking out, gave a cry of dismay. "What is it, my dear son," said the count, Closing the broach of his rifle. "All is over. Tb"Y are dismounting twenty men for tbe attack!" "We shall die as we have lived," said tba old soldier, stoutly. 1 1 Cure, you may no;w pray; for myself, I can end it better in tbe fresll air;" and he flung the do:ir wide open and stalked out gnu in b11nd, the others following. "My friends, let us sing our swan's son11:; no Frenchman could ba ve a grander dirge,'' and be rolled out the first couplet ot the Marseillaise in a voice that carried it far into the waking woods ro their absolute stupefaction, the refrain was suddenly taken up by a hundred voices among the trees! 'l'here was a rush of kepis and blue tunics, a withering hail of cbassepot bullets, and Colonel Durolle was embracing his old comrade for tbeflrst time for twenty years! Which prnves that hostages are difficult to get, and wheu obtained require a deal of keeping!


Attlhw of "A Legacy of Peril," etc., etc. ("IN FORBIDDEN NEPAUL" wiis commeuced iu .Nil. 15 Back numbers can \Je o\Jtained from all newsdealers.) CHAPTER XX. THE DEMON OF THE PURPLE LAKE. HOLDING their dripping paddles in air, Hawks moor and Nigel listened breathlessly for a few secouds. Tbeu, in the pale light, they looked at each otber with alarmeerhaul'us so soon i It's a bad business, Davenant, I'm afraid." "If you say so, it must be bad," Nigel assented, grimly, beginning to paddle at a sign from bis companion. "But surely we have not been seen yet. "No; but tbey may have heard us. At all events, the dawn will betray us in a very few moments." "Can't we get to shore and hide before then?" Nigel asked. -"It's doubtful," Hawksmoor replied. "What are the cbauces, Bbagwan Das?" The Hindoo glanced at the expanding glow of light on the eastern horizon. "We are in tbe middle of the lake," be declared, "and the dawn is breaking now, sahibs. There is no shelter that we can reach w bile the darkness lasts.' "Then we'll reach it by daylight," Hawksrnoor said savagely. "We'll fight our way to shore-I'm game to the last. Come back here and take my paddle, Bhagwan Das.'' The old Hindoo, under the spell of tbe Englishman's masterly will, obeyed at once; nor di

ARMY AND NAVY 989 bim of tbe black spectre tbat marred this lovely Eden. "Tbe larger part of the lake lies behind tbe moun tain," replied tbe Hindoo, pointing to the promontory, "and there also is tbe island of tile templ e, near wbicb is the only place where a boat may land. But we shall never reach it, sahib." "Perhaps uot," said Hawksmoor. "A few moments more will clecide our fate. Keep up speed. The nearer we get to the promontory, tbe better our cbauces." Nigel anct Bbagwan Das paddled bard, but tbe strain was telling on them, and the distance betweeu pursued aud pursuers rapidly decreased. As tbe enemy drew nearer tbey vented their satisfaction by occa8ional sbrill yells. Faster aud faster toiled those at tbe paddles, driving cbe narrow craft gracefully on ward, while the rest rnade ready their weapons. Tbey evic.lent ly expected au easy victory. Hawksmoor remained perfectly cool, but his companions glanced anxiously over their shoulders from time to time as they kept on paddling. Now tbepromoutory was less tban half a mile away, but it might as well have been ten times tuat far for all the chance there was of reaching it. By a spurt the enemy came within fifty yards. Tbe two natives in tbe bow, wbo were armed with muskets, stootl up. Loudly and impenously they bailed the fugitives. Hawksmoor probably understood tbe words, but be vouchsafed no reply. Be rose a Ii ttle in tbe stern of the boat, bis rigbt hand toying witb bis revolver. Bbagwau Das glanced back. "Be careful lest you fall, sahib," be warned. "There are ravenous crocodiles in tbe lake-and a worse thing.' 1 "[ dou't intend to feed tbe crocodiles, Hawksmoor replied, "and as for tlie otbtJr tbing, I don't believe it exists.,, "What thing? What do you mean?" Nigel demanded. The Hindoo sbudderncl. ''Brahma preserve u s from tbe sigbt of tbe mon l.Je muttered. "It is better to perisl.J by tl.Je sword." Another imperative summons rang from tbe pursu iup, boat, wbicb bad clrnwu a few yards nearer. 'Stick to your paddles," said Hawksmoor. "I'm going to teach these fellows a thing or two uow." As be spoke, the foremost of tl.Je two standing natives ain1ed bis musket and fired. Tbe bullet went perilously close to Hawks111oor's ear, and the echoes of tl.Je shot were still reverberating when b e lifted bis pistol and pulled tbe trigger. Crack! Tbe wretch wbo bad fired first dropped. down among bis companions and for au instant tbe paddlers fell into couf11$ion. The tbe boat came on swiftly again, with ferocious shouts from tbe crew. ''Tilings l oo k black," ar!mitter! flawksmoor. "They '11 be of us before I can kill half of them. They are plucky devils--" His pistol went up simultaneously with the musket of tbe other native iu tbe bow. Tbere were two reports-one shrill, tbe other heavy aud thunderous. Hawksmoor had a narrow shave of it, for tbe muskElt ball grazed bis arm. The revolver bullet, sent with truer aim, sped straight to tbe forehead of the native. He dropped bis weapon, reeled, and pitcbed to one side into tbe lake. What happened next was unexpected and horrible. The boat's owu impetus carried it on a few yards, while tbe crew rester! on their paddles, looking back to see what bad become of their companion. 