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N 27 i IMPORTANT NOTICE! i I A NEW SERIAL BY WILLIAM MUR-i i RAY GRA YOO N BEGINS IN TH IS l f i 5 CENTS Clif swung the tiller a second too late; the boat struck th e rock with great forc e. ( "Clif Faraday's Gallantry," Complete In this number )

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,, THE MESS HALL, WEST POINT MILITARY ACADEMY. GRADUATES from West Point have a certain fondness for the gray stone building situated back of the Academic H eadq u arters and Cadet Barracks. Jn that building many happy moments h ave bc;en passed, moments of good cheer and good food. In all the monotony of West Point life, one of the most agre e a ble breaks is the bugle signal which calls the battalion t o mess formation three times daily. Every graduate can l oo k back over his career a t the "Point" and say with truth th a t the very last of the four thousand an d odd times he a nswered that call was just as welcome an d pleasing as the first. The battalion marche s to the H all a nd o n entering takes its place behind the chairs ranged along the tables The command "A Company, t ake seats is given, then the members of A Com pany all sit down promptly. Then comes "B Company, take seats, a nd so on until all are seated Each table has seats for twenty-two persons, and there are a number of tables. The waiters are attentive but they simply bring water, bread, etc. when needed. The cadet corpor a ls do the carving while those cadets at the center of the long tables pour the water. The cadets have seats acco rding to rank, and they always occupy the same seats. First classmen sit near the end called tre he a d of the table, second classmen next,. third, and then fourth cl ass men l ast. Conversation is freely permitted, but no undue levity or noise After the me a l is concluded, the battalion forms again and is dismissed at t h e proper pl ace.

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,..----ARMY AND NAVY. A WEEKLY PUBLICATION FOR OUR BOYS. I s sued wukly. B y s11bsrrip lio11. $.2. ) 0 per year. Entere d as Seco11d.Cla s s [ftfalttr at th e N e w York Post Offia STREET & SMITH. 2J8 W i ll ia m Stru t New Yo rk Cop y r ig hted 18 9 7. E dito r ARTHUR SEWALL D e cember 1 8 ;897. V ol. 1. N o 27. Price Five Cents. CONTENTS OF TffiS NUMBER: Clif Faraday's Gallantry (Comple t e s t ory) Ens i gn Cla rke Fitch, U. S. N Mark Mallory's Bargain (Co m p l e t e s t o r y), Lie ut. Freden c k G arriso n U. S A The Cryptogram (Seri a l), Willi a m Murray Graydo n What the School Bell Says ( p oem) J ames Buckha m A Young Breadwinner (Seri a l ) M at th e w White, Jr. Billy's Desperate Device (Short St ory) Char les E dwa rdes Tom Fenwick's Fortune (Ser i a l), F rank H Conver s e PAGE Editori a l Chat and Corre spon dence Departme nt 129 1 Athletic Sports, D e p a rtm e nt 1 2 9 2 Items of Int e rest all the World Over D epar tment 1293 Ama teur Journali s m D epartment 129 4 Our J ok e L ette rs from Prize Winners A NEW CONTEST. THE results of our previous prize competitions have proved their great popularity among ARMY AND NA VY readers. A new contest is now being prepared, the details of which will shortly be published on this page. Watch for it. 1295 1295

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Gallantry; or, BALKING A CONSPIRACY. By E:risu:ri Cl.a.rke Flit-cl.-,,. U. S. N. CHAPTER I. THE MIDDIES AND THE BULL. "Bet you two dollars you can't ride it, Trolley.,, "He, he! You lose, Clif.,, "I'm willing to take the chance, my boy." "Yon no think I am plenty warm, eh? You no see me steaming.,, "Just listen to that, will you, Trolley's command of American slang is something terri fie. ,, "We are not talking about slang now, Joy. The question is, can Trolley ride that bull. J'ye got a two dollar bill that says he can't. How i.s it, Trolley?" "Y0u just watch me.,, Four lads clad in the picturesaue costumes worn by American naval cadets were leaning over a stone fence enclosing a broad field just outside of St. George's, Bermuda. They were laughing and chatting mer rily, and at the same time watching a large black bull beyond the fence. The animal, a magnificent beast, was returning their gaze with evident curiosity. He stood with head thrown back, tail curved, and one forefoot pawing the earth, sending clouds of dust into the air. He did not appear to be a very safe mount, but to the careless, merry cadets his threatening actions only added zest to the promised sport. "1 say, Clif, I think his bullship is contemplating an attack on us,,, laughed "the fourth member of the party, a slight youngster called Nanny by his shipmates. "That animal all right,,, giggled Trolley. "Him what you call bull-y.,, His three companions groaned dismally at the pun. Trolley himself, who was a Japanese youth admitted to the United States Naval Academy by the conrtesy of the government, enjoyed his remark immensely. Joy, a lad with a funeral cast of countenance and a perpetual which, however, only masked a nature bubbling over with good-humor, snatched the Jap's jaunty cap and sent it sailing into the field. Trolley was not to be outdone. Springing upon Joy before that youth could escape, he performed a like service with his headdress. Both caps struck the earth within a yard of the bull. The animal stalked forward, and after a suspicious sniff at th e two strange objects, pawed at one and sent it into the air. In falling it landed squarely upon o n e of the bull's horns and remained there, dangling like a trophy of victory. The boys cheered and laughed. "That's a direct ehallenge," said Clif. "We can't back out now. Trolley, I'll make the bet three dollars instead of two.'' "What's the matter with having a re g -ular Spanish bull-fight?" suggested Nanny with a burst of enthusiasm. "Not bacl,,, agreed Joy. "You can bet the picadore, Trolley," continued the little cadet. "What that?" "The picador is the man on horseback who sticks the bull with a lance."

