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i i : : i Two Thrilling Cadet Stories of Adventure afloat and ashore complete in this number. ... : i : 5 CENTS "We will settle that question once f o r all, Faraday," exclaimed th e crazy lieut ena nt ("A Strange Cruise i or, C lif Faraday's Last Resort by Ensign Clarke Fitch U.S.N. Complete in this number )

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THE RIDING HALL WEST POINT MILITARY ACADEMY

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ARMY AND NAVY. A WEEKL:Y PUBLICATION FOR OUR BOYS. l swrd wcrkly. By mbscn'plion. $2.50 pu .Year. Eutend as SC'cond-Ciass [NTall e r at the Ne'w York Po1t Uijtlc S7REET & SM/7H, 218 Wrlliam Street. Nr
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A STRANGE CRUISE; CHAPTER I. A JOKE AND CONSEQUENCES. "By Jake! that must be a whopper!'' "Dismal" Joy awoke with a start eagerly peered over the rail of the schooner yacht Fleetwing. He held grasped in both hands a stout fishing line and, from the peculiar downward jerk of the cord, it was evident he "had a bite." "What's the matter, chum?" called a voice from the other side of the deck. "Come here, Clif. Quick! I've got the fish of my life. Whew! it's a whale at the very least. Quick!" Clif Faraday, looki11g very cool and contented in his white uniform, sauntered lazily across the deck. There was an amused smile upon his handsome face. "Don't have a spasm, chum," he draw led. "There are as good fish in the sea--'' "Confound your quotations," interrupted Joy, excitedly. "Lend me a hand, will you! Qnick, catch hold here." Just then there came an extra tng and the line whizzed through his fingers. He caught the end just in time, and hastily belayed it to the rail. Turning an appealing face to his companion, he cried reproachfully: "If you don't help me, Clif, I'll 11ever forgive you. Here I have been fishing for o r, ClH Faraday's Last Reso rt. two lllortal l10urs and this is the first sign of a bite. GiYe me a hand, chum." Clif, un11oticed by Joy, tapped upon the deck with the heel of his boot, then he went to the anxious fisherman's assistance. "Now a long pull and a strong pull," he exclaillled. "Yo, yo! yo ho-o! Heave l10-o-o! Up she cotnes." And up "she" did come with a sud denness that sent Joy tumbling backward to the deck. Clif, strange to say, escaped the fall. when "Dismal" Joy sat up, ruefully rubbing his head, his gaze lighted upon the fish. And what a fish! It was not three inches long-in fact, a common ordinary everyday fresh water smelt! "Wh-wh-what's th-that ?" he stuttered, his eyes almost starting from their sockets. "Ha! ha! ho! ho! ho! that's youryo!Jr whale!" gasped Clif, leaning against the railing and holding his sides. "You've caught the very one that swallowed Jonah Ha-a! ha The steersman at the wheel was so convulsed with laughter that he almost brought the yacht aback. Ensign Dudley, who hr:1d the deck, was also highly amused at the sc e ne, and in his enjoyment he forgot to rebuke the

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.ARMY AND NAYY 15:19 two naval cadets for their unseemly breach of discipline in making a "circus" within the sacred precincts of the quarter deck. "Dismal" Joy rose to his feet in a rage. lt is not altogether pleasant for one to find that he has been made the victim of a practical joke. There is something in the jeering laugh which follows such a perpetration that jangles the chords of a man's good nature. Ancl Joy's "chords" were very badly jangled just then. Otherwise he would 110t l1ave been wrathy against Clif Para\ daY, his steadfast chum, and the lad he arln1ired and revered more than any other on earth. lt was an innocent joke Clif had playecl. He had watched Joy dozing peaceful1y with the motionless line in his hand for some time, and he thought it would be a pity to see him go umewardecl. \ sly tip to the sailor acting as cabin steward had caused that individual to fasten a smelt brought from sbore the previous day to Joy's hook, the line of which dangled temptingly near oue of tl!e after cabin deadlights. And now Dismal was hopping mad! "You may think that was a very clever trick, Faraday," he snorted, doubling his fists. "But I want you to understand that I'll not let any person make a fool of me. "It was only a joke, chum," expostulated Clif, soothingly. "Joke be hanged. By Jake! I won't have it," sputtered the enraged lad, ad\'ancing with clinched fists extended. Clif stared at him in amazement. \Vas it possible he meant to fight? Could this be the mild, easy -going, good-natured Joy? "Why, chum," he began, then he sprang lightly to one side. The lanky cadet had aimed a blow at him! After that events took place rapidly. Ensign Dudley had gone forward to give an order, and the quarter deck was clear wit}1 the exception of the man at the wheel, who had 110 intention of interferi11g in such an affair between two naval cadets. Clif lost little time in making up his mind. He was not the least bit angered at Joy's action. He knew that the lad was beside himself with rage, and that if given time he would recover. "I'll play him out and Jet him cool down," ht 1pu ttered as he dodged another blow. Watching his chance he gave an agile spring and threw both of his sinewy arms about Joy's body. Then step by step he forced him back against the cabin compamonway. The lanky plebe was strong, but he was no match for Clif. The latter's muscle's, lJardened oy constant athletic exercise, allowed him to hold Joy despite his furious struggles. "Steady, chum, steady," said Clif, smilingly. "This isn't like you. Why, Joy, would you strike me, your old friend and shipmate, because of an innocent joke. Just think it over, that's a good fellow." "By .Take! you hadn't any right to play a trick on me, Clif," expostulated Joy, showing signs of yielding. "I don't like to be lat1ghed at any more tha"n yon.'' "I am sorry, chum. I di
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l:'i.J.O AmfY AND AVY moment, then passed one hand wearily across his forehead and added in a softer tone : "I can't sleep below, boys. It is so hot and the beat of the waves against the side plays such a mournful tune that I must listen." With that he turued and slowly descended the compa111on ladder to the cabin. Clif and Joy exchanged glances. There was ;1 thoughtful lo o k in the former's eyes, and a certain compressionof the lips that denoted concentration of interest. The joke and its unpleasant result had passed entirely from the minds of both cadets. They were firm friends again. "Well, what do you think of that?" exploded Joy. "Did you ever see him so cranky." "He certainly acts peculiar," was Clif's rather evasive reply. "Lieutenant Cole wasn't that kind of a man on board the Monongahela. He was never harsh like some of the officers. It's funny he should change since he took command of the prize crew on this yacht. I say, Clif !" "Yes?" Joy leaned over and whispered: "Do you think his head is swelLed?" Faraday smiled, bnt it was faint and indicative of worry. "No, chum," he replied, gravely. "Lieutenant Cole is not that kinct of a man. I cau't 11nderstand his actions any more than vo11. lt seen1s to me--" He paused and. glanced absently over the rail at the great of calm blue sea shimmering under tl]e rays of tbe August sun. "It seems to y o n what?" asked Joy. "Yon remember the a ccident he had the clay we left the Delaware breakwater where we put in to escape the storm?" "When he slipped from the gangway ladd e r and struck on his head?" ''Yes.'' "It wasn't much of an accident, al though he did alu!ost crack his sknll. What about it?" "It was a pretty serious fall, more seri ous than you think. Ensign Dudley told me they worked over him two hours he fore they brought him around. The en s1gn and Blakely, the first classman, almost decided to put back into Lewes but Lieutenant Cole came to and forbad e them.'' "Then you think the accident has something to do with his queer actions?" "I clou't think anything, chum, but w e might as well keep our eyes open until we reach Norfolk. It 'vvoa't do auy harm.'' CHAPTER II. THE SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE PEA \ 'ILLE B UGLE. "Your friend Joy keeps up a deuce of a correspondence, Faraday," said Cadet Captain Blakely, the same afternoon, in dicating with his thtuub the lanky pl e b e who was seated cross-legged upon th e Fleetwing's forecastle and writing for clear I i fe. Scattered about him on the cle a n white deck were a number of sheets of paper closely covered with writing. From the tense expression 11pon the scribbler's face and the drawn lines about his eyes he was having heavy weather of it, to use a nautical phrase. "Joy is a special correspondent of the Peaville Bugle, his town paper," smiled Clif. "He lives in Nebraska, you know, which is a mightY fine state, even if it i s somewhat rural." "A correspondent, eh? \Vhat in thun der does he find to write about?" yawned the cadet captain, wearily stretching hi s anus. "There's uot enongh action in this life to interest a mumJI\'. '' "Oh, I don't know. We h a d it pretty li"eh the other day wh e n w e captured fhis from the mutinee rs. But su p pose -we get Dismal to read u s a f e w ex tracts from his special article.'' "I'll go you. ' "I say, Joy," call e d out Clif, approach ing the lanky plebe, "how is the lette r ? Pouring hot shot into PeaYille ?" Joy glanced up and sighed. H e e y ed Faraday doubtfully for a moment, then resumed his writing, without vouchsafing a reply. "He's suspicious," grinned Blakely._ "He hasn't forgotten that whale h e caught to-day." Clif sat down cross-legged fashion and coolly picked up one of the shee ts. It

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ARMY AND N A YY 1541 happened to be the beginning of the article, and he read a loud: "A TRAGEDY AT SEA!! Blood, Murder and Death! HUMAN PASSIONS LET LOOSE! The Most Diabolical Crime of the Century! A MUTINY N 1 PPED IN THE BUD!" "Wow!" chuckled Blakely, striking an attitude. "Talk of yom yellow journal ism. The Peaville will be red hot. Go on, Clif. '' But the latter found it necessary to get. up and sprint to escape the avengiug hand of Jo y He snatched several sheets of paper as he ra11, however, and perching himself in the port forerigging, prepared to continue the reading. Blakely and several other cadets, a half dozen of whom were in the prize crew taking the Fleetwing to Norfolk, held Joy while Faraday read: "Norfolk, Va., A ugnst r 2th, r8-. (From our Special Correspoudent.) "We are enabled to give our readers this morning a vivid and realistic description of a receut terrible at sea, a crime which has been all too COIIJilJOJI in the nautical history of the nations. WI! i le the good ship Monongal1ela, the United States Naval Academy practice cruiser, was bowling long nnder all sail and in the midst of bright skies and sparkling seas--'' "Skip that," chuckled Blakely. "We've had it for breakfast, dinner and supper ever since we sailecl. '' "If you don't stop, Clif Faraday, I'll have your life," howled Joy. "Nice threat for a boy of your peace able disposition," laughed Clif. Then he resumed: ''While all was quiet and serene with never a thought of possible excitement, the keen-eyed lookout in the oretopmast crosstrees called out in stentorian tones, 'Sail 0 !' To make the story short--" "Thank goodness for that!" exclaimed Blakely. "--the sail was found to be a fine schooner yacht. She was steering a southerly course, but shortly after being sighted those on board tried to put about. The lubberly way in which the yacht was handled excited the curiosity of the Mon ongahela's commander and be ordered her to lay to. When within hailing dis tance--'' "The middle of this remarkable document is missing," announced Clif. "I have the end here. It must be very grand, and I'll read it. Hold Joy, fellows, he's foaming at the mouth.'' "The death of the arch mutineer, Mike Kerrigan, wac; the signal for the surrender of his mates and Lieutenant Cole's party fQ,Imd themselves in possession of the Fleetwing. The prisoners were sent to the Monongahela and a prize crew, con sisting of Lienteuant Cole, Ensign Dudley, Cadet Captain Blakely, Cadets Faraday, Joy (the latter our special correspondent. In passiug it is well to say that Cadet Joy is a uative of Peaville, and one of who111 the good citizens of this city may well be proud.)--" A groan came from the spectators and many reproachful glances were giveu the unhappy "special correspondent." "To think that. one so young should develop such enormous gall,'' lnurmured Blakely. "Joy, Joy, I see your fiuish." "He winds up with a glowing descrip tion of the storm and tells how we were compelled to put into Lewes, Delaware for shelter,'' laughed Clif. ''Then after saying we left there day before yesterday bound for Norfolk, he tells some more good things of himself. Isn't he a corker? Wow! I vote we recommend him to th;l Secretary of the Navy for the position of Chief Naval Blower and Fake Writer. Just listen to this, will you? It's a poem about the same incident. He calls it 'The Chase of the Fleetwing,' and goes on: 'The day it was hot and bright. High circled the gulls from their feast. Ho,' cries the lookout, 'a sail in sight Steering south-east by east.' "Thatls not true," spoke up a fat little cadet named Podge. "I took l1er bearings and she was steering south-w est h<>lf west. She--'' ''Get out, you are way off," interrupted a sallow-faced youth from Oregon. "I had her dead when we first rau her above -.