'l'be poor wretch bad sunk immediately, but in a moment or two be came to the top, apparently dead. Aud like a flash half a dozen black snouts and scaly boclie broke tbe surface of the water-ravenous crocodiles, drawn that quickly from the depths of tbe lake l.Jy the seent of bloocl. Tbey splashed and squirmed around Hawksmoor's victim, and iu a trice tbe bor!y was torn to pieces. More crocodiles rose to right aud left of the boat, iu front aud bebiud. Tbe natives tried to paddle on, but after makiug a few yards tbey bad to stop for fear of upsettin{. Tbe scaly reptiles barred the way thickly,. with open jaws and lashing tails, maddened by tbe taste and scent of human blood. Heedless of their own danger, Nigel aud Bbagwau Das stopped paddling to watch tbe thrilling scene. The natives were now iu confusion, bowling with terror, and not knowing what to do or wbicb way to turn. "By Jove, the crocodiles have saved us!" said Hawksmoor. "And tbey are going to give those chaps some trouble,'' added Nigel. "Brahma be praised for bis mercy I" cried the Bindoo. "But let u s get quickly away from this evil spot. We are in great peril, sabibs Where tbe crocodiles are drawn by blood, there will also come--" Tbe voice of Bbagwan Das was drowned by a mighty splash, a shrill, snorting noise, aud clamor of blood-curdling yells. And tile sight that met the eyes of Nigel and Hawksmoor chilled them with horror. Out of the purple waters o the lake, close to the native boat, and in the very midst of tbe crocodiles, rose tbe bead of a huge serpent, with eyes like fire, and a forked tougue darting from blood-red jaws. lt was followed by coi l after coil of a slimy green body, as thick as a small cask. Hissing and snorting, the monster threw part of its length upon tbe boat, upsetting it instantly. Then followed a brief and terrible carnival of blood. One by oue tbe shrieking wretches disappeared, w bile around them tbe crocodiles splashed and fought, and the gigantic serpeut twined its coils like lightning in and out of tbe heaving mass, burling spouts of blood and water into tbe air. With au inarticulate cry Bbagwan Das fell rn a trembling heap to the bottom of the boat, and bis co111panions suddenly realized that they might be the next victims of the monster. Bawksmoor seiz.,d the Hindoo's paddle, and be and Nigel frantically drove tbe craft onward-on and on until strength and breath failed them. Tben, wben they were almost under the shadow of the promontory, they l e t tlle drift at will. Timidly, shaking with such a fear as neither bad ever known before they ventured to look back across the lake. But the purple waters now lay ealm and placid in the sunlight and tbe scene of tbe tragedy was marked by a single floating object-the capsized boat that bad so lately held the ten men of Yoga. All bad gone to feed tbe crocodiles and tbe serpent! CBAPTElt XXL FIFTY THOUSAND RUPEES REWARD. Bbagwan Das still cowered limply in the bottom of the boat, his face buried in bis arms, and tbe rousin"' of bim from that state of abject terror proved n;; easy task, even for Hawksmoor. But when tbe Hindoo was convinced that the monster was not in sight, and that tbe spot wbere be bad appeared was nearly half a mile away, be grew calmer. Finally be was induced to take his old place at the bow, and to instruct bis companions as to tbe course they should paddle, but of tbe serpent be doggedly refused to speak, the bare mention of it bringing a wild gleam of fright to bis eyes; so Bawksmoor, iu a low tone of voice, told Nigel what little be knew. "I confess I could not believe in the existence of such monsters,'' he said, 'any more than I believed in tbe fablecl sea-serpent. Of course, I am satisfied now that tbe tales related to me by Bhagwau Das and Ali Mirza were true-we have just had ocular proof of that." "Yes, the clearest kind of proof, said Nigel, with a shudder. "That scene will haunt me forever! Are there more than one of tbe monsters in tbe lake?" "There are sairl to be quite a number, Daveuaut. For centuries they have inhabited these waters, and they are regarded as sacred-as the protectors ancl guardians of the monastery. Tbey have claimed numerous victims from time to time, and it seems that years ago Bbagwan Das narrowly escaped being de vourer! by one of the creatures, which accounts for bis mortal fear of them." Nigel shivered again. "It was a frightful-looking monster,'' be said. "I sban 't feel safe as long as we are on tbe lake.'' "B11t the serpent saved us, with the help of the croMdiles." replied Ha wksmoor. "I dou 't mind admitting that we were in a tight place just then. It was a lucky escape--" "At a C'ost of ten lives,'' interrupted Nigel. "It is horrible! A curse seems to folluw us, Hawksmoor. The roll of tbe dead piles up. I can't belp feeling that a terrihle retribution will be exacted of us for all this bloodshed, powerless though we were to prevent it.