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I ARMY AND NA VY 1251 "Where I get horse?" "Ride Joy," laughed Nanny. "He's a jackass, and that's next door to a horse." "What will I do?" asked Clif, entering into the fun. "You can be the matador, who is the star of the whole performance. He ki_Jls the bull and receives the plaudits of the fair ladies. '' "Nanny is getting poetical," sighed Joy. "It's a bad sig1J. It's worse than the measles. If it strikes in, there'll be trouble.,, "What part are you to take, kidlets,,, laughed Clif. "Oh, I'll be the audience. It's the safest place. Now go ahead and start the show.'' "The bnll is ready,'' said Joy, eyeing the animal dubiously. "He looks as if he could givens a pretty good--" He was interrupted by a bellow and the great beast started on a nm for the fence. Coming to a stop within a short distance of the boys, he glared at them as if inviting them to enter. Trolley snatched np a rock, and sent it with a resounding thnmp against the bnll's ribs. "How that for high?" he exclaimed. "Yon no much. "You can't bulldoze us.,, Whether it was the missle or the pun that caused it, anyway, the bull made a for the fence, bringing 11p witli a crash against the firm stone barrier. The four cadets, rather startled, beat a hasty retreat. Clif was tlie first to come to a halt. He glanced back at the enraged animal, which was making efforts to paw the fence down, and laughed. "I say, chums," he called out. "V/e are pretty naval officers, running from the enemy like that. Trolley, yon yellow rascal, come back here and perform that feat of bnllmanship you pro1i1ised us.'' The Japanese yo11th rejoined Clif with a doubtful shake of his head. ''I guess I pay yon the bet, and take no chances," he said. "Mv 'neck worth more than that." -"But maybe you won't got it in the neck," grinned Nanny, comi11g 11p. "Especially if you are trying to beat him back to the fence. "He may get it in the bul-warks," be-gan Joy with a sigh, but a collision with Clif's toe stopped him short in the midst of the perpetration. "I no leave my cap anyway,,, declared TrolJe, after a brief consideration. "I mine,,, said Joy. "It's my muster cap, and there aren't any more on board--'' "Small enough,,, finished Nanny with a chuckle. "It's getting late, fellows,,, said Clif, glancing toward the western sky. "We've got a dinner on at the hotel for six, and then I pron1ised to see the parade at the barracks. The English troops stationed here in Bermuda are worth seeing." "They can't do any better than the cadets on board the old Monongaheila," answered Nanny, with creditable patriotism. "\Vhen the commander of the forces here saw us drilling yesterday on board, he was amazed and delighted." ''That's where he showed his good taste," sighed Joy. "But what are we going to do about this bull?" "I teli you, chums," sudde1ily spoke up Cl if. ''If you want your caps, I'll hol
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1252 ARl\IY AND NA YY with bright, sparkling eyes, immediately drew rein on seeing the cadets. Standing up in the vehicle she waved her whip at Clif and called out in a silvery voir::e which contained a note of alarm : "Be careful, sir. That bull is very dangerous.'' Clif glanced back on hearing the warning and raised his cap. As he did so the powerful black brute made a sudden rush at him. When he reached the spot, Faraday wasn't there, however. He had stepped aside as coolly as if on parade. As the bull charged past, the daring lad reached 011t and grasped the animal's flying tail with both hands. "Get your caps," he called out with a merry laugh. "Quick! I can't hold him more than a week.'' The last word came in a gasp as he was dragged, irresistalby after the maddened bull. A shriek came from one of the fair spectators; then as the cloud of dust settled slightly laughter burst from the lips of all. Sitting astride the galloping animal's haunches, was Clif, gaily waving one hand and still clutching the-tail with the other. CHAPTER II. LORNA DAY. Round and round the field went the novel pair, then as the bull neared the fence for the thircl time, pawing and bel lowing and snorting with fear and rage, Clif made an agile leap and scam bled over the stone barrier. "I'll thank you for that money," he laughed, holding out his hand to Nanny. "Well, you certainly deserve it," gasped the little c<.clet admiringly. Joy and Trolley, who had succeeded in securing their caps, somewhat the worse for wear, looked rather sheepish. "I believe you would buck a tornado if you felt like it," sighed the former. "The next time I have any money to bet, I'll take your end of it." "If yon live in my country, you be emperor," said the Japanese youth. "You one Jack-dandy from way-front "Still twisted, I see," laughed Farraday. "Trolley, you'll have to pronounce yoJr sentences backward hereafter like Chinese writing." He turned to the carriage and approached with head uncovered. 