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1542 ARMY AND A VY the horizon. She was steering south south-east as straight as a die." "She wasn't," shrieked Podge excited ly. "I guess I know how to take a bearing. I've got ten dollars that says--'' "That you are short in brains," con temptuously added the Oregonian. ''If yon bet that way you'll win. You don't know any lllOre about taking bearings than a sea cow does of a milking stool." "I don't, hey? I'll show you." And the next second Podge was thumping away at his tormentor's breast with an energy that sent the astounded lad reeling backward. ''Here, you children," drawled Bla;;:e l y, "if you don't stop I'll have you spanked and put to bed." "SI1-h-h! here comes the lieutenant," exclaimed one of the cadets warningly. The fighting ceased at once, and the occupants of the forecastle stood at attention. Clif slipped down to the deck and joined the others. Lieutenant Cole, looking ill and wor ried, slowly advanced and passed to the bow. Leaning ove_r the railing he stared absently at the water. Suddenly there can1,e a blowing sound and a huge porpoise leaped its full length above the surface falling backward with a loud splash. The lieutenant staggered as if shot.. His face blanched to the color of paper, and he cried aloud as if with mortal fear. Then to the ama"Zement of the spectators he turned and ran swiftly aft, disappearing in the cahin. "What in the deuce is the matter with him?" gasped Podge. "What struck him," exclaimed Joy. "By he--" "No criticism, sir," interrupted Blake ly stiffly. "Remember, he is your superior officer. The cadet capt::1in walked away and, as be clid so, he made a sign to Clif. The latter waited a moment, then he strolled after him. ''Did you wish to speak to me?" he asked. 13lakely made no answer at first, but glanced thoughtfully at a distant sail visible off the port beam. "I don't know whether I ought to talk about this affait> or not, Faraday," he said finally. "But I that it IS too serious to let pass.'' "You mean the lieutenant?" "\'es. have you noticed?" Clif hesitated. He felt rather averse to discussing such a subject even with Blakely. Discipline hedges in a naval officer as toyalty does a king. Still, being asked his opinion, he realized that it would be well to answer. lt was a distinct compliment to be consulted by a first class cadet, a captain too. "I'll tell you just what I know and tllink," he replied frankly. "I llave no ticed that Lieutenant Cole has been act ing peculiarly since yesterday morning and I belit:ve there is something wrong with him. It is a serious thing to say but--'' "There he is now," hastily interrupted Blakely. "He's walking toward the man at the wheel. He-great Scott! he has shoved him away and grasped the spokes himself. Quick, Faraday, let's see what is the matter!'' CHAPTER III. STARK, STARING MAD. The two cadets hurried to the quarter deck, reaching it just as Ensign Dudley, who was on watch, noticed the distmb ance. By that time Lieutenant Cole thrown the wheel over causing. the two large fore-and-aft sails to "slat'' violently. Auother moment and the Fleetwting would he aback. The ensign seemed stupified with amazen1ent. He tnacle no effort to interfere, but stood and stared at his superior officer as if scarcely believing the evidence of his eyes. Matters were in this condition and the lean graceful hull of the yacht was lurching about when suddenly a lithe figure leaped to the lieutet1ant's side and wrenched the wheel from his grasp. Over went the spokes just as a puff of wind came from off the quarter. The great spread of canvas filled again and the Fleetwing sped away on her course safe and sonncl. Just as Clif-f9r it was he who had sprang forward so opportnnely-was in wardly congratulating himself, he felt his

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ARMY AND NAVY 15 !:l arm grasped roughly, and a voice choking wi tl1 rage, cried : "What du yon mean, you-you miserable whelp? How dare you interfere with me in the lawful discharge of my duties? I'll have you court-martialed and hanged to the yardarm for mutiny before morn ing." Thrust close to his face was that of the lieutenant's fairly convulsed with fury. The eyes were blazing and the lips curled back from the teeth in a fiendish grin. Clif, despite his courage, shrank back in sudden fear. "I thought the rudder had gotten away from yon, sir?" he stammered. "You lie! Yon are trying to take the command from me,'' almost shrieked the officer, menacing Clif with his clinched fist. "1 '11 make an example of yon for the fleet." He glared about and beckoned to Ensi g n Dudley. "Take this mutineer and put him in' irons at once," he added. "And yon, l\1r. Blakely, fetch my revolvers from the cabin. There is a conspiracy to seize.the yacht. By Heaven! L'll th,vart it if I have to kill every man on board. This dog of a steersman was quietly putting the yacht on a wrong course when I caught him. Our direction is due east." This last remark settled the question in the minds of his hearers. Due east meant the broad Atlantic. The lieutenant was stark, staring mad! Such is the effect of discipline, however, that none cared to resort to extreme measures. Ensign Dudley, who was not the brightest officer and the most clever in an emergency, glanced helplessly at Blakely. "For God's sake! what shall we do?" he whispered. "We must get him below, sir," was the hnrried response. "He is temporarily out of his head and he mnst be placed under guard." The commotion had attracted the attention of the entire crew, and the naval cadets and sailors were crowding aft. Joy, who had been absorbed in his writing, was the last to reach the scene. Forcing his way past his shipmates, he hastened to Clif's side. "Do you need me, chum?" he asked iu a loud whisper. Before Faraday could reply, Lieutenant Cole made a sudrlen spring and ran swift ly toward the companionway leading to the cabin. "Stop him!" called out Blakely hurrying in pursuit. "Don't let him-con found it! he's down the steps." "He is after his revolver," cried Clif. "We must close the companionway." All was confusion. It had spread from one to the other that Lieutenant Cole was mad, and that l1e had threatened to kill the entire crew. Everyone turned instinctively to Ensign Dudley, but one glance at his pale, frightened face was enough. "Blakely, you'll have to take charge," hurried! y said Clif. "We can't depend on Dudley." The cadet captain a youth of extraordinary intelligence and quick perception. He realized that Clif's words were true, and he did not hesitate to act. "You see that the door is closed and 1'11 consult with the ensign," he replied. The last was a final flicker of the fire of discipline. Clif and Joy both raced to the companionway. Just as they gained it a hearl showed above the level of the top step. Then a revolver flashed in the sun's rays, and a sharp report rang out. Simultaneous with the latter came a bang. 1t was caused by the violent slam ming of the door. Clif had acted barely in tillle. Eager hands brought coils of rupe, chests and other articles. These were piled haphazard and a barricade soon rose about the companionway. "Quick work, Faraday," said Blakely, hurrying np. "We have him caged for the time being anyway. We must run this alone. Ensign Dudley has collapsed." "I thought as much," was Clif's brief response. "You have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, and I don't envy you.'' "We are a consiclerable distance from any port and if the wind fails us we'll find ourselves in a pretty pickle with a maniac armed with a revolver in charge below.''

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154-l AR}lY XAVY "vVe may sight a passmg steamer," suggested Joy. "Small chance out here. No, our only hope is in making port. Whether we will or not will depend on circUl'1Stances." "Such as fire and scuttling anct other pleasant things," said Clif significantly. The grave expression on ti1e carlet captain's face deepened. He was begin ning to realize the responsibility resting upon him. "That's one thing I haven't thought "I thought I saw him peering through the glass," he explained as he rejoined Blakelv and Clif. 'rhe;.e was silence for a moment. Ensign Dudley approached the group. He had passed through a severe attack of illness while the Monongahela was in Lisbon, and it had left him extremely nerv9us and weak. That coupled with the fact that he was not one of the navy's brightest officers partially explained his evident collapse. '-W SETTLE THAT QUESTION ONCE FOR ALL, FARADAY,' EXCLAIMED THE CRAZY LJF.UTENANT (page 1549) of, Faraday," he said. "The lieutenant may take it into his head to set the yacht on fire or scuttle her. By Jove! I think om safest plan will be to move on him in a body." Joy quietly edged toward the cabin skylight and tossed a heavy tarpaulin over it. Then together with several other cadets, he placerl a thick hawser in layers over the tarpaulin. "I am a sick man, :\Jr. Blakely," he said in a trembling voice, "and this terrible affair has upset me II can't retain charge of the yacht and I want to turn the command over to yo\1. vVill You take it?" He leaned against the mizzenmast and covered his face with his hands. He remained there trembling and shaking like a man with the ague.