990 NAVY We were fools, b oth of us, for venturing into :-lepaul." Haw ksmoor shrugged his shoulders. "C0uld "e be here on a better mission-one more likely to win us the favor and help of Providence?" be asked. "Is Miss Brabazon's life less value tban the lives of these native dogs?" )io, you are right!" 11xclaimed Nigel. I forgot for the moment-my uerves ha, e been unstrung. I would wade through blood to sa\" e Muriel Brabazon. It fairly clrives me mat! to think of her terrible situa-: tion-of w!Jat ber fate may be!" He spoke more pa iouately tbau be inteuderl, and a deep flush crimsoned his clieeks-a sign tuat suddenly revealed a certarn fact to Hawksmoor's keen unud. A hard look came into his eyes, and he glanced furtively, alinost menacingly at NigAl. Just tben Bhagwan Das spoke: "Paddle to the left, sahibs.'' Tuey looked up to see that the boat had rounderl the promontory-betweeu which and the oppositelying shore was a water passage no more than five huudred yards wide-and that whi<'h lay beyond was in plain sight. It was a transformation scene, and Nigel uttered a cry of pleasure. Hue was a much Jargflr portion of tlle lake of Dacca, hemmed in by similar tow ering mountain walls, about three miles wide, and ex tending, to the eye, six or seven miles. It curved indicating a JJrobable further extent of water beyond the rnnge of visiou. Tiny islands, ricbly wooded, were dotted about, and in all directious the cliff barriers fell sheer from a dizzy altitude, and 1Vitb unl..trok e n front. The solitude was impressive-there was no sign of beast, bird, or man. And the wonderful purple coloring was still tbe same; with a sparkling brilliance added by tbe rays of the sun it bathed water, islands and rocky ramparts. Ba wksm0or and Nigel paddled on according to the Hindoo's instructions, and their searchjng eyes soon made an interesting discovery. At one spot only, a mile or more to the left around the curving base of the promontory, there was a dark split from top to bottom of the lofty precipice. And just here a little islaqd, witb white ruins gleaming amid the vegetation, lay close alongside the shore. "Is yonder spot where "Wl are to meet Ali Mirza!" Hawksmoor asked. "Yes; that is the island of the temple," said Bbagwan Das. '"\Ve will come to it presently, sahibs. It is safer to paddle a course close to Janel.'' "And where lies the monastery?" continued Hawks moor, "About fonr miles around yondE>r bend," was the reply; and the Hiudoo pointed up tbe lake. "There is much more water than tlie saiJil>s can see." "Yes, I thought so," muttered Hawks111oor. "Pad dle foster, Davenant; we are late for the appointment. 1 hope Ali Mirza won't di appoint us." Swiftly the boat gli shallow mouth of the gorge-a sort of a ravine, that led back into tbe dark depths between two towering walls of granite, and through which a tiny stream tricklerl over ragged bowlders and amid rank:vegetation and trees m1til it fell splashing into the lake. "This is the appointed place," sairl Bbagwan Das; "hut he whom we seek is not here, sahibs." "Perhars he grew tired of waiting for us," suggested Nigel. "No, something is wrong," said Hawksmoor. "lt looks bad, Daveuant. I am afraid Ali Mirza bas he1;n captnred, and in that event threats and torture would have made bim betrny ns and wrung from bim all that he knew.'' "Good heavens!" exclaimed Nigel. "Do you think it possible--" "Salaam, sabibsl By the gracious favor of Brahma, I am here as I promised.'' The voice was Ali Mirza's, anrl with the words that Jean and wiry little man stepped from a clnmp of busbes to a flat stone at tbe margin of tbe lake. He was breathing bani, as tbough winded and there was a haggard and anxious look ou his stolid features. "Yon are late," Hawksmoor said, curtly, as he paddled the boat to tile stone and climbed out on it witb his C"mpauious. "I was delayed." Ali Mirza answered. "For a part of tbe way from Yoga I feared that I was being fol lowed." "By Jove! And were you?" The Hindoo shook his head. "I must been deceivP.d, sahib, for though I hid myself at tm1es to watcb, I saw no sign of a spy. If there was oue, surely be turned back before I left the !Jill-path to climb down to the lake. But you also are late, sahibs. You h&ve met with danger on the way -I can read it in your faces. ls it not