'l'l1e strong glance of admiration he gave the fair occupants caused them to blush i11voluntarily. "I am greatly obliged for the warning you gave me," he said, "but it came at a time when I had made up my mind to a certain action. A small wager between my friends there and myself compelled me to carry out my original intention." ''It wasavery foolish act," replied the fair driver. "That bull is known throughout Bermuda as the most dangerous animal in all these islands. It lias killed a man." "And wanted me to become its second victim," smiled Clif. "I am sorry I dis appointed his bullship." "You are a brave young man," said the girl, calmly, "but you won't reach an elderly age if you do not acquire mo! e '' Clif stared at her in open-mouthed wonder. The other girl smiled, and a snicker came from the little group of cadets behind him. "I am more snrprised at your utter foolhardiness, seeing that you are an American naval cadet," continued the young lady coolly flecking a gnat fr o m the horse';; flank. "I always understood that Yankees were cautious. Aren't vou a Yankee?" Clif gasped for breath. To be "called down" in such a manner by a girl was an absolutely new experi-. ence for him. His face was so blank that the gir laughed merrily. "I don't believe you are-a Yankee," she added. "I have met lots of pe op le from the United States, and they never lost their tongues while with me." That re<;tored Clif's power of speech in a jiffy. He heard Joy and the others chuckling back of him, and he resolved to show them that he could not be route d by a mere.slip of a girl. "You will pardon me if I presume to differ from you," he said with a low bow. "But I can well believe that my countrymen would find it impossible to speak in your presence. You remember the old Jines:

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.ARMY .AND N .A VY 1253 'The face so lovely stilled my speech. I silent stood enraptmed; With eyes I tried her love beseech And forthwith was I captured!' Now under those circumstances can you find fault with me for being mute?" "You have certainly redeemed yourself," la11ghec1 the girl, taking up the reins, "and I m11st confess that I admire your courage in facing that bnll even if it was a foolhardy act." She called to the horse, but as she drove off, Clif asked courteously but with an eagerness he could not repress: "Please grant me one favor before you go-.,, "Why?" replied the young lady, calmly. "As a partial return for giving me an unpleasant half rninute." "Yon plead well. What is it?" The handsome young cadet hesitated, then after a moment he exclaimed boldly: ''Tell me your name.'' "I'll take it all back," replied the airl with a merry rippling laugh. "You a;e a Yankee." "Thanks. That is a compliment. The name, please.'' "Mary Ann O'Tuole." "That's a story, and it is not nice for very young girls to tell stories. Try again, please.'' -This cool remark brought its reward. The you::ig lady started the horse again, but float1ng back came the words: "Lorna Day." Clif made a sweeping bow after the carriage, then he turned to his companions with a q11izzical expression upon his handsome face. "First time I ever came near striking my colors," he laughed. "The broadsides fired by that saucy clipper almost sunk me. Isn't she a beauty?" "Peach," murmured Joy. "She one lulu," exclaimed Trolley, entb11siastically. "She more pretty than basket of apples." Little Nanny eyed Clif reproachfully. "I arn ashamed of yon!" he sa id sadly. "Yon haven't anv more sense than a catfish. Every girl yo n meet gets you on a string. It was Tess Herndon at the Academy, and J11anita Windoni at Lisbon, and now yon must chase after another in Bern111rla. Von make me tired." "Wait until you are a little older, kid lets," laughed Clif, winking at Joy, "and you'll see something in a girl, too. If it wasn't for the girls, bless 'em, life wouldn't be worth living.'' N an11 y muttered something a bout "fools" and "flirts" and set off down tlie road with his nose in the air. The other cadets followed him, busily discussing the charms of the fair Bermuda belle. The bull gave them a parting-bellow as they left t11e vicinity of the field. It was fully three miles to St. George's, whither they were bound, but the merry