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ARMY A:\ll :\A \rY 1545 Clif uodderl siguificantly to the cadet captaiu. "If you make the request, sir," replied the latter kindly, "I'll accept and do the best I can. Probably it would be well for you to go forward and lie down. The ensign thought the ad, ice goocl, and he tottered to the forecastle hatchway. Clif aud Blakely watched him disappear below, then they again turned their attentiou to the problem in hand. That it was a problem and a very complex oue, each uuderstood. The prospects were not very encouraging. With the officer in commaud a dangerous maniac, and the next in authoritY absolt1teh incapacitated it was a drea;uy outlook indeed. Blakely's four years in the AcademY had made a very fair sailor of him, and he l1ad no fears ou that score. "It' s _the fact_ that we ha\e a dangerous JJHIJJJac roaunug at large below decks that sttunps me," he said to Clif and Joy. "I can sail tl1e Fleetwing to Norfolk but I don't know what to do with the lieu tenaut." "Tl1ere is a possibility he will re cov er," suggested Clif, but rather doubt fully. "He may fall asleep and wake up san e." "'rhere's little chauce of that I'm afraid,'' sighe(l Blakely. "It is more proLable he will get worse and--" Crash! Those standing near the cahi1 : skylight leaped away in alarm. The glass hacl been smashed from below. A seco]J(l later the whip-like report of a revolver ra11g out and a bnllet tore throngh the tarpaulin coveri11g the skylight. "Let me on deck, yon cowardly mutineers!" can1e faintly in Lientenant Cole's voice. "Let me on deck, I say. I'll hang every one of you to the masthead. Help! help! l\Iurder! Deatl1! Oh-h-h !" The words died away in a wail so blood curdling that the faces of the hearers blaJJchecl. "That doesn't sound as if he is re CO\'ering," remarked Blakely, grimly. Clif shook his head "No, he is still on the warpath," he replied, in the S3.me tone. "1 saY, fellows,'' snddenly spoke up Joy. "\Vhy can't we try the same game we did when this \'acllt was in the haucls of l\like Kerrigan an-d his gang of mutinee1s? I mean the scheme Clif suggested." "vVheu a man armed with a reYoher was lowered over the side and shot l\1ike through the dead light?" "Yes." "It won't do," replied Blakely decisively. "We can't resort to that except to protect the lives of the crew. No, our only plan it to watch aocl wait, and to get the Fleetwing to port as soon as possible." He cast an anxious glance aloft. 1'he yacht was under all sail, but a slight wa\'ering of the leec!Jes indicated a lack of strength to tl1e wind. The speed could not have been more than six knots. The sky at the horizon was clear, the line being sharply drawn. This was a bad sign, as the foreruu'her of a steady breeze is a distinct haze on the horizon. "lt'll take thirtv-six hours to reach port even if the win-d holds as it is," said Blakely. "Aud from the looks of thiugs, we ha\' e reasOJ to expect a calm." "It is luckY the lieutenant didn't take refuge in galley," remarked Joy, in sucll tones of relief that his con1panions laugheci. "A11d by that same token I think it is tin1e to pipe mess gear.'' "It isn't a bad i.clea," replied Clif, looking forward to where the half dozeu sailors forming the enlisted part of the crew were gro11 peel together. "I believe it will have a good effect if we order the couk to sene supper. It will quiet those felluws anyway. They look ready for a pauic." "Discipline must be maintai11ed, tl1at's true," agreed Blakely. "We'll lia\e something to eat. There's nothing better than -a full stomach to make a man coutented. '' CHAPTER IV. lN THE HANDS OF THE MANIAC. During the meal hour nothing of iuterest occurred. The cook served up a hastily prepared supper which was eaten as hastily. By Blakely's orders a regular guard was established over the cabin colllpanionway and skylight. The ship's work was carried on as usual; the wheel relieved and sails trimmed at intenals. When darkness fell

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1546 ARMY AND XA YY lanterns were lighted and placed about preparations were made for Clif's perilous the decks. This latter was at Clif's sug-trip. Everythiug was ctonc quietly and gestion. the crew remained ignorant of what was ''Darkness has terrors of its own, and 1n progress. we don't want to add to those we have," The task of removing a corner of the he said. tarpaulin covering the skylight was much The wind died out shortly before eight like tampering with a powder magazine bells, leaving the Fleetwing tossing restto the three cadets. lessly in the trough of a moderate sea. The work was done expeditiously and "I don't like the peculiar silence bein silence, then the skylight itself was low, Faraday," said Blakely, meeting Clif opened sufficiently to admit uf the passage near the wheel. "It's ominous." of Clif's body. "Haven't heard anything of him since The three cadets peered down into the that time he fired the bullet through the blackness below with their hearts beating skylight, have we?" more rapidly than nsual. What was lurk" No, and that's two hours ago. I ing there? vVould the daring lad fall into would give a great deal to know what he the arms of the maniac? Would he be re is doing. He might have fallen asleep ceived with knife or pistol and meet his from sheer exhaustion; if so it would be death in that grim interior? a splendid clnmce to secure him. By It was a desperate risk the lad was jove! 1 believe I'll risk a trip below." taking, and none realized it more than "No, no," objected Clif, ha s til y he. T)1ere was no hesitation in !-lis bear "You must not do it. You are too valu-ing as he prepared to make the drop, howable. If you should be disabled, there's ever. no person left to uavigate the yacht. By Blakely's advice he had armed himEnsign Dudley is completely knocked self with two heavy belaying pins. One out." he carried attached by a bit of rope yarn "Bnt--" to his wrist, the other thrust into his "I will go myself," persisted the hand-belt. some young cadet. "It is aLsolutely He shook hands silently with Joy and necessary for us to find out what he is Blakely, anrl, after a final glance into the doing. As you say, he may be sleeping, black interior below cautiously lowered and we could overpower him. I'll try it." himself through the narrow opening. "No, 1 can't allow that. If any one Clif knew he would the cabin table goes--" directly beneath and within easy reach, "\Ve are losing time, Blakely. Just but he could not tell whether his feet consider the matter settled." would land upon crockery or a clear "I a111 your superior officer, Faraday," space. said the carlet captain with a smile. Therefore it was with a sigh of relief "Suppose 1 order you to remain on that he fouud himself crouching lightly deck?" u "pou the ]eye] surface of the table when "Then I will do it. But I hardly think he had finally released his clutch upon you will go to that leugth." the skylight frame. "No. I guess you are right. It is He remained motionless as a statue and uecessary to know what Lieutenant Cole tried his utmost to pierce the intense is doing. You are a brave fellow, Faradarkness of the apartment. It was a day, and I'll see that your action is re-futile effort. Stygian gloom was nothing membered. I would a thousand times in comparison. rather take the risk myself, but I see why The arrangement of the Fleetwing's it is not right under the circumstances. cabin was familiar to Clif. He knew that Have you any plan?" opening from the dining-room, in vYhich "I think 1'11 try the skylight," replied he now stood, were half a doz e n doors, Clif. "If he is watching he'd naturally some leadmg into spare staterooms, one remain near the companion ladder. into the steward's pantry, another into Come; we'll get Joy to help ns." the owner'spri\'ateapartment-aspacious The lanky plebe was soon found, and room aft extending the entire width of

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ARMY KAYY l:'i-P the \'essel-and a sixtl1 into a narrow hall at the end of which were the colllpanion stairs. In which lurked the maniac? That was the gruesome question Clif asked himself as he vainly glanced about. He wa not a lad to waste time in idle conjectures. He did not propose to wait until Lieutenant Coie attacked him. It would be better to carry the war the enemy's country, and at o:1ce. He swung himself liglttly from the table and then drew back with a gasp of real terror! He bad brushed against some objec:t. The belaying pin was ready for a blow, bnt there was no necessity. A hand ca 11 tiousl y extended revealed the welcome fact that he had touched a chair. The incident macle Clif's heart beat so rapidly that he was afraid it would be heard. He nerved himself to renewed efforts, however, and bega._n a cautious advance toward the companion stairs. Once he paused and listened, fancying he had caught the sound of hea\'y breathing, then he resumed his stealthy creeping, finally reaching the beginning of the short hallway. Then, just as he was on the point of entering the passage, something leaped U]JOn his shoulders and he was borne downward with a cruel hand clutching at his throat! CHAPTER V. THE CAPTURE OF THE FLEETWING. Clif's first feeling was of stupefaction and honor, then when he realized, as he did in a flash, tltat he was tn the grasp of a maniac, he began to struggle fiercely. He could not cry out for help, as the hand clutching his throat had too firm a grip, but he wrested and tngged and twisted and fought so desperately that only one strengthened by insanity could resist his efforts. The battle in the dark did not last long. The lad, strong as he was, was no match for the maniac, and he finally sank to tbe floor exhausted and half uncon scious. He realizecl that a rope was being wound around his body and a gag thrust i11to his lllontlt, ancl the discovery came as a welcome relief. He had expected an instant and horrible death, but it seemed as if the crazy lieutenant had other plans. Not a word had been by either up to this moment, but the fnaniac at last broke the silence. "I have you, Faraday," he grated in tones of satisfaction. "You escaped me on deck, but now I have triumphed. I won't kill you now. No, no! Wait till I capture the rest of the devils. It will take cunning and shrewdness to get the best of them, but I ha\'e the arch mutineer and the otl1ers will drop into 1uy web. Then-ha! ha! ha !-we'll sail away to a spot I know in the broad ocean. It leads down, down to a beautiful place where all is gold and jewels and e\erlast ing joy." He mumbled iucoherently for a moment, then resumed: ''We'll sail away I will be at the helm, and the rest of you clad in white and with great gaping wounds in your bodies, will be the crew. Ha! ha! I'll put you dead and stark on looko11t, Faraday. You'll watch and let me know when we sight hell, for there we are bound. Now--" There was a slight noise overhead. It came from the skylight, and it sounded as if some one WCJS dragging the tarpaulin away. Lieutenant Cole caught Faraday by the shoulders and thrust him into the passage leading to the companion ladder. "Stay there until I capture the other devils," he muttered. "I want them allall. Clif made one last effort to escape. The thought that Joy or Blakely might take it into their heads to follow him leut added strength to his struggles, but the rope aud gag had been utilized by a cunning hand. Sinking back again with a stifled groan Cilf awaited events with as much patience as he con I d muster. He heard the noise at the skylight Ill crease, then Joy's voice softly called out his name. Clif would have given his chances of winning a commission if he could have shouted a warning to his chum. It was absolute agony to the loyal -hearted lad to be compelled to remain impotent.

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15-!8 ARMY He heard the crazy man creep across the cabin :floor; he heard Joy and Blakely talking together in low tones, then came the scrape, scrape of a body against the edge of the skylight. Clif strained at his bonds until the rope cut deeply into his flesh. He made every effort to call on t, to groan, to give so111e warning, bnt without avail. Helpless and almost in tears he laid back in t!1e passage and listened. The sound of an object dropping softly upon the table came to his ears, then Joy's voice whispered: "Clif! Clif! are you here?" After waiting a moment the lanky plebe had evidently leaped to the cabii1 floor as his voice, repeating the words, so un c1 ed nearer. Suddenly something brushed against the prostrate lad, and immediately following came a choking gasp. 'l'he maniac was at work again! The struggle was brief as in Clif's case, and presently that lad felt a heavy body thrust by his side. Rolling over he nudged Joy-for it was he-with his elbow. An qnsw.ering touch came, but no words. Joy had also been gagged. After what seemed hours another ''oice was heard at the skylight. This time it was Blakely. "Below there!" he called out boldly. "Faraday, Joy, what are yon doing?" To the infinite horror and consternation of the two prisoners they heard the lieutenant reply from within a few feet of them. "Come down here, Blakely,'' he mumbled, in a voice disguised to imitate Clif's. ''Come down quick.'' The unsuspecting cadet captain promptly obeyed, landing lightly upon the table. "Have yon got him?" he asked eagerly, as he dropped to the cabin floor. "\Vhere are--" The question ended in a groan, and then came a heavy thud. Bot]( Clif and Joy writhed in agony of spirit. They knew well that it meant the gallant Blakely's capture. "He has been felled by the 1 ien ten ant," groaned Clif. "Heaven help 11s now! There is 11one capable of taking command or of saving us." The maniac took his good time in binding his new victi111. The task was presently accomplished and Blakely was added to the others occupying the little passage. After that there was sil e nce for at least a half hour. Then one of the men on deck was heard to ask another if anything had been seen of Blakely. "They have just discovered o1n disappearance," thought Clif. The sounds aboYe increased, then some one noticed that the skylight was open. That created intense excitement. "They are below, mates," cried a sea111an. "They must have caught the lunatic." "Below there!" bawled another, "Mr. Blakely, are you--" Bang! bang! Two shots rang out amid a crashing of then came the sounds of scurrying feet as the group surr01111ding the skylight bolted in a panic. "Ha! ha! will keep them quiet till morning," chucklerl the maniac. "They will run and hide like frightened sheep. When the sun comes I'll go up and kill them all. Then will come the glorious hour of my triumph. With dead men banging at every yard, with corpses aioft and grinning skeletons below I'll sail on and on in my ship of state like the arch fiend himself, and it will be on an ocean of fire and flame.'' His voice rose to a shriek, then it died away and silence, grim and ominous, filled the cabin. Time draggerl slowly. The lieutenant kept watch near the skylight; and in the passage the three prisoners chafed and fretted 'vith their enforced confinement. The taut ropes cut deep into their arms and legs, the cruel gags causerl exquisite pain, but the physical agony was as nothing compared with their mental suffering. The thoughts of the three can well be imagined. Prisoners of a murderous crazy man, bound and helpless to protect themselves, and with no hope of aid from their shipmates it is small wonder that their hearts failed them. It seemerl as if day would never come. Each second was a week, each minute a month, and each hour an eternity. The first gray light of dawn was welcome indeed.