so?" ''It is even so,'' Ea w ksmoor replied: and in a few words be gave an account of the pursuit and of the fate of the teu natives. The gra,ity of Ali Mirza's countenance deepePed as he listened, and his eyes shone with terror when be beard of the great serpent. "You ha 'i'e been mercifuiJy preserverl be said "both on the lake and in tbe mountain' passage-of that figl1t I learned from those who returned alive. B.ut great is your peril now, and I know not what to bu! JOU do. Wa s there but the one boat in pursuit?" "Only the 0ne," said Hawksmoor, "and of tlile crew none surviv e." "You saw no others following?" "No: the lake "as empty as far as the river," mut H.awksmoor. "But have done with this questionrng, Ah Mnza. Tell us the news from Yoga." "Yon shall bear it, sahibs." the Hindoo replied, then I must go back, as I came in baste, lest peril befall m e i;i.nd so .come upon you also. The report may be marle Ill a few words. By cunning l got away after I Jett you, and none suspect tbat I "'as at the Durbar Bouse with those who attacktd tl e Prime Minister. Tbe high priest, Vasbtu, returns this mornrng to the monastery--" "And .Matadeen Alir," broke in Nigel"is he alive?" ''He live,, sahib, and lies now sorely hurt in the town," said Ali Mirza. "He bath hi s senses they but assuredly be will never be a hanrlsorne man again. Auel he is mad for revenge. Already he hn' sent messengers to Katmandu with letters for Pe1siiat1 Singh and he has proclaimed a reward of fifty thousand rupees for your capture." "Fifty thousand rupees!" exclaimed Hawksmoor. "Jo>e, what a tempting--" '' '' interrupted Bbagwan Das, holding up a warnwg banrl: and as be spoke the sharp aud unmistakable snRppiug of dried twigs was beard at no great distance behind tl.10 stone on which the group were standing. CHAPTER XXIJ. ON THE GREAT WHITE ROAD. Bhagwan Das had sba1 p ears, but those of Ali Mirza were sharper. The httle Hindoo had betin tbe first to detect tbe suspicious noise, anrl already, w bile his companions looked at one anotl.Jer in dazed alarm, he had grasped the situation and was prompt to act. A ciangerous light gleamed in his eyes, a.nd a keen bla

ARMY NAVY 991 "By Jove, so tbel10 was a spy dogging you!" said Hawksmoor. T.he roan was just breathing bi5 last, and blood was trickling over his quivering breast. from two ugly w-0uDds near the heart. He was a nnddle-aged native, cantily and poorly clad, unarmed, and with a re-pulsive cast of features. "Do you know him?" "He comes from Yoga, sahib, but he is a stranger to me 01 Ali Mirza replied, as he stooped over the stream to ;inse bis dripping knife anrl to wash some blo:a," Hawksmoor spoke up. "You are right 1 None will dream of seeking for us among those who bear offer ings to-morrow to the priest? of Durg;adev:a; will not even be known tbat we fled in this d1rect1on. Ali Mirza nodded gravely. "Be w disguiser!; all rlepends on that," he sa1ct. "Leave uo trace of your fonding here, and see that you keep in close biding till nightfall. Bhagwa11 Das will guide you to the great highway, and dQ what else is needful." "'Yes. I understand all that," replied Hawksmoor. "And you are prepared to carry out your pal't of the bargain?" "l swear it, by the hoary bead of !" said Ali Mirza. "I will put food and cloth mg for you on the Islaud of the Evil Spirit, which I shall visit on a day in each week to the number of four. H you have not come by then, I will know you are dead." "God williag, we will bring the mem sahib to the island ere a week is past," replied Hawksmoor; "a?d we will look to you to smuggle us across th'3 frontier of Nepaul. If we come not, you will tell our fate to the English in Lower India?" . "Yes, sahib," affirmed the Hmrloo; and 1t was e"1dent that he expected to be called on to fulfil that promise. Hawksrnoor turned to Nigel. "You have bPard all-you understand all,'' be said. It is a perilous quest, Davenant, and the odds aie fearfully against us. I Qfl'er you one more chance withdraw. I daresay Ali Mirza can smuggle you Ill disguise ont of tbe country.'' "Have I given you any reason to thmk that I would turn coward 11t the last?" Nigel asked, resentfully. "I despise anrl reject your offer. I follow you to success or failure. I will save Muriel Brabazon, or I will yield my life in the attempt." "bo be it, my