did not mind the walk. They had left the United States Naval Academy practice-ship Monongahela that morni11g on pleasure bent, and like all boys on a lark they were ready for anything. The Mcnonaghela was homeward bound from the aunual summer crnise, and had put into the Bermuda lsla11ds for the put pose of giving her crew of naval cadets a run ashore. Clif Faraday, Joy, Trolley a11d Na1111y were prospective members of the new fomth class . They had entered in May, two months previous, and had not, as yet, acquired any particular ratlng. That fact did not bother them, how ev::r, as they strolled arm in arm clown the dusty conntry road. Clif broke into a song and the others joined in the rollicking chorus with a vim that brought wondering faces to the doors of the cottages and farm ho11ses scattered along the road. In time suburbs of St. George's were reached. Be corning more decorous, the four cadets made their way to the rnai n street. Here they divided into two parties, Trolley and Nanny proceeding to the water front, and Clif and Joy walking on to the hotel. "For goo(1ness' sake, aon't go making a chnmp of yourself with that ginger haired girl, Clif," called back the little plebe anxiously. Clif waved his hand. "I'll look ont for that, youngster," he replied gaily. "l wouldn't mind meeting lier again," he added to Joy. "Even if she did call me down. Gorry those blue eyes looked

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!254 ARMY :NAVY clear through me. How old do you think she is?" "Oh, bother. Let's talk about something else," was the lanky cadet's dis couraging reply. "Here's the hotel. Let's eat dinner and go over to the barracks. Dress parade at seven you know.'' Five minutes later the two were seated in the hotel di11ing-room awaiting the appearance of their dinner. The place was well-filled, a majority of those pn;sent bei11g officers from the English military barracks and the naval vessels in the harbor. Seated at a table next to that occupied by Clif a11d Joy were two young army second lieutenants, the insignas upon their collars indicating that they belonged to the Colonial artillery. They were deep in a conversation and did not look up when the two cadets sat down. Clif gave them a careless glance, noting that one wore a slight budding mustache and the other a smooth face, then he began to talk with Joy. Suddenly, while in the midst of a remark, he heard one of the English officers mention a familiar name-a name that Clif had heard for the first time that clay. CHAPTER III. THE PLOT. It was the lieutenant with the smooth face who had used t:1e name, and he seemed to be laboring under some excitement. ''It's a risky business, I know, Ro mayn," he said, raising his voice, "but, confound it, man, the game is worth the canrlle. There's not a prettier girl in the British empire than Lorna Day. "Is it beauty yon are after, Fitz James?" queried the other, with an un pleasant laugh. His companion flushed and tapped nervously upon the table. "Don't be personal," he replied. "Yon know how I am situated, and old Man Day's money would help me out wonderfully, but I swear I love the girl." "Do you think she loves yon?" "No. But I can make her." "Not by abduct--" Fitz.Tames thrnst out one hand and placed it over his companion's month, at the same time glancing toward Clif and Joy. The two cadets had heard all, but they were shrewd enough to appear entirely unconscious. Clif was gazing abstractedly through an open window, and Joy had his eyes fixed 011 the table cloth. Both were apparentiy in a profound stndy. Clif-a clever actor-suddenly looked at the lanky cadet and said in a matter-offact voice: "That's right, old fellow, Wilson did make a mistake. The cadet-captain told me so. You see, it was this way: Wilson was aloft overhauling the topsail halLiarcls, and when the order came from the first luff--" He ended with a smile of satisfaction. He had seen, from the corner of his eye, the two English officers turn away with every evidence of relief. There was a moment of silence then the conspirators resumed their conversa tion, but in a lower tone. "Say something now and then while I listen," whispered Clif, eagerly. "We are on the track of a plot to abduct that girl we met in the country." Joy began a desultory description of some imaginary incident on board, and Clif bl!nt all his energies to learn further details of what he realized was a foul con spiracy. He tilted his chair back and slowly rocked to and fro. He strained every nerve to hear, but was rewarded only by an occasional word. One in particular, however, sent the blood coursing swiftly throngh i1is veins. It was "to-night!" Conld it meRn that the two sconnclrels intended to carry ont their plan at once? Clif was not ordinarily an excitable youth, bnt, jnst now he felt strangely disturbed. The memory of Lorna Day's piqnant face returned to him. Their little passageat-arms had only served to increase the lad's interest-an interest and a