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ARMY NAVY 15.J9 As soon as objects could be seen the trio exchanged glances. There was hope lessness in the eyes of each. Clif essayed a smile of encouragement, but it required a greater effort than he could make. A few minutes after the dawn the lieutenant mounted the table and made a careful survey. of the deck. what he saw seemed to afford considerable satisfaction to him. Returning to the prisoners ];e glared down at them and hissed: "You have an hour more to live. I go now to capture your fellow conspirators. Then we will have a saturnalia of blood The decks will run with it, and the sides of my slnp will be painted red. Ha! ha! We'll go sailing over seas of blood and death will ride as a passenger." His staring, feverish eyes and reel, flushed face proved the disordered mind. :\fumbling and talking to himself J1e left the three cadets and bounded lightly to the top of the table. After another brief survey of the deck, he drew himself up through the open skylight and ciisappeared. Presently a revolver shot was heard, followed by the distant banging of a scuttle. "It's the forecastle hatch," murmured Clif. "Perhaps the fellows have trapped him.'' He waited, hoping against hope until a t last a sound directly overhead indicated that some was tampering with the, companion hatchway. The door was opeued with a bang, and a figure appeared in the opening. Clif and his companions uttered a simultaneous groan of disappointmeut. It was Lieutenant Cole. CHAPTER VI. CLIF'S LAST RESORT. "V..Te are ready for the feast of blood," he shouted, exultantly, the fire of insanity flashing from his eyes. "Yon are all mine, mine! I have the rest in the dungeon forward. The cowards trembled at my approach and fled in fear. Now for the glorious execution." With maniacal strength he dragged the three helpless boys up the ladder to the quarter-deck. Clif, against whom be seemed to have a special grudge, he fastened secmely to the main mast. Then he removed their gags. The cadets had eagerly glanced forward on reaching the deck. Not a man was to be seen, and the closed door of the forecastle companion confirmed their worst fears. The maniac had succeeded in fastening every one below. "Oho! You can look," cried Lieutenant Cole as Clif gazed around in despair. "Look with all your eyes, for it won't be long before death will be staring from them. Ha! ha! Your face is pale, but it will be whiter Yet" It was not i1; nature for one to be silent under such circumstances. As a drowning man grasps at a straw, Clif tried to conciliate the lunatic. "'Von't you let us help you sail the yacht, sir?" he askecl, cunningly" would gladly do it. You can't handle her alone, you k 11 ow." <
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1;)50 ARMY AXD X A V"Y me up like a mummy, and then threaten to kill me. Bah!" The effect of this remarkable tirade was almost luclicrous. The crazy lieutenant stopped as if rooted to the deck. He stood there within se\eral feet of the lad and gaped at him in genuine amazement. Clif's heart throbbed with hope. He moistenecl his parched lips with his tongue and continued with the same assumption of rage: "Oh, you needn't look at me, durn you. I am nut afraid of your ugly face. What are you, anyway? You call yourself lieutenant in the navy, but you are a big bluff. Bah! There isn't any room for a miserable coward in the service. Do you think they'd have a man who is afraid to face a mere boy? Get out; you make me sick." "I am a coward, eh ?" gasped the lieutenant, purple with fury. His reputation in the service, it may be well to state, was that of a regular dare-devil in bravery. ''Yes, a coward,'' boldly retorted Clif. "If you are not, you will cut this rope and fight me with fists. Do you dare?" The answer was a quick leap forward and a sweep of the knife. As Clif's boncis fell from him he whirled back of the mast and snatched up a belaying pin. The next second it whizzed through the air and, sent with unerring aim, struck the maniac full in the face. Lieutenant Cole dropped to the deck like a log. Leaping upon him Faraday hastily fastened his arms and legs, wrapping them in many folds of rope. Then, picking up the knife, which had fallen from the maniac's hands, he freed Blakely and Joy. Then, while the two cadets were staggering to their feet, he swooned. The terribJ.e strain had been too much for him. When be recovered consciousness it was to find the Fleetwing again in the hands of the crew. Blakely had taken command once more, and the yacht was bowling along on her course before a spanking breeze which had sprung up from the northeast. Clif was not long in regaining his full strength. He had been carried tv the cabin, but he soon left it for the deck. "Where is Lieutenant Cole?" was his first q 11 est ion. "Confined in the after stateroom with three armed men guarding him," replied Joy. "He's still unconscious fron1 that knock you gave him, chum. By Jake!" he added, with enthusiasm, "you are right in it. The crew hail you as their savior, and they are going to give you a gold watch or something." "I don't want it," was Faraday's prompt reply. "I was thinking of Ill)' own skin when I bluffed the lieutenant. It was a close call, and I'm glad I'm living. Let's go on deck." Thirty hours later the Fleetwing sailed gaily into Ha111pton Roads. 'rhe Monongahela was lying at anchor off Fortress Monroe, anci a boat from her soon came alongside. After explanations had been made, Lieutenant Cole and E11sign Dndley were transferred to the practice-ship. A new crew under another commissioned officer was sent to take the place of the cadet capta1n and his companions, and then the yacht got under way for Norfolk. And thus ended her strange voyage. The following morning the Monongahela raised anchor for the final part of her homeward bound cruise with the Anna polis Naval Acaclem y as her destination. [THE J<.ND. J "Ciif Faraclay's Reception; or, The Return from the Summer Cruise,'' will be the title of Ensign Clarke Fitch's next NaYal Academy novelette.

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Mark Malloryt s Cleverness; OR, the T ablcs on the Enemy. By L.ie ... -..t:. F:recl.e:rick G-a:r:riso:l3., u s A CHAPTER I. DISCOVERING A PLOT. "Well, how do you like this? Is it hot enough?'' Tl1e speaker was a tall, finely-built lad. He wore the uniform of a West Point cadet of the fourth class, or plebe. 1t was a broiling hot August afternoon, and the lad was wiping his face with his handkerchief, pausing in the midst of his work. The question he asked was never answered, for just then another voice interrupted him. "Hey, plebe! Come here and catch hold of the end of this log." The plebe had been doing nothing but tlwt all morning, and most of the after ttoon, too, but he did as he was'told ch eerfully. The scene amidst which he was working might interest the reader. cadets were building a pontoon bridge, the sec on(\ one that summer. The cactets of the first class were the "engineering corps" and they were giving the orders; the pl e bes, quite naturally, were doing the work, carrying out the heavy logs and fastening them in place under the watchful eyes of their sttperiors. Cadets when they leave \Vest Point after their fonr years of drill and study are supposed to be fully competent officers, ready to do their share of handling Uncle Sam's army. This of course includes the building of bridges upon which an army may cross a ri\'er or stream; it was that the corps was practicing that day. Ourfriencl, ::.\lark Mallory, the lad in tro-duced at the beginning, had been helping at that task all day, along with his companions, "The Seven Devils," and tbe other plebes. It was almost oyer now and Mark was glad of it, for he was tired. Bridge-building in army style may sound romantic, but is no fun during August when the sun shines. There was only one redeeming circumstance to the whole thing that the plebes could see, and that was that on account of it they had been excused from no less than two inspections, two "policings" and two drills. We shall find Mark Mallory and his friends lying on the grass in a shady nook up by Trophy Point. We must go up there and listen towhat they are saying, / in order to appreciate the adventures in the following pages. They were just then discussing with much interest an adventure of the previous night; they were all anxious to know what the cadets thought of it, and this was the first chance they had had to com pare notes. "Do you know," laughed 1\lark, "there's not a soul has the least idea it was us. Nobody seems to I1ave thought for a moment that cadets were the cause of all the excitement. Just think of i.t! Lunatics!" Mark, shaking all over with merriment, drew out from under his coat a sheet of paper, the New York Globe, of that same morning. It contained a graphic, full-page description of how seven strangely dressed men had done most extraordinary deeds in Highland Fallsperformed in a circus, lassoed the propri-

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1552 ARMY A:\0 .\"A\'Y etor, set loose his wild buffalo,and finally lassoed the buffalo out in the midcile of the Hudson. These same outlandishly dresseci creatures bad finally confessed to a "Globe" reporter that they were luna tics escaped from an asylum, where they had been driven to desperation by fright ful cruelty. The Globe proposed to bring those officials to justice, so it informed its readers. It was but little wonder that nobody connecteci the Seven Devils with that banci of raving madmen, 50 called. West Point was fairly on tiptoe with excite ment concerning the creatures, who were supposed to be still loose in the woocis. Natural!" the seven were hilarious over the state of affairs. Their discussion of the question was stopped, however, by the arrival of one of their number upon the scene. It was Texas, who had been over to the cam}J for a brief while; from his manner it was evident that Texa.; had some news. ''Fellers,'' he cried, scarcely waiting till he was close to them before he began. "I've jes' heerd somebody talkin'," vn' durnation, I've discovered a plot!" "A plot! Whose?" There was no need of the six asking that so eagerly; one name rose up before all their minds. There was one yearling, and only one, who got up plots to dis comfort them. "It's Bull Harris," continued Texas, hurriedly. "An' dog gone his boots, he--" "He hasn't found out about last night?" cried 1ark. "No," said Texas, "'tain't that. He's a-goin' to take that air crowd o' his'nGus Murray, an' Merry Vance, an' Baby Edwards, an' them, up to our cave! An' I want to know ef we're agoin' to stand that." "I don't think we will," la\1ghed Mark, promptly. "At least not if I have anything to say in the matter." "I've been expecting just this for some time," Mark continued, after a moment's pause. "Yon see ever since we found that secret cavern in the rock, and had the bad luck to Jet Bull see ns go there, I knew he'd be taking his friends up there to spoil onr fun. He probably ex-. pects to smash everything to pieces." '' B'gee, I say we lick 'en1 for daring to think of it, b'gee !" cried Dewey. "That's what 1 say! Reminds 111e of a story I once heard, b'gee--" "I'll tell you what we'll do," said Mark, interrupting the unfortunate re conteur. "How does this suit you? Let's follow them to-night, let them get inside, and then take them prisoners.'' Texas sprang up with a whoop of delight at that delicious programme. "Durnation !"he cried. "Secon' the motion! We'll hold 'em up, dog gone their boots, an'--" Texas felt for his revohers instinctively as he danced abont and thought of this. He had no revolvers on him, however, owing to the fact that they would have been visible in his uniform. So Texas had to content himself with squeezing the hands of the others and vowing by all things a Texan holds dear that he'd capture those yearlings for them that night or die in the effort. It was in that way that quite a series of adventures got a start, achenture s which it is the pmpose of the rest of this story to describe. CHAPTER II. SEVEN LUNATICS IN TROUBLE. Now the plan for the circumvention of Bull Harris was all very well in its way. But there were certain all important fact s that those adventurous plebes forgot to take account of in their calculations. \Ve must mention these at the start, in order that the situation may be appreciated. There were seven dangerous I una tic.s wandering about West Point. That fact every one knew. The sheriff of the coun ty was there to investigate the matter, for it was clearly his duty to arrest the fugitives. Also there were the constables from Highland Falls, the reporters from the New York dailies, and numerous private individuals out to see the fun. They had hunted all day, finding no one but two nnfortunate tramps; they meant to hunt likewise all night. Now, as for the Seven Devils, their situation was just this. They were going out for a lark that night. They dared not wear their cadet uniforms, for fear of being seen by some sentry. The only