brave and tried comrade," said Hawksmoor. "I knew what your answer would be. The die is cast, and we stand on the threshold of the most daring undertaking man ever t'onceived-two Englishmen pitted against a horde of fanatical priests.'' "But with Heaven and right on our side," Nigel added. Ali Mirza, after a brief and whispered .:onversation with Hawksmoor and Bhagwan Das, disappeared as suddenly as be bad come, taking with him the best wishes of bis companions for a safe return to Yoga. Then the boat was emptied and concealed, a hurried breakfast was eaten, and the little party of three, burdened witb luggage, filed half a mile back into the gloomy ravine. Amid great bowlders they choose a safe shelter, and there, while the day lengthened, they slept the dreamless sleep of exhausted men. It 1vas the first of the three days of ofl'ering-those monthly period; cunuingly ordained in times past by the priests of Durgadeva so that, while they neither did toil nor spin, they might Ii ve like epicures on the fat of the land. The morning was young yet, and the slowly-rising sun beat down fiercely on the great high way connecting tbe sacred town of Yoga aud the mon astery-a road composed of great blocks of white stone and rock cuttings, tbe recently-finished labor of cen turies, built with incredible skill and utter disregard of natural obstacles. Truly a wonderful piece of engi neering I The world bad seen nothing like it, for in comparison tile feats of the ancient Peruvians ruu't have sunk into contempt. By a common understanding the tribute fell each month on the inhabitants of different parts of Nepaul, and so no great uumbers wended their way to the monastery. Again, this was the first day, when the procession was al ways smaller than on the two suc ceeding ones. Singly or iu st'atternd g1oups, under tile fiery beat, the gift .. bearing pilgrim plodrled along tbe sto11e causeway. A few we1e women, a few half-grown children, but the most wer" men of mature years. They werti of every station, these natives of Nepaul humble ryots (farmers) in mean dress, fighting men with l'ed kummerbuncls, itinerant hawkers of mer chandise, head men of villages, zemiudars, or landowners, and a sprrnklrng of Goorkba soldiers. On the topmost coils of their turbans, or under their arms, they bore the gifts inteudert to be laid at the shrine of Durgadeva-fruits, grains, cakes of various kinds, Jiving fowls, haunches of fresbly killed meat, and earthen jars containing the wine of tile country. On they pressed steadily, for at the hour of noon the g11tes would be thrown open to receive them into the court. At a certain place within six miles of tbe monastery, where the massive highway spanned a deep gorge, three men squatted in the shadow of the parapet, as though resting after a lengthy journey in the hot sun. They looked dusty and travel-worn, and their turbans and clothing of wbite muslin, their greased hair and dark, intelligent features proclaimed them to be na tives of an intermediate class. Beside them lay their otl'erings-a tray of fruit, a flagon of wine, and a brace of fowls tied to a stick. For a tin1e the three stolidly watched the motley procession passing by, glancing with disdain at the low-caste ryots and peasants, salaming to tbose of equal rank with themselves, and bowing servilely low wbeu once a native potentate of wealth and import ance shambled Along ou a gorgeously-caparisoned ele phant-a fat haughty-looking man wearing cbain armor and a helmet of Moorish form, and seated in a howdah tbat was covered with cloth of gold and fringect with purple drapery au

("DEAN DUNHAM" was counuenced in No. 10 Back 11n111bers can be from all newsdealers.) CHAPTER XXXVI. HOW THE MYSTERY WAS SOLVED. E r eturn to D enver, where business re quired Dean and Ben Rawson to re main two or th1ee days. Ebeu Jones was too impatient to reach home to bear them compa11y, but started at once for Connecticut. Rawson and Doou securerl a large room in the leadiug hotel, which they ruade their headquarte rs. De11ver was at that time far from beiug tbe handsome city it has siuce becom_e. Society rnixed1 and tl.te who were continually arr1vrng ana de parti11g embracer! all sorts and conditions of men. There was 110 small sprinkling of adventurers, both good and bad, audit was necessary