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ARMY NA VY 1255 the best plan? Notify her, of course, and at once. Clif half smiled to think that he ueed ask himself such a question. It would be the simplest thing in the world to balk the conspiracy. A few words to the girl's family, and the rascals would be caught red-handed. It was so easy that Clif found himself glancing at the occupants of the neighboring table almost pityingly. The waiter appearing with the cadet's dinner interrupted proceedings. Joy and Clif tried to eat, but they were too excited. They kept watch of the two lieutenants, and when at last they rose to go, the cadets could hardly keep their seats. They beard the smooth-faced officer mutter to his companion as they passed: "Yankees from the training.:ship having a l::i.rk a.shore." "We'll show you a lark before we are through with you,'' growled Joy below his breath. "We'll cook your goose for you, my bold abductor." Romayne and FitzJames seemed in nu hurry to leave the dining-room. They stopped here and there to speak to other officers, and spent at least ten minutes reaching the door. In the meantime Clif and Joy had been eagerly discussing the situation. "I can scarcely believe it possible that such a thing could even be imagined at this end of the century,'' said the former. "It is incredible. Fancy two English army officers abducting a girl for the purpose of marriage." "And she doesn't like that fellow, either," growled Joy, eyeing the object of his indignation. "The one with the mustache said so. It's a daring scheme to obtain money." "It is evident they expect her father would not care to raise a scandal. They rely on that. Well, we will fool them. It means dismissal from the senice." "And State's prison.'' "Serve 'em right. Confound their picters, I wish they would go." "I would like to kno.w more of their scheme," said Cl if, reflectively. "It would be fvn to let them almost succeed and then step in.'' "Ourselves?" "Yes." Joy reached over and clasped Clif's hand. Grasping it heartily, he exclaimed: "By Jake! Let's do it, chum. 1t'll be a great feather in our caps. Our names will be i11 all the papers as the brave and gallant Yankee middies who at the peril of their lives, etc., rescued a lovely maiden from the bands of two deep dyed --" "They .have gone," interruted Clif, rising to his feet. Come, we must follow them. '' It was still daylight when they left the hotel. The street outside was thronged with people, it being the favorite ho11r for promenading. Romayne and Fi tzJ a mes had turned toward the milit
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1256 ARMY AND NAVY "No, not in St. George's." "Not in St. George's?" Clif was startled. Such an outcome of bis questioning was entirely unexpected. "Does he live in the country?" he asked eagerly. "No. He has a fine place on Odent Island out on the opposite side of the bays. It's a good two hours sail from here. Do you wish to see the judge?'' "No, that is, yes. I have important ''I am not afraid of the dogs and spring guns," replied Clif impatiently. "I must see Judge Day to-night." "If it's simply a message you might send it by his daughter." "Where is she?" queried Cl if, as quick as a flash. "She was here a while ago; said she intended to leave the long wharf--" "Where is it?" hastily asked the cadet, starting toward the door. CLIF SWUNG THE TILLER A SECOND TOO LATE ; THE BOAT STRUCK THi] ROC K WITH GREAT FORCE ( page 1262). business with him. How can I get there to-night?" druggist stared at him in evident surpnse. "If 1t ain't a matter of life and death you'd better wait until morning, sir," he replied dubiously. "The judge is a very eccentric old fellow and he doesn't like to receive callers after dark. He keeps dogs and spring guns, and watchmen who .. shoot first and ask. questions afterward." ''Down at the end of this street,'' he heard the proprietor say as he passed out of the store almost at a run. It had grown dark with the suddenness of that latitude, and Clif realized with regret the length of time he had spent in the drug store. "Perhaps those two scoundrels have slipped past Joy," he muttered. "It wonk! never do to permit them to escape from us.''