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ARMY AKD KAVY 1553 clothes they owned besides these were the curious disguises of yesterday Naturally, knowing nothing of the excitement they had created, they resolved to wear those. And that was the way the fun began. It was about eleven o'clock that evening, as soon as the last inspection was over and the camp quiet, that fom figures crept out oJ one of the tents, dashed past the oblivious sentry and hid t-hemse lves in the shadow of old Fort woods, stealing along in the shadow of the bmldings so as to be observed by no one. It was a difficult task because unfortunately there was a bright moon in the sky. That moon gave the Seven Devils no end of trouble when they set out to follow. The seven entered the fort just as the others left it. Like them they stowed away their uniforms and put on the "cits" clothing. It is scarcely necessary to "IN THE NAME OF' THE LAW," SHOUTED THE SHERII!'F, "I lJOMMAND YOU TO SURRENDER!" (page 1555) Clinton. Those of us who have read these stories would have been quick enough to recognize them-the unpleasant features of Bull Harris, and likewise the sallow Vance, the brutal Gus Murray, and the amiable Baby Edwards. Those four were bound for the Seven Devils' den, and, in vulgar parlance, they weren't going to do a thing to it. -.j They left the fort and made for the describe the clothing-Mark's tennis costume, the Parson's ragged clerical rig, Indian's full dress, and Chauncey's smutty white flannel. Suffice it to say that no one who saw them could fail to recog nize them as the seven described in the New \'ork Globe of that day. As has been noted, it was no child's play, that task of following the four through the woods. Full fieclge::d

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1554 .ARMY .AND N.A. VY Apaches would have found it hard, and, as you know, in our crowd, there was only one !ndiau, and that one as clumsy as a herd of elephants. The woods were bright; also there were dry leaves and sticks to be stepped on and sllppery logs for Indian to fall off of. It was therefore to be expected that Bull would very soon discover he was being tracked; which was just exactly what happened. Bull Harris no fool; he had plenty of sense, and he used it, too. In fact, he completely outwitted the unsuspecting plebes. And this was how he did it. Sundry curious sounds from the rear first attracted his attention. Bull sus pected, of course, at the very start that it was Mark; he said that to Gus Murray, and also that he'd like to "smash that confounded plebe" for once and for all. Just then they came to a steep incline, which hid them from their pursuers' view, and, quick as a flash, Bull dodged into the bushes and hid. He lay there with the others, silent as so many mice. Pretty soon the plebes came along, creeping with stealthiness that was most laughable to the yearlings. You might hunt for ten years without finding a sight more ludicrous than Parson Stanard in a ragged, black clerical frock lanky and solemn, stealing along on tiptoe and glancing about him with cunning and wariness such as the villain assumes in a deep black Bowery melodrama. Indian's round body and saucer-like eyes, going through the same contortions, made a close second for humorous effect. If Bull hadn't hated the plebes too much he would have sneered at them as Vance was doing. As to the costumes they wore, Bull stared at them for some time before he realized the true state of affairs. Bull noticed their clothes, and he had read description in the paper. But it was at least a minute before he could bring himself to comprehend what the similarity of the two signified. When he did he seized Gus Murray by the arm in a grip that cut. "Great Heavens, man!" he gasped. "Don't you see? Don't you see? Those plebes are the seven lunatics! By the Lord!'' The seven saw no reason for stopping because the yearlings were lost to view for a moment. They knew where the yearlings were going, and all they had to do was to go there, too. In a minute or two more they were out of sight in the darkness, and Bull and his gang were left alone once more. Bull said not a word for some minutes. He was too busy thinking, trying to real ize what that extraordj.nary revelation meant. So it was Mallory who had caused all this excitement! Mallory who had gotten up that gigantic hoax! Mallory whom the sheriff and one else were hunting for! Bull took in the situation in all its amazing details, and the more he thought of it the angrier he got. But then suddenly Bull got an inspiration. He leaped to his feet, whacked his knee with his fist, and with a whoop of joy seized his companions and forced them hastily along. Ittwas back toward West Point he started; the rest were naturally mystified at that. "Where the dickens are you going?" demanded Vance. "You wait and see," chuckled Bull. "Wait and see, if you haven't got sense enough to guess. By jingo, I've got him!" ''Got him Who?'' "Mallory, you idiot!" roared the other. "Don't ask so many stupid questions; hurry up." After that the party pressed on in si lence. The three were too much puzzled to say anything more or to do anything but obey. Their curiosity was destined to be set at rest very soon, however. They had not walked a hundred yards before they caught sight of some dark figures walking about in the woods. There was a lantern, too, and then sud-denly eame a voice: "Hello, tnere! Here's somebody! Who are you?'' The yearlings shrank back in alarm, that is, all of them except Bull. Bull pressed forward eagerly, and a moment later found himself surrounded by a group of men, armed with sticks and all sorts of weapons. One of them, a tall man with the lantern and a shotgun in his other hand, walked up to Bull and peered into his face. "\Vhat are you doing--" he began,

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ARMY AND NAVY 1555 but Bull was in too much of a hurry to let him finish. "You the sheriff?" he demanded. "Yes, I am." "Hunting for those lunatics, aren't you?'' "Yes." "Well, come on, then, quick as you can, for I know where they are." And then the yearlings realized what Bull Harris meant to do. ''How do you know?'' demanded the officer. "I saw them," declared Bull. "I was hunting for them, too. They were dressed just as the paper said. And you'd better hurry." Without another word he turned and started ahead through the woods; the sheriff and his excited posse followed at his heels. They hurried along rapidly, making for the cave They went on for a mile, nobody saying a word, all watching eagerly. The mile stretched out to nearly two miles, and the sheriff began to get impatient. He stared at Bull doubtfully, gripping his shotgun. And then suddenly in the path ahead a wall of rock loomed up, just visible in the faint light. It was in that rock that the cavern lay. And backed up against the wall, star ing at the party in amazement and alarm were seven figures, the lunatics. The sheriff swung his gun up to his shoulder. "In the name of the law," he shouted, "I command you to surrender! Hold up your hands!" CHAPTER III. THE JAIL AT HIGHLAND FALI.S You may imagine the consternation of our friends, the plebes. The whole thing had come with such horrible suddenness that they were completely taken aback, and helpless. The sheriff's gun looked so huge and menacing that it took all their nerve. Even Texas, hero of a hundred fights, did not dare to move an arm. Ex perience had taught Texas that a hold-up was a hold-up, a thing that could no more be resisted than a sudden stroke of light ning. And therefore, though he had a huge revolyer in each hip pocket, he merely flung up his hands and stared. It was an awful situation. It took the unfortunate lads some time to realize it in its full horror. Here they were, cadets, wandering about during the forbidden hours of night. And here was a sheriff with all the power of the law at his back, arresting them as lunatics! He woul
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1556 ARMY AND NAVY er they had fooled. Their hearts sank within them a,that. ''Are these the fellows?'' demanded the sheriff. ''They're the ones all right," laughed the other. "There's no mistaking such faces and clothes as those.'' ''That settles it," said the sheriff. "Forward, march!" It was two or three miles from where they were to Highland Falls, their desti nation. Fortunately they did not go through West Point, when the plebes were :in dread of being recognized. The sheriff did not want to attract a crowd and so he kept in the woods, skirted the edge of the buildings and finally came out into the road below the post. The unfortunate plebes were very near the end of their journey then. The silent party tramped on rapidly. The buildings of the little town began to loom up in front. There were few lights burning then, but some stray passer-by started a shout, "The lunatics!" and almost instantly wiPdows began to go up and staring faces to appear in the openings. But just then they came to a low square building back from the main stret, and the sheriff sprang forward, unlocked the door, and pushed the prisoners :in before him. A moment later the heavy door clanged, and that was all. The sheriff was considerate enough, now that he had them safe, to remove the painful handcuffs. This, however, he did not do until he had searched them care fully, removing the Texan's arsenal. After that he shoved them into the solitary cell in the jail, locked and barred the heavy door, and after warning them to keep quiet and behave themselves, went out and left them in silence and dismay. About the same time the young reporter hurried down to the telegraph station to send in his report; and Bull and his three friends, having been thanked by the sheriff, set out in high spirits for their favorite drinking place, where they meant to celebrate their glori ous triumph. As for the sheriff, he warned the jailer to keep the strictest guard, and then, with a sigh of relief and satisfaction, went home to bed. As to the seven it is still easier to say what they did. With one accord they sank down on the floor of the musty cell and stared at each other in and absolute consternation and disgust. Nobody said anything, because nobody knew of anything to say. They sim ply knocked :into a cocked hat, as the phrase has it; they were stumped, helpless and hopeless, and that was all there was to it. They sat that way for perhaps two solid hours. During that time Indian had gone to sleep, in which uthe farmer" had set him a good example. The Parson had been heard to give vent to one "by Zeus,'' and Dewey a single disconsolate "b'gee," which did not even remind him of a story. And that is the complete inventory of what happened during the desolate period. But such states of mind cannot last forever, especially in young persons. Mark made up his mind that at least it would be worth while to test the cell they were in, to make sure that the doors and windows were fast. This was a country jail; country jails are often cheaply built, and oftener still very old and unreliable (from the standpoint of the sheriff). Mark got up and fe11 to pacing back and forth. His example aroused the rest, and pretty soon the place resembled a menagerie cage, with half a dozen wild animals sniffing at the bars. They shook the door savagely; it had a solid "feel," and the only result of the effort was to bring the cross and sleepy jailer to the cell. "Keep quiet, there," he growled, "and go to sleep, will you!" The prisoners relapsed into silence again, and the man went awa y after which the examination_ went on. The floors and walls of the cell were of solid masonry, which was unpromising. Mark bad beard of prisoners who dug their way out with such objects as spoons. But the unfortunate plebes had not even a spoon, and besides that operation was apt to take longer thans the time between then and the morning gun. It was just two o'clock by Mark's watch. The only other place where there seemed the faintest possibility of hope was the window. That was large, and it