for tbe traveler to be w11ry and prudent, lest he should fall a prey to tuose rJf the latter kind. The second nigLit our two friends retired late, having passed a busy and as it p_rofitable day, for it was on tl1at day Dean efl'ectE>d his purchase of lots already referred to. "I feel faggerl out, Dean,'' said Rawson, as h9 prepared for bed. "I have been working harder than I did at tbe mines.'' "I am tired too but I have passed a pleasant day," said Deau. ''I think I would rather live here tha n at the miues. '' "You can have your choice when you return, but for my part I lik e the mines I prefer the free dom of the niining camp to the restraints of tbe dty." "There isn't n111ch restraint that I can see." "Tbere will be. Fi\"e year s hence Denver will be a compact city. "In that case my lots will have risen in value." "No doubt of it. You bave made a good pur chase. But wbat l was going to say is this. I am so dead tired that it would take an earthguake to wake me. N ow, as y c u know, we have considerable money in the room, besides what we have outside. Suppose <;Orne thief entererl our room in the night!'' "I wake easily," said Dean. "That i s lucky. There's a fellow with a bang-dog look roonis just opposite, whose appearance l rlon't like I have caught bim spying about and watching us closely. I think he is a fte1 our money." "What is his appearance, Ben?" "He bas rerl hair and a red beard. There is something in his expression that lo oks familiar, but I <"an' t place him. I fe e l sure at any rate tbat he is a dangerous man." "I haven't noticed him, Rawson." "I have got it iuto my head somehow that he will try to enter our room when we are asleep.'' "But the door is lo c ked." ''If tbe man is a profesional, b e will be able to get in in spite of that. Now, Dean, I want you to take my revolver and put it under your pillow, t o us e in case it should be neC'essary. Of course you will wake me also in case of a visit. "Very well, Ren." 'fhe two undressed and got into bed Th e re were two beds iu the room, the smaller one being occupied by Dean. Tb is was placerl over against the window, while Rawson's was closer to the door, on the right. Dean, as well as Rawson, was tired, and soon fell asleep. But for so111e r easo n bis sleep was trnubled. H" toss ed about, and dreamed bad dreams. It might ba'e been the con versatiou that had taken place bet" een Rawson aud himself, which shaped the dreams that disturhed him. It seemed to him that a man bad entered the room, and wus rifling Rawson's pockets. The dre1rn1 excited him so much that it awakened him, and 11011e too soon, for there, bending over tbe chair on which Rawson had tbro1.i1 hi s clothes, was the very mttn whom his companion had described. The moonlight tltnt floodt!d the room rev e n led !Jim clearly, with Ids r e d Lair and heard, just a s he had presented himself to Dean in his dreams. Dean rose to a sitting posture, and quietly drew out the revolver from underneath his pillow. "What are you doing there?" he demanded. The intruder started, and, turning quickly, fixed his eyes upon Dean. Re didn' t appear so much alarmed as angry at the lnterruptiun. "Lie down, and keep still, if you know rrhat's good for yourself, kid!'' he said, in a menacing tone. "And let you rob my friend? Not much!" said Dean, boldly. "Lay down those clotLes "When I get ready." "l command you to lay them down!" said Dean, boldly. "I'll wring your neck if you don't keep quiet," said the robbe1, quietly. "Rawson l" cried Dean raisi11g his Yo ice. "Confusion I" muttered the thief, as, dropping his booty he took a step towards Dean's bed. "Look out for yourself!" said Dean, in a tone of warning. "Come nearer and I fire!" Then for tbe first time the intruder noticed that the boy was armed. H e drew back cautiously. Just then Rawson asked sleepily, "What's the mat ter, Dean?" "Wake up, Rawson, quick!" said Dean. Beu Rawson opened bis eyEs, and took in the situation at onC'e. H e sprang from the bed, and placed himself between tbe thief and the door. "Let m e go!" exclaimed the intruder, as be made a dash forward, only_ to be seized by the pow erful miner. "Now let me know who yon a r e, and whethe r you have take n anything," he said, resolutely. "Dean, let u s have some light." The thief struggled to escape, but in vnin. cap tor was stronge r than himself. Dean lighted the gas and both scrutinized tbe thief closely. '!'hen a light flasher! upon Dean. "I know hirn in spite of bis false hair and beard," he said. "It's Peter Kirby." Rawso n puller! off tbe disguise, and Kirby stood re vealed. "Yes, it's Kirby!" he said, doggedly. "What are you going to do with me?" "Put you in the hands of tbe police," answered Rawson, coolly Kirby reu1ainerl silent a moment, and then said:


ARMY .A.ND NA VY 993 "I'll 111ake it worth your while to let me go." "How?" asked Rawson, briefly. '"l'hat boy's uncle was robbed near a year since of a thousand dollars. I can tell him the name of the thief." ''Was it Squire Bates?" asked Dean, eagerly. "1'ill my safety is assured 1 can tell nothiuir." "Cau you euable me to recover the ruo11ey?" "l can. I will bo willing to rnake a statement, and swear to it before a 111agistrate. '' "Is not Squire Bates the head of a gang of rob1.Jers?'' 'I aJ11 not prepared to say. I will do what I agreed." Rawson an1l Dean conferred together briefly, and decided to release Kirby on the terms propost!d. But it wa" necessary to wait till morni11g, and they didn't dare to release him. They tied the villai11 1.Ja11rt and t'oot, and kept him in this condition till daylight. Then they took bim before a magistrate, his statement \\'as written out a11d sworn to, and tbey released hi111. "I wouldn't Lave done this "said Kirby "if Baes bad treated me right; but lie 'bas been work mg against 111e, and I bave sworn to get even." Dean did not trouble himself about Kirby's mo tives, but be was overjoyed to tbiuk tbat through bis meaus the mystery at Waterford bad been solved at last. and his uucle would reco>e1 his property. "Now I shall go home happy," he said to Rawson, "flr I shall carry happiness to my good uncle and a1mt." CHAPTER XXXVII. ADIN DUl'HAl\11$ TROUBLE, Arriving in New York, Deau was tempted to buy a handsome suit of clothes, being fully able to spare tbe money. Rut on second thougbt be contented himself witb purchasing a cheap, 1eady-rnade suit at one of tbe large clothiug stores on the Bowery. He wanted to surprise I.tis uncle and a11nt. Besides, he wished to see what kind of a reception his 011! friends would give him if he appeared iu shabby attire and appare11t pnverty. Hecoulrt Jet tbem kno1v the truth late1 on. Tbe evening before his arri\'al i11 Waterford Adin Dunbam bad auother call from Squire Bates. "Have you got my interest ready, neighbor Dt1n ha111?" be inquired. "No, squire; I can give you a part of it, as I told you tlie other day.'' "That will not answer," said Bates in an uncom promising tone. "I need the money at ouce. Some of my recent investments have paid me poorly, a11d though I woul'said tile squire, handing back tbe letter to tbe carpenter. "He doesn't say whether he bas prospered or not "H he harl he wouldn't be looking for a boy's posi tion in New York." "Very likely you 're right, Squire Bates. It's some thing that he has been able to get home to his friends.'' "Wait till you've seen him," tiaid the squire,. sig nifi<'antly. ''He will probably return borne in rags.'' "Even if be

994 .ARMY I am at home now and can telp Uncle Adin pay it off." "What cau you do?" asked Braudon, mockingly. "That's tbe great question. However I'm in a hurry to get borne, and must leave you. You are kind to be so mncb interiisted in me, Brandon.'' "I'm not interested in you at all.'' Brandon, tartly. Dean laughed and passed on. '"rbat boy's as impudent as ever," soliloquized Brau don. "He'll feel differently on Monday." In the joy of seeing Dean again his uncle and aunt lost sight for a time of their troubles, but after a while Adin Dunham said gravely, "It's well you came borne as you did, Dean, for tbe old home is about to pass from nil'." "How is that, Uncle Adiu?" "Squire Bates is going to foreclose the mortgage. He ofl'ers to buy the place and gi e me eight hundred dollars over nnrl above what I owe bim." "Of course you rleclined?" "It will clo no good. I must yield to necessity." "Squire Bates shall never bave the place," said Dean, resolutely. "Who will prevent it?" ''I will.'' "Rnt, Dean, what power have you? The squire is firmly r esolved." ''So am I." ''But--'' Adin, ask me no questious, but rest easy in the thought that you won't lose