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ARMY A J_i) NAVY 1257 He found the wharf deserted save by a watchman who was idly swinging his lantern from a seat near the shore end. He rose as Clif dashed up, and barred his way, asking curtly: "\Vhert! are you going, sir?" "I want to s e e Miss Lorna Day," the cadet replied, hurriedly. "I was told she would take a boat here and--" "She is gone these ten minutes. She left in her fatl1er's launch." "111 her father's lannch !" echoed Clif. "Was he with her?" "No; only the man running it; it's a naptha launch, yon know, and Miss Ada Claire, Miss Lorna's friend. Why, what is the matter? Anything important?" Clif shO'ok his head and muttered some excuse, then he left the wharf. He wished time to think over the new developments. "This complicates matters considerably," he mused. "I am afrai
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1258 ARMY AND NA VY practical experience in boat drill had taught them confidence in their own skill. The might was extremely dark, it being that bldck hour before the rising of a full moon. Borne on the breeze from the town came strange noises, cries, a rattle of wagon wheels, occasional bursts of music from the military band. The scent of many flowers !1eavy with semi-tropical perfume filled the air. In front of the boat rose a wall of gloom only pierced by the periodical flashes from a revolving light at the en trance to the bay. It was like sailing an abyss of blackness-like voyaging a la Columbus into unknown seas. Joy, after attending to the sail, crept forward and began a careful watch for signs of the launch or the lieutenant's boat. Clif, aft at the tiller, also maintained a vigilant lookout, but his thoughts were busy as well. He was not altogether easy in his mind. He could not help feeling that it would have been better to have notified the authorities at once instead of assuming the responsibility themselves. Clif Faraday's intelligence was above the average. It was that which had placed him at the head of the new cadets, and had made him so successful in defeating the upper classes in their many attempts at fiazing. Not yet three months in the Academy he had by 111s manly ways and shrewdness made himself a favorite among the officers from the down to the lowest ensign. This reputation was peculiarly pleasing to the handsome young plebe, and it may be that it had some weight npon his present action. It is needless to say that the desire to aid such a charming gid as Lurna Day also had something to do with it. It was now too late to turn back anyway. It was possible that, at that very moment, the naptha launch was being attacked, for Clif believed it was the lieutenant's plan to seize Miss Day before she could reach Orient Island. He leaned forward and peered eagerly into the dark wall before them. "See anything, chum?" he called out. "Not a durned thing. n ''We ought to be near them. This craft sails like a witch." "I say, Clif." ''Yes.'' "What are we going to do when we catch up with them?'' "That's a nice question, chum. What do yon think?" There was silence for a moment, then a chuckle sounded forward, followed by the words: "Yon know I am always in favor of peace, don't you?'' ''Bosh! There's not a plebe in the service more ready for a scrap than you. You would risk your commission for a fight. Now stow it." "That's a base libel," protested the lanky youth in an injured tone. "Here I am always holding out olive branches )) "You mean hickory clnbs "And you fellows insist that I am a regular fire-eater. It':; a durned shame. By Jake! some day I'll break out and lick the packing out of a dozen of you fellows just to prove that I am a man of peace. If I was a scrapper like you I'd--" "Sh-h quiet. I heard something." Clif glanced off the port beam and half rose from his seat. A noise like the rattle of a tiller rope had come through the gloom from that direction. Suddenly a cough was heard, then a girl's voice broke into the stillness of the night with a merry laugh. "What a charming adventure this is, Rene. I've j 11st been longing for something to happen and now the launch is broken down.'' A half-supressed exclamation came from Clif. The launch broken down! What a stroke of Providence! "We'll defeat them after all," he said, exultantly, bearing hard on the tiller. "Romayne and FitzJames have missed He was interrupted by a slight crash and a scream. Then came a hoarse jumble of voices and the grinding of boat against boat. "Sheer off there!" shoouted an angry voice. "Can't ye see where ye are going? Sheer off!" "Keep still, you fool!" grated another,

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ARMY AND NA YY 1259 whom Clif and Joy instantly recognized as that of Fi tzJ am es. "If you make a sound Jill put a bullet through yon. Romayne, tend to him while I have a word with Miss Lorna." "What's the meaning of this outrage, Lieutenant FitzJames ?" came indignantly from Lorna Day. "Are you crazy?" "No, not crazy, but in love," was the impudent response. "I have something to tell you, Lorna, and--" "How dare you speak to me in this manner, sir? Leave this launch at once. Peter, drive them away." ''Peter had better keep his hands clear if he knows what is good for him. Now, Miss Lorna, it is useless for you to create a scene. I am here for a purpose and I mean to carry it out. You can raise no end of a row and it won't help you. You are at our mercy--" "Not mnch," came in clear tones from the darkness. "We have something to say a bout that; eh, Joy?" The next moment a sailboat, skilfully handled, shot alongside the launch, and Clif leaped over the gunwale directly in front. of the astounde