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ARMY AND NAVY 1557 allowed the moonlight to stray into the cell, which was as light as day. But also there were heavy iron bars, which resisted firmJy the most powerful efforts of Mark's strength. And so that hope also was futile. The seven retired into a corner and discussed the situation in sad whispers. It was evident that they could not escape. It was equally evident that if they did not they would cease to be cadets on the morrow. Thus simply put the proposition was startlingly clear and horrible. Hope springs eternal in the human breast, they say. Scarcely had they settled the argun:ent thus, before Texas sprang up with a sudden cry; an instant later he fell to wotk unwinding himself from the lasso that was still about his waist. The sheriff hadn't thought it necessary to remove that lasso; he hadn't the least idea what use a prisoner could make of it. For that matter, neither had Texas's companions, unless he meant to hang himself. But Texas knew a trick worth two of that; silently and rapidly he proceeded to uncoil it, and wht:n he had done that, he doubled it once, twice, three times. "What on earth are you going to do?" whi s pered Mark. "Show you," chuckled Texas. "Look a-yere !" He sprang up to the window and slipped the rope about one of the bars. Then the others saw! One man couldn't pull out one of those iron strips; but the whole seven men together? Ah! Quick as a flash they sprang forward to help him. Texas was very slow and methodical about it, exasperatingly so, for the jailer might peer in at any mo ment. Texas made the heavy rope fast; he tied knots in it for the plebes to take hold of, like a tug of war rope. Then he and Mark, as the strongest, braced their feet against the wall; the rest laid hold of the trailing end, and then-one, two, three-pull !-there came a terrific strain that made the bars of the window creak. Four times they put all their strength into it. Then Texas, reaching up, whis pered the joyful news that the iron was tearing loose from its fastenings in the stone. Once more they laid hold of the rope, once more swung back with all their might-and then suddenly the bar gave way! It was as if a knife had cut the rope. The sudden release sent the unfortunate prisoners stumbling backward, tumbling with a crash into a heap in the corner. A moment later they heard a loud shout outside, heard the door creak on its hinges, as it was flung open. It was the jailer, dashing into the room, revolver in hand. "What does this mean!" he shouted. "Hold up your hands!" CHAPTER IV. BULL HARRIS GETS INTO TROUBLE. It was a desperate moment. Things happened with such incredible swiftness that those who saw them could scarcely tell what came first. Texas bad fallen just behind the door which the man had opened. Texas leaped up, his eyes blazing with fury. No risk was too great a risk to take now, for his cadetship was the stake. He was behind the jailer's back as he rose up, and with the swiftness and force of a panther he flung himself upon the man's back. There was a moment of struggle. Texas devoted every effort to but one thing, holding that revolver. A bullet, even if it hit no one, would give the alarm, prevent the escape. He had seized the man's hand in both of his, and he clung to that hand with all the strength that was in him. The others sprang to his aid an instant later. Before the jailer coulo cry out Mark gripped him by the throat, and a moment later down he went to the ground, with the whole seven upon him. The contest was brief after that. They got the re\'olver away, which was the chief point. The jailer was speedily choked into submission, bound and gagged. The seven prisoners rose up triumphant and gazed about them in eager haste. B 1t they were not safe yet by any means They imagined that no alarm had been given; t hey had not calculated the effect of the first startled of the jailer, which rang and echoea down the silent village street. The plebes realized what was happening a moment later, as

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1558 ,ARMY AND NAVY they paused and listened. There were sounds of hurrying feet, of men shouting to each other. The town was awake. The prisoners gazed about them anx iously, feverishly. '"fhey had yet a chance, a hope. But it would take them so long to unfasten. that rope, tie it to another bar, and tear it out in tne same way. The sheriff with his dreaded gun would surely be there before that. And they could not get through the window as it was. What then? The door! Mark thought of it an instant later. The jailer had left it open A moment more and the plebes were in the hall of the jail; Texas had stopped just long enough to snatch up the jailer's revolver, and then he joined them. There was still the front door, whether locked or not none of them knew. Mark tried it feverishly, shook it. It was locked. And as he tried it again, he heard a shout out side, felt some one on the other side try ing it, too. A crowd was gathering! And what were they to do? The solution of the question flashed over Mark first. The key! The jailer! He sprang back into the room, rushed to where the man lay bound, and fell to rummaging in his pockets and about his waist. The others stood in the hall waiting anxiously, tremblingly. Would be find it? The noise outside swelled. There came blows npon the door, shouts to open. And then suddenly Mark reappeared, his face gleaming with excitement and joy he ran, holding in one hand the heavy key. To thrust that key into the lock, turn it, and open the door was the work of but an instant. Aud then, in response to the quick command of their leader, the seven formed a wedge, Texas with the revolver in front. Mark flung back the heavy door and the seven made a savage dash through the opening. There were at lea st a dozen men gath ered in front of the building. They re coiled before the unexpected apparition that met their gaze. The fiercely shout ing "lunatics" with the wild-eyed cow boy and his gleaming weapon at their !lead. An instant more and the party had dashed through the crowd and went speeding up the street. Texas was last, glancing behind him and aiming his revolver menacingly to prevent pursuit. "Stop thief Stop thief!, swelled the cry, through all the village; but to the wildly-delighted, hilarious seven, it was a cry that fast receded and died out in the distance. For no one dared to follow, and the "lunatics" escaped once more, were keep ing up a pace that it would have been hard to equal. They counted themselves safe a very few moments later, when they were hidden from view in the woods up toward West Point. And then breathless and exhausted they seated, or rather flung themselves on the ground to rest. Prudence did not long permit of their staying where they were, however. "The escaped criminal knows no resting place.'' Already they were beginmng to fancy that they heard shouts in the woods and sounds of tramping footsteps; poor Indian would pop up his gasping head every once in a while and look to see if the sheriff wasn't aiming that gun at him. It was a terrible labor for Indian to look anywhere from his present position, be cause as Dewey explained, he had to see over his stomach. All were ready to move in a short while. Indian alone had not recovered his breath, but he had fear to lend wings to his heels, so to speak. And thus pretty soon the party was fast making tracks for camp. They were very silent, for some reason ; as we know the Seven Devils they are not usually quiet, especially under stress of such excitement as at present-excite ment that would have furnished most people a topic of conversation for a month. As it turned out, however, the plebes were all thinking of one subject, and that subject made them grave and quiet. Mark touched upon this point when he spoke at last; he seemed to divine what was in their minds. "Fellows," said he, "what do you think of Bull Harris ?11 There was no answer to the question ; the reason was that nobody could think of any word or combination of words quite adequate to express the fullness of his thought. "Do you know," Mark continued,

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ARMY AND NAVY 1559 after a few minutes' silence, "do you know Bull actually surprised me?" Texas had something to say to that. ''Nothin' that aire durnation ole coyote ever did would surprise me,'' said Texas. Bull has tried many contemptible tricks,'' observed Mark, thoughtfully, as if to himself. ''He has tried some things that would make the aevil himself blush for shame, I think. He has lied about me to the cadets and to the officers. He bas enticed me into the woods to beat me; be has played upc;m my kind ness to have me expelled. But he never yet has done anything to equal this." The silence of the seven as they tramped on expressed to Mark a great deal more assent than any words could have done. "It was so utterly uncalled for," Mark went on. "It was so utterly contemptible. And the brazen effront ery of it was the most amazing thing of all. One would have thought when he put the sheriff upon our track he would have kept his own iden tity secret. But to come right out before our faces and betray us-his fellow cadets! I declare I don't know what to do about it. Texas doubled up his fists suggestively. He knew what to do. 1N o,'' said Mark, noticing the un spoken suggestion. "I do not think it wonlcl do much good to whip him. Bull would not face me in a fair fight, and somehow I can't make up my mind to tackle him otherwise, even if he does deserve it. It don't do any good to frighten him, either, or to treat him de cently. Every effort seems to deepen his vindictiveness. I don't see fellows, how we are ever to have any peace while Bull is in West Point."' That just about expressed the situation, as it appeared to the seven. No peace with Bull Harris in West Point!" "B'gee !" exclaimed Dewey, suddenly. "I don't see any reason why he bas to stay." "How do you mean?" asked :Mark, slowly. He knew what Dewey meant, and so did all the others, but none of them liked to say it. "Simply," sajd Dewey-"as the Parson always remarks when be starts one of his long chemical formulas-simpl y, b'gee, that Bull has tried to get us dis missed from West Point a few dozen times. I don't now how often it's been, but I know it's been at least seventy times seven we've forgiven him. And now, b'gee, I say we get square, just for once.'' "I see what you mean," responded Mark, shaking his head. "It might be fair for me to get Bull expelled in some way, but I don't like that." "Durnation !"growled Texas, angrily, "I'd like to know why not. E we don't Bull Harris will get us fired dead sho', dog gone his boots!" "And self-preservation is the first law of nature, chimed in Dewey, "as the undertaker remarked when he swallowed his embalming fluid, b'gee." Mark laughed, but he still shook his head; the solemn Parson cleared his throat. "Ahern," said he, "by Zeus! Gen tie men, this is no time for a scientific dis sertation, or exemplification, so to speak. I was remarking-ahem-that no one would be less inclined to burden you with a lengthy discourse at this most inopportune moment. I shall according ly confine myself strictly to a lucid expo sition of the concatentation of complex circumstances involved, avoiding all tech nicalities--'' Dewey fainted here and had to be re vived by an imaginary bottle of smelling salts. He refused emphatically to come to, but vowed he wanted to stay unconscious till "it was over." All of which byplay was lost upon the grave scholar. What the Parson meant to say was finally ascertained by the rest, who were now nearly testored to their usual gaiety, forgetful of all such details as sheriffs and shot guns. It appeared that the Par son was quoting the law of that a man whose life is threatened may kill the man who menaces him. The Par son cited many authorities, legal, philo sophical and theological, to prove the validity of that assumption Then he proposed the question whether this case might not be an "analogue," as he called it, whether or not Bull Harris, who was threatening to have Mark dis -

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1560 .ARMY .AND N.A VY missed, did not make himself liable to the same treatment. It was a nice point in casuistry, and the Parson vowed that in all his investigation of theoretical ethical complications be had never met, etc., etc. The rest listened to all this with much solemnity. The Parson was in one of his most scholarly moods that night, and it was a whole farce comedy to hear him. But unfortunately his discourse put a stop to the serious discussion concerning Bull Harris; that problem was to arise again ver'y soon. During all this, of course, the party. had been hurrying up toward the post, with as much rapidity as they possibly could. They knew that if once they could manage to reach Fort Clinton and get into their uniforms, they would be en tirely safe. No one, not even a sheriff, would ever dream that those muchhunted and dreaded lunatics were Uncle Sam's pupils. Still laughing and joking with the classic Bostonian, they had almost reached the southern buildings of the post, before anything else happened. For it is neces sary to say right here that those plebes were not destined to reach camp that night, or rather morning, without further adventure. It was after one of the longest pauses in the Parson's discussions of that "casu istical complication.'' The rest were waiting for him to begin again, when suddenly from the woods to one side a sound of footsteps was distinctly heard. The plebes stopped short as if they had been turned to stone. They were almost turned with alarm. They heard the step again; it was several people advancing; and as one man the seven crouched sud denly to conceal themselves in the shadow of the bushes-the folly of their reckless ness flashed across them with horrible clearness at that moment. They had es caped from their danger, almost as if by a miracle. And then, instead of running with all their might for camp, seeking safety with all possible swiftness, here they were loitering along as if there were no such man on earth as a determined sheriff, and now--The noise of the advancing men grew louder every moment. It was evident that they were to pass almost over the plebes. There were several of them, tramping heavily, crashing the brush beneath their feet with a sound that to the hem bling listeners seemed the advance of a herd of elephants. Then there came a voice. "Ho, ho! You bet we've fixed him "Hooray! I just guess! Say, but I bet those plebes are sick just now." "I never saw a sicker looking plebe than that confounded Mallory in my life. By Heaven, he deserves it all, though. I could kill him." The last speaker was Bull Harris. They had gotten very near, almost on top of the crouching listeners. Mnrk clutched his companions and whispered to them-" Not a sound!" "I can hardly wait for morning to come, to see what happens when that blamed cad isn't there at revielle. isn't it great? Just think of theirbeing shut up in jail all night, without a chance of getting out. And they'll be fired sure as-good Lord '' This last exclamation was a perfect scream of terror from Bull. He had started back as if he had seen a ghost; his jaw had dropped, his eyes protruding. The rest were no iess pictures of conster nation. With folded arms and a upon his lips, standing in their path as real as life, though shadowy in tl1e faint moonlight, was the plebe they had left in the dungeon down at Highland Falls! CHAPTER V. "REVENGE IS JUST j REVENGE IS SWEET." The amount of alarm which that apparition caused to the yearlings it would be difficult to imagine. The idea of their hated rival escaping had never once flashed over them, and when they saw him it seemed like a visit from another world. It was so sudden that they had no time to think whether that were possi ble or not. Except for Bnll 's one frightened gasp the four made not one sound. They stood staring, ready to drop from sheer terror. And as for Mallory, he, too, was silent a . d motionless; he felt that a word would have broken the spell. There was perhaps a half minnte's