your bo111e. Leave the matter in my hands. l'bat is all yon need to do.'' "Sarah, wbat does tbe boy meaJJ?" "He means sornetbiug, Adin. We n.ay as well leave it in his bands as lie asks." "Very well, I y?" asked A din Dunham, hewildered. "I promised 11ot to tell," said Dean. "Was rigb t?" ''Yes, yes, as long as you got the money back.'' Dean receiverl the mortgage back canceler!, an1l something over two hundred dollars lie&ides, wbich he p la ced in bis uncle's hanrls Adiu Dm1harn looked teu years younger, and bis face "as radiant. His joy "as increased when Dean told him how be had p1ospered out West, and gave his nunt five hundred dollar,, re Sdrdng for bim>elf the nrn1aiudAr of the which be I.lad brought home. Two 111ontlls later Dean returned to Denver to find tbnt his lots had co11siderably increased in >alue. Gradually he sold tben1 oft' for twice what he puirl, and e11tered lrnsiness i11 the Queen City of Cnlornrlo. :->quire Bates soon removed from Waterford, and the villagers have heard nothing of h1111 But. Dean could tell tbem tllnt his con11ectiou with the band of 'robber was rliscovered, anrl thnt he is, npon conviction, serving a protrncted term in a Western prison. What bas become of fln:uHlon or his mother is not known to the general puLlic, but it is less thnn a year since while leaving the Denver postotfire, w11s ac costed by a shabbily young ma11 who asked for assistnuee. "Are you not Brandon Bates?" asked Dean, a brief glance. Brnndon was abont to hurry a way, but Dean detaiued hi111. "Don't go," he said. "I a111 glad to help yon,., and be placed two gold eagles in tlJe bnorls of the astonished Brandon. "Come to Ille ngain if you are in need," said Dean iu a friendly ma1111er. "Thank you! 1 didn' t expect this from you," said Brando11. "I tllongbt yon would triumph over me. ' J f I did I shonlrl sbow myself unworthy of the good fnrtnne tl1at has come to me. I wisb yon good luck.'' That was the last Dean bas seen of HrAnrlon. Let us hope tbat he will deserve good lu<'k, aurl attai11 it. Adi11 Dunham still lives, happy in the ro111pan!on sbip of bis good wife, and tbe prosperity of his nepbe". But there is one thing, that puzzles bim. He bas never been able to solve the Waterford mystery. [THE END.)


\L'OP.\ ri.!!:hted, A1ue1ica11 Corpomtio11.) (''TO:ll FEN\\'ICK'S FOR.1UNI: ''was con1111e11t'ed 111 No. 19. Ba<"k 1111rnherR <:a.11 he olitaiued from all 11ewsd('all-rs.1 CHAPTER n AT THE HOME RANCH. sent a shrill whistle echoing through the morning stil111ess. Five minutes later, and Dolly was s111ili11g down at tb.e two friends from her addle-flushed with excitement and presumal1le pleasure. 'I kuew you'd manage it, Phil," site cried, joyfully-holding out her hand _to Tom as she spoke. '' Y 011 can tell me all about i_t, though, as we 1:ide back. Don't be lllake a sple11d1d darky, l\lr. Fen11 .. k?" . "He does indeed,'' laughed Tom. un:w1lhugl,r rel111-quishi11g her browu fingers-" but I wish you d both call me Tolll. 1'111 more used to it. "Very 11ell," was the frankly nuconveutional reply, "it's ever so much easier. But here uni your borseshop on. I shan't feel you're sate till you're both in-. side the rn11cb.'' T11e Ho111e Hunch wbiclt the three riders 1eac .hecl a few minutes later, ;,as a rnost unique looking stl'llc ture. 1'0111 thought it looked more like u fortress thall a dwelling. . Dolly explained as the three rode 111t.o a .wide n1clos11re flanked on either side hy straggh11g out-b111lcl ings, that their home wns origiwlly a snrnll n:onnstery built nenlY a century before by tbe Jesuit fatlwrs, after. the n'1a11ner of those ple11titul ly scatterecl th rough New : ll1exico ancl Lower Califol'llia. Ttie four walls ot "cloby" (adobe) the for111 of a '1Uadra11gl<>-the interior bei11g a pnt10, or cou1-tvard. in true lllexi('a1 sty IA. A sro1:e of dogs-collies, 8t. Berm1rrls, ai1cl ho111 rls rnsherl cut to greet the ne"' arrivals. HaH a

!l96 ARMY AND NAVY It was Phil's l'lear ,-oice. accompanied hy the tink of tha bai1jo >tri11gs. He did not seem excited or ularrneI, or iudeetl in any degree. But Pllil was a curions compound, as those will see who follow this story to its end. Phil's words, whetlier so intended or not, were evi dently ''Come,' sairl Dolly, catching !Jis hand in her own -"leave to rne-1 know what we shall