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1260 .ARMY NAVY now eager, and there were traces of ac t11al joy about the mouth. "Stop there!" he shouted. "If you take another step I'll bust your nose!" Romayne was a powerf11lly built youth. and he possessed his full share of brute courage. For answer he fairly threw himself upon the lanky cadet and wound both arms about his waist. Then, before Joy could offer resistance or fairly realize what had lrnppened, he found )limself lifted bodily and dropped over the side. The sound of the heavy splash had barely ceased echoing when with a leap, Romayne was at FitzJames' side. Lifting a bar he had snatched from the bottom of the launch, he brought it down with stunning force upon Clif's head. The lad dropped like a log and lay motionless with his curly head almost at Lorna's feet. There was no sound from the other girl. She had fainted. Not so Lorna. She was made of stern er stuff. "You murderer!" she cried in ring ing ones. "You have killed him." Hastily lowering the lantern she knelt by Clif's side and lifted his bleeding head into her lap. The handsome face showed white and ghastly in the yellow glare. The eyes were partly open, but there was no ex pression of life in them. "\Ve must get out of this," muttered FitzJames, hoarsely. ''Where?'' queried Romayne, in a voice that tremble
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ARMY AND NA VY 1261 fruit. The constant use of water, and perchance the touch of her deft hands, had brought Clif from unconsciousness to a knowledge of the condition of affairs. Lorna's wit had told her that their chances of escape from the two officers, whose foul designs she was now fully aware of, depended upon this handsome American cadet. She watched his recovery care!J,1lly and succeeded in placing him in full possess ion of the existing facts without arousing FitzJames' suspicions. By the time the launch 's bow had grated on the sands of the little inlet, Clif was prepared to hattle for his fair companion's safety once more. He "played possum" however, and pretende<'l to be insensible, thinking wisely that opportunities would favor him better under that condition. Romayne sprang ashore and fastened the painter to a rock near the water's edge, then he returned on board and the two conspirators calmly prepared to spend the hours intervening before dawn. "It's i1seless to search for the cave now," growled FitzJames. "We'd break our necks in one of the pits." The long hours dragged slowly. Ro mayne and FitzJames smoked, and dis cussed affairs in low tones. Rene recov ered at last and after a series of shrieks finally conclnded that her life was not demanded immediately. Presently as the first faint rays of the coming dawn appeared above the eastern horizon, FitzJames rose to his feet and said curtly: ''Come; we '11 get to the cave. If that Yankee cadet hasn't regained conscious ness yet, Romayne, make Peter and the other fellow carry him. But fit:st see if he is shamming.'' CHAPTER VI. "THERE IS J\IANY A SLIP--" Turning to Lorna he touched her on the arm and added in a softer voice: "You will pardon me if I ask you to accompany me to the cave. I regret the necessitv--'' "Do speak to me, sir," interrnpted Lorna, scornfully. "I am in your power, unfortunately, and must yield to force, but I tell you now, Lieutenant Fitz-James, yon will surely suffer for this out rage. You must be crazy to think you can act like this with impunity." Clif, looking through his half-closed eyes saw the young officer brush one hand across his forehead. The desperate expression upon his face deepened. "I am not crazy, Miss Day," he re plied, almost humbly, "but I soon will be, I guess. It will be my love for you that'll do it." "Your love for me!" There was an emphasis on the last word which admitted of no mistake in its meaning. FitzJames staggered as if struck. His face pale
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1262 ARMY AND NA VY ously. Joy, snatching the club he had mentioned, gave the snrprised Romayne such a blow across the face that the ar tilleryman was sent headlong from the launch to the sandy beach. At the same moment Clif fairly leaped upon FitzJames. He knew that the lieu tenant was armed with a revolver, and that he must not be permitted to draw it. Completely taken by snrprise, Fitz James offered no immediate resistance, and Clif's onslaught sent him feeling backward over the gunwale. He fell with a loud splash into the shallow water of the little inlet. Before :ie could rise Clif was upon him again. By that time Joy had finished his man. With a whoop he sprang to his friend's aid. Totally forgetting the fact that he was endangering his reputation for "peace," the lanky cadet ga,e Fitz James a thnmp with his club that made him see stars. Then the two lads calmly proceeded to bind him in such a manner that he was thoroug)lly helpless. Lorna and Rene had watched the proce'!dings with mingled hope and fear. When it. was finally settled, the latter fairly overwhelmed Clif and Joy with (Jraise and thanks. "We owe more than our lives to you," said Lorna, simply, "and it will not be forgotten.'' "I hope we will not be forgotten," replied Clif, gallantly. "As for what we have done, it was only what any man would do. ow let us get away from here as quickly as possible."Joy tried to get Peter to examine the launch's engines, but the old man was still dazed and helpless. They were compelled to abandon the idea of repairing the macT1inery, and to trust to the sail boat. The latter was a very small craft, not capable of carrying the whole party, so it was decided to leave the two lieutenants behind. "They'll be here when the police come for them,'' said Clif, grimly, as he as sisted Lorna into the boat. Five minutes later little party of five were sailing gayly from the inlet. Joy waved his hand toward the prostrate officers and condolences in a cheerfu 1 voice. Shark Island was the last of a chain extending to the mouth of St. George's harbor. There were at least a score in group, the majority bei11g of small size. Cl if soon made the rather annoying dis that he did not k uow the way back to the harbor, Lorna and Rene were al o ignorant. "We'll have to sail on and trust to luck," decided the young leader. "It must be somewhere in that direction." "Try a turn around that island ahead," suggested Joy. "We may see something." This was done, but on passing the island in question the party found itself more mixed than ever. It req11ired several tacks to get out of the cul-de-sac thus entered, and it was fully a half-hour before a clear course was again reached. Suddenly, while the boat was skirting the shore of a wooded islet, Rene gave a little scream and pointed to a tria-ngular shaped object rapidly approaching. It was the dorsc.l fin of a monster shark. In much less time than is taken in the writing, the great brute was within a few feet of the boat. Somewhat startled, Clif turned the craft away and was on the point of going abo11t when a sharp cry of warning came from Joy, who was in the bow. "Hard over! liard over, or we'll be on a reef!" Cl if sw11ng the tiller a second too late; the boat struck the submerged rock with great force and amid the sound of rend ing timbers, capsizea. At the same moment a naptha launch shot from behind a rocky islet a short distance away. It contained two persons, Lieutenants FitzJames and Romayne. The former was standing in the bow with a revolver grasped in his right hand. As he caught sight of the cap.sized craft he cried, exultantly. "There they are! there they are! Hur rah! we've got them again!" (THE END.) The sequel to this story, entitlecl "Clif Faraday's Triumph; or, A Haro Earm:d Victory," will be publishecl in the next 11umber (28) of Army and Navy.

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Mark Mallory's Bargain ; OR, The Story of the Stolen Treasure. By Lie"t.1t. Frederio:h:: Garriso:ri, u. s. A. CHAPTER I. WATCHING 'HE TREASURE. "Any news yet?" "Nothing. I guess they're waiting till night to move it.'' "Do yon suppose they knew the burglars were after it last night?" "No, I don't. They haven't the least idea of it, I'm sure. I heard Bull Harris talking about it this afternoon." The speakers were cadets at the West Point Military Academy, members of the new foarth, or "plebe" class. There were seven of them altogether; they were waiting for a summons to drill and sitting in one of the tents of the summer encampment of the corps. The cadet who was answering the questions was a stnrdy, handsome lad about eighteen years of age, Mark Mallory by name. He had jnst entered the tent as the conversation before mentionec began. "Bull Harris will never get that treasure away from us," he continued. "That is, not unless he has more sens" than I think he has. Bull is a yearling, and he is busy all day, nearly the same as we; so I think he'll try to move it at night. We can watch him then, and stand a fair show to get it back. You see it was only night before last last that he stole it from onr cave, and I think he's pretty sure we haven't found it out yet. We've been careful not to awaken any suspicions." "Keerful !" echoed one of the others, Jeremiah Powers, the ex-cowboy from Texas. "Durnation, I don't see whar the keerful part is. We stole ever thar to the hotel last night an' went up to the room and tried to run off with it. An' ef somebody hadn't a seen us, we'd a had it, too.'' "Bull Harris has small idea that those desperate burglars were hi'S old plebe enemies the Seven Devils,"' laughed Mark. "I heard him talking about the bmglars to the cadets this morning. He said he thought they had come up from Highland Falls and--" The conversation was cut short just then by the rattle of a drum, which caused the plebes to spring up and hustle out of the tent in a hurry, to "fall in" for the morning drill in evolutions, which ended the plotting, for that bom at least. The Seven Devils, to which Mark Mallory had alluded, was a secret society gotten up among West Point plebes for the purpose of preventing hazing, a pur pose which by this time they had practically achieved. The treasure about which there had been so much trouble was a cl1est of five dollar gold pieces, acciden tally found by them in a cave back in the mo1Jntains. They had left it there a while, not knowing how to remove it; in the interim a member of the yearling class had happened upon the spot and that was the last the seven had seen of their gold. This yearling was "Bull" Harris, al ways their drea