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.ARMY .AND N .A V Y l56l wait, and then came another move The re was a waving in the grass behind Mark, and another shadowy form rose s ilentl y into view. It was the Parson's solemn fea tures, and the Parson, too, folded his arms and stared. Aft e r that the rest appeared one by one, and a t e ach Bull Harris gasped and trembl e d more. They seemed to him like the g h os t s of men he had murdered. There was Dewe y n o t smiling for once. There w a s Indian, not scared for once. There w as Sl eepy w1de awake for once. There w a s Chauncey di g nified forever. And the n last of all w a s Texas; Texas broke the s p ell. It was not the latter's features, tho u g h, as Dewe y faceti o usly informed h i m, he had a f a ce that would break anything from a sptll to a broncho. But it w as what Texa s h e ld in his hand. It was hi s u s ual sty l e-forty-four calibre-and Texas was aimiug it right a t Bull's head. "Mov e o ne whi sker, an' I'll fire, y o u durna ti o n ole coyote. Dog gone your b oo t s ' That, quite naturally, proved that the pl e b es were of ordinary flesh and blood. The re w a s nothing shado wy about the g l ea m of that revolv e r, and Bull s t a rted bac k in still greater alarm. It was the Seven Devils' turn, after that. l\1ark always declared that it was per f e ctl y s a fe to let Texas 'hold up" BuJl a nd hi s g an g whenever it was necessary t o capture them, for Bull and his gang n ever had the courage to blink one eye when T e x a s was waving his weapons: There a re s ome advantages in being known as a bad man." It was so in this c ase; the s even sprang forward and flung the m s elv e s upon their tormentors and speedily had them flat on the ground, tied up with the remnants of the cowbo y's m ost s e rviceable lasso. The que s tion was then what shall we do with them? The plebes retired to a distance to talk that over. They h a d a l i ttle more than two hours left, b y the watch. During that time they were to devise and execute some act of retalia tion. The c o uncil proceeded to discuss wa y s and means. N o t to delay with details, suffice it to say that they talked for some ten minutes-and that then suddenly Mark sprang up and slapped his knee with excitement. "By jingo!" he cried. "I've got it!" After that there wa s excitement. Mark hastil y outlined his scheme, the others chuckling and dancing about in the meantime with sheer delight. Evidently this was an idea. Bull heard the merry lau ghter in the distanece, and he realiz ed that it boded ill for him. Bull bit his lip with vexa tion and struggled with his bon ds. His peace of mind was not increased in the least by the realization of the fact that :::very thing that happened to him was richly d eserved. He heard the hasty s tep s of the plebes as they approached him again. The plebes set about putting their plans into effect with all pos s ible celerity, and it was just a very short while before he comprehended the h orrible deed they were going to do. Bull kicked a nd fought till he was. blue in the face, but it did him not a bit of good, and it seeml!d to amuse bis cap tors. They untied him almost entirely. But he could not run because he was surrounded, and he dared not fight because Texas k ept his revolver levelled. They removed Bull's coat and trousers, and in their place put on the outlandish rig that Mark had worn. Then they tied him up again and turned their attention to the others. Indian managed to pull himself out of the almost bursting dress-suit he wore; the suit was put on Baby Edwards, and, so D e wey informed him, it fit him "like der paper on der vall." Chauncey, to his infinite relief, shed his smutty white outing costume a t last. And Dewey came out of his drum orderly uniform to furnish the fourth garment. After which the plebes put on the clothing they had taken from their prisoners and everything was well. Having once realized the design of their e nemies and likewise their own helpl e ssness, the yearlings were complete ly s ubdued, even terrified. It was all v ery well to send some hated plebes to jail as but to go themselves wa'l horrible. They saw that was the ultimate purpose of the Seven Devils. After a brief consultation the latter

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1562 .liRMY AND N.A. VY picked up their helpless captors and set out in haste for the road, which lay about one hundred yards to the left. They reached that, and after glancing about cautiously, hurried out and tied the yearlings tightly to conspicuous trees along the road. After that they had another whispered discussion, then turned and vanished in the woods. As to the rest of the Seven Devil' s actions, suffice it to say that they hurried up to camp, which they reached in safety. They hid their clothing, the source of so much trouble, and then stole past the s entry and entered their tents. They were soon sound asleep and utterly oblivious of the troubles of their unfortunate rivals. "If they can have the same luck as we," said Mflrk, briefly, "they may get away and welcome. If they can't, they must bear what would have been our fate. That is about as near to justice as I can come.'' Which summary contained the whole situation. Meanwhile exciting adventures were happening to Bull. It is presumed that the reader is interested, though so far as Mark aud his friends are concerned this story is already finished. The plebes had certainly not been gone ten minutes before the excitement began. The horrified and hopeless yearlings got their first warning when they heard sounds of approaching footsteps and excitedly discussing voices. "They came up this way, I tell you. We ought to go up and hunt above the Point, for the sheriff'll 'tend to this part." "Are you sure that gun's loaded, Jack? This is no child's play, for one of those fellows is armed." There were a few more remarks of this kind and then the party came view, almost in front of the prisoners. The latter were silent and motionless, for they hoped vaguely that somehow they might not be noticed. But alas, the white flan nel was like a torch in moon1ight. The searchers stopped short and stared in amazement. "Good Heavens!" exclaimed one, apparently the leader. "Here they are now The surprise that the apparition caused can well be imagined. They counted one, two, three, four-of the very men they were pursuing, tied hand and foot to trees along the roadside. Here was a mystery indeed! This was a strange thing for even lunatics to do, and the crowd of men handled their weapons nervously as they stared. "I have it!" cried one of them suddenly. "I know!" "What is it?" demanded the others. "The sheriff's caught and tied 'em here for us.'' That was a likely conjecture, and it took with the puzzled crowd, who were glad for any theory. In vain Bull and hi;:; crowd protested, in the words of Poe's poem, "I am not mad!" That was a likely story, coming from lunatics. And where did they get those clothes? None of the sheriff's posse chanced to be there; so there was no one to recognize Bull as the original giver of information. And as for his own protests and cri e s, they were of course insane ravings, to be listened to with gaping mouths and some pity. There was nothing for the captors to do but march the yearlings down to jail. This they did with no little caution, and considerable "display of firearms. There was not a man of them who did not f e el relieved when the gates clanged once more upon those desperate creatures. There is no need of describing the sensations which that same clang produced upon the creatures. It has all been described in the case of the Seven Devils; it was ju!:;t the same here, only aggravated by a feeling of baffied rage. It was Bull Harris deathknell, the clang of that gate. They were put in the same cell, but they were tied securely, and so there was no danger of their escaping "again." Having seen to this, the party went out, paying not the least heed to Bulrs fren zied entreaties to send for the sheriff. It was natural that a captured lunatic should rave and foam at the.mouth a little. Darkness and silence having fallen upon the jail the situation became clear at last to 1he wretched captives. They were tied hand and foot behind prison bars, it lacking then perhaps an hour and a half of reveille-and dismissal. They

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ARMY AND NAVY 1 563 h a d no watch to let them see the time, which made the situation all the more agomzmg If the sheriff came in timethough there was not the least reason for supposing he would-they might get out. If he didn't-Bull ground his teeth with rage when he thought of it. If he could h a ve gotten his fingers free and on Mal l o ry's throa t there would have been mur d e r done that night. It was perfectly clear to the yearlings h o w the form e r occupants of the cell had gotte n out; the broken bar told the story. But the prison e rs sc a rcely noticed that, s o wild w e re they with excitement and suspense and dre ad. The time on. Nobody knew how umch of it, and the four kept their bra in s busy di sputing with each other, s o m e vowin g tha t it was an hour, some a h a lf. It se emed as if Father Time were t a kin g an interest in punishing these v illains, for he went with agonizing slow ness. Sonfetimes a minute may seem an age. After all time is only relative; every m a n has his own time; depending upon the swiftness with which ideas are pass ing throug h his mind. It was thus a very long period, that hour and a half. The four knew not, as the end came near whether it were one hour that had passed or six. And they ]Jad almost gi v en up hope and become r es i g n e d, when suddenly there came a s t e p tha t made their hearts leap up and b eg in to pound. The outer door opened; then the door to thejr c e ll. A figure strode in. It was the sheriff! A p erfect pandemonium resulted. It to o k the official but a moment to recognize that thes e were not the lunatics. From their excited and frenzied pleadings he m a na ge d to make out the story of their mi s f ortune, their capture by the real lunatics. Also he made out that they were in a simply agonizing hurry to get out, to go somewhere. He knew that he had no right to hold them. He stepped forward and cut them loose, showed them to the door. An in stant later four figures were dashing up the street toward West Point at a speed that would have done credit to an antelope. This was a go-as-you-ples. s e race, each man for himself, and the devil, in the shape of dismissal, take the hind most. They sped on, past the boundary of cadet limits, the officer s hous e s, the Mess I:Iall. They were careless of consequences, making no effort to hide from any one. Time was too precious. A single glance at the parade ground ahead showed them that the gun had not yet sounded, that still there was h9pe. Their pace grew faster still at that. The Academy Building and the chapel they left behind them, and bounded up the road toward the camp. They sawoh horrors !-the corporal and his single private standing in front of the morning gun, about to fire! And a moment later the four, one after another, dashed wildly around the camp, past the astonished officer of the day, and plunged over the embankment of Fort Clinton, where their uniforms lay hid. Just 'vent the gun. And two minutes later, red and breathless, but still in uniform and safe, the four signalled the sentry, rushed into camp, and fell in for roll-call with their class-mates on the company street. The escape was narrow; but the was as good as a mile. [THE END.] The next West Point novelette will be entitled, "Mark Mallory's Defense; or, The Siege of the Devil 's Den,'' b y Lieu tenant Frederick Garrison, U. S. A.

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DICK HAMMOND S LEAP BY s W BEL L DICK LEAPED STRAIGHT OUT INTO MIDAIR. present century was still in its in fancy when, one fine May morning Dick Hammond strode briskly along the cliff path which led from the little fishing village of to the important seaport, Olivehampton. Dick -known in the locality to whtch he belonged as "Daring Dick"-was, at the time of our story a strapping young fellow of sixteen, with black locks curling over a brow which constant exposure to all kinds of weathe r had rendered as brown as a berry. Although a boy in years, he was a man in strength and experience, for on his young shoulders rested the burden of providing for a family which a tremendous and unexpected gal e had left fatherless some ten months since. So this explains why our hero was tramping along with a heavy basket of fish slung across his back, which fish he hoped to dispose of to the good people of Olivehampton before many hours had elapsed. It was four miles from Sunningbeacb to the great seaport. Dick' s long legs had accomplished the greater part of this distance when be reached a small hotel situated on the outskirts of Olivehampton, a few hundred yards from the shore. Thinking that buxom Mrs. Pride, the landlady of the same, might be in need of some fres h mackerel, Dick walked into the hotel and was proceeding to the kitchen when a loud, hoarse voice arrested b is steps. .What, ho! my fine young seadog!" bawled the owner of the voice, who, jurlging by the direction from which the sound c ame, appeared to be in the parlor. "What are your prices to-day, boy?" Dick, who bad passed the parlor door on his way to the kitchen, retraced his steps and entered the apartment in question, since be was always prepared to do business with any one who would do business with him. Entering the parlor, he saw, sitting at the table, with long pipe in mouth and glass in hand, a boatswain, whose dress showed him to belong to the navy. A dozen other sailors and marines were sitting about the room smoking and rlrinking.

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ARMY AND NAVY 1565 "Fresh mackerel, sir!" said Dick, swinging the basket off his back and opening it in such a manner that the other could take stock of its contents. "Caught this morning off Sunningbeach and as fine a lot as ever I've netted.'' As Dick spoke one of the marines rose carelessly to his feet and sauntered toward the door, against the posts of which he proceeded to lean in such a way that no one could enter or leave the room without first displacing his bulky form. "They're fine fish, and you are a fine lad," said the boatswain, surveying Dick;s lithe form with much interest. "Do you intend to be a fisherman all your life, boy?" "Ay, ay, sir, it's good enough a life for me," replied Dick, stoutly. "And you wouldn't like to go fight in' ?" asked the boatswain, playing with Dick as a cat does with a mouse, "and get heaps of prize money and as much grog as you like to swallow?" "I want to sell my fish," replied Dick, bluntly, taking in his surroundings with a wary eye, for, as soon as he had entered the room he had seen that he had fallen into a trap, and was surrounded by the press-gang of the U. S. S. Thunderer, about the doings of which he had heard so much lately. "But you wouldn't have no more need to sell fish," said the boatswain, persuasively, "if you turned seaman." "I'm quite content to remain as I am," said Dick, boldly. "And so, sir, perhaps you'll say whether you'll have the fish or not?" "I won' t have the fish; but I'll have you," gruffly rejoined the boatswain. "So will you come along quietly, my lad, or wi11 my jolly sea-boys here have to take you?" Dick looked round the room and saw that he was one boy against thirteen men, and then he thought of the little white cottage at Sunningbeach, and of the dear ones it contained, and of what they would do if he went off to fight. The mere idea of their helplessness made him set his teeth and determine to escape if he could possibly battle with such fearful odds. All the members of the gang were tough seamen, wiry and active as cats, any one of whom would be a match for him if it came to a hand-to-hand encounter. As for the man at the door, he was the stunliest of the lot, and there seemed to be no possibility of vpsetting him, muscular and agile though the fisher boy was. -But just as he was beginning to despair of ever escaping, Dick's quick eyes noted that the window, which was pretty near the floor, was open. "'Nell, boy," said the boatswain, "what's it to be?" "I'm not after joining the navy, sir," said Dick, "and I want to be about my business, if you're agreeable.'' The leader of the gang winked at one of his men, who sprang toward theboy. Dick, quick as lightning, flung his basket of fish at the seaman's head, and at the same time sprang through the open window and sped away as fast as his legs could carry him in the direction of Sunningbeach. Hardly a moment elapsed, however, before the whole gang were in pursuit of their prey. Dick looked back and saw that the men were not far behind, and that he would have to run "all he knew" if he wished to elude them. He was pretty confident in his own running powers, for not a man or boy in Sunningbeach could compete with him in point of speed. But he also knew tl;!at the / marines who composed the gang were picked men, and not at all likely to give up the chase simply because their quarry had got a short start of them. Dick possessed one advantage over them, which was that he knew every inch of the country, which he would have to traverse in order to place himself out of danger, and he rapidly made up his mind to head for a point of the cliffs from which he could make his way down to a cave known as the "Pigeon's Nest," with the labrynths of which very few people were acquainted. As the fugitive neared the point for which he was heading, he observed a party of sailors running toward him from the opposite direction. The members of the press-gang gave a loud shout as they, too, perceived the new comers, who were no other than a portion of the same gang, who had been searching for fresh victims farther afield, and were returning by way of the cliffs. Dick strained every nerve to reach the desired haven before these fresh foes could come up, an::l, by dint of a tremendous spurt managed to achieye his object while both parties were still some fifty yards away from him. At this point the cliffs were full a hundred and fifty feet high, and went almost sheer down to the water, which-it being high tidt at the time-lay calm and deep below, like a great mill pond. To the casual eye it would have seemed an impossibility to descend the cliff at this point, but Dick, as I have said before, was well acquainted with the difficulties of the descent and knew that, if once he cou,,. get past a certain point safely, he would be beyond reach of a hundred press gangs. Arrived at the top of the cliff, our fugitive hastily swung himself over its edge, and, taking advantage of every root, bush and projection, rapidly placed a considerable distance between himself and the summit. The sailors and marines in pursuit quickly arrived at the spot which he had just quitted, and at once came to the conclusionand rightly-that he was making for some hiding place. One of the party carried a coil of stout rope, and one end of this he hastily proceeded to fasten round his waist. ''If I can get a grip of the young bantam,'' he said, "he's ours; and I'll make him smart for flinging his fish at my figurehead! Now, my l ads, lower away, and when I get hold of him, haul away for all you're worth!" By this time Dick had reached a broad ledge which stood out from the face of the cliff. He had to drop from here on to another and a narrower ledge, and thence proceed with the utmost caution to slide down to a natural footpath which led to the mouth of the "Pigeon's Nest." From this footpath the cliff went straight down to the beach -one smooth slab of rock. When Dick reached the broad ledge already mentioned, he looked up and saw that one of his pursuers was being lowered by means of a r ope. Now he calculated that this member of the gang would reach him long before he could arrive at the

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1566 ARMY AND NAVY footpath, and so there was only one chance of escape left. He must jump into the sea! The marines on the top of the cliff were gazing intently at the fugitive and his rapidly-approaching pursuer, when they saw the boy put his hands above his head, advance to the edge of the ledge, and, jus t as the seaman was about to grasp his arm, leap straight out into mid air. Keeping his body perfectly stiff he shot through the intervening space and f ell into the sea with a splash that sent all the gulls in the neighborhood screaming awa y Spellbound at the sight, the press -gang gazed at the spot where Dick fell, feeling pretty certain that he had met his death by adopting such des perate means in order to escape their clutches. But Dick was a first -rate diver and swimmer, and a few moments after he disappeared he rose to the surface of the w ater and struck out for a little bit of beach which had not been covered by the tide. The men on the cliff could not refrain from utter ing a loud cheer as he reappeared. "That's a bold boy and no mistake!" exclaimed the boatswain, who had come up in time to witness Dick' s leap. "It must be nigh on ninety feet from (Copyrighted, America n Pub li shers' Corporatio n ) that ledge to the water. Well, let him be, lads-he deserves to get away after that. Ah! if every Jack Tar was of like mettle there wouldn' t be a single enemy left to fight agen us.'' So Dick, not much the worse for his ducking, was allowed to make his way back to Sunning beach in peace, and when he next wem into Olive hampton the landlady of the hotel paid him for the fish which he had seen fit to leave in her parlor when he had made such an unceremonious exit by the window. And as the boatswain and his men spread the story of Dick's leap about the town, h e found that he was quite a celebrity, and if you go to Olive hampton you will be shown the spot from which "Daring Dick Hammond" took his great lea p into the sea when chased by the press-gang. Later, as a relation of the f amily l eft s ome money to Mrs. Hammond, Dick went to sea and in course of time, met his old ene m y the bo a t swain, by whom he was greeted and thumped on the back with the utmost cordiality. And not only did Dick help fight the enemy, but eventually rose to the rank of boats w ain hims elf, and finished up a gallant career by losing his left leg for his country. ("THE TREA SURE O}' !SORA" was commenced in No.29. Bac k numbers can he obtained ot a ll newsdealers, CHAPTER XII. PREPARATIONS TO REPEL AN ATTACK. APTAIN WELLPOOL lowered his rifle, which he had aimed at the two men in the boat with his wife and daughter. Prob'l.bl y he would not have pointed it at them if he had not, while down in his c abin, added a very heavy dram to several he h a d taken before. But the sudden appearance of the thtee rudely built boats, filled with savage giants, w;rs almost enough to sober him, or at least to restore some portion of his commo n sense to him, for the situa tion was really appalling, even to him. The l.Joat had just started from the shore, after being delayed by grounding in the shoal water, and it contained his wife and daughter. Though he was a rather brutal man, he bad considerable affection for the members of his own family, oo:act ing as he often was in his requirements upon them, especially upon Dunk, who was not inclined to work any harder than he could help, and for this reason his father was all the more severe with him. Lon Packwood was still pulling the boa t with all his might, but he was farther off than the three boats of the enemy, still be was likely to keep out of their way if an arrow from some sharpshooter among the savages did not disable him. In a word, the three boats of the Indians were nearer to the Vulture than either the boat which contained Lon Packwood or that in which Mrs. Wellpool and Roxy had embarked; and for reason the enemy might intercept either or both of them before they could reach the vessel. Captain Wellpool seemed to be confused, proba bly because his mind was not clear after he had drenched his brain with whisky, for be did not say a word, though he was usually prompt and decisive at critical times, at least, so far as the management of his schooner was concerned.

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ARMY AND NAVY 1567 The present situation was new and strange to him, and he did not seem equal to the occasion, in his present condition of semi-intoxication, and he did nothing, though it might have puzzled a brighter man than he to know what to do under such circumstances. It did not yet appear, from any actual demonstration, that the Indians had appeared with hostile intentions, though the captain and his companions, had no doubt of the fact, for they were paddling their boats with all the speed they could get out of them toward the vessel. Three of the hands belonging to the Vulture were in the two boats, and there remained only five on board of the schooner, and it looked as though they were to bear the brunt of the battle. "Bring up all tlle rifles, Duncan," said' Captain Wellpool, as soon as he had in some measure collected his scattered senses, and began to realize the perils of the situation. "Don't you want the revolvers, too, father?" asked Dunk, as he moved toward the companionway. "Yes; bring up half a dozen of them, with the cartridges. They are in the locker under my berth," replied the captain. The master of the Vulture had considered the possibility of a quarrel with his former friend and his company, rather than with the Indians, though he did not expect any favor from the latter, and he had provided ten rifles and a dozen navy revolvers, with a sufficient quantity of ammunition or both arms. The rifles were all breech-loaders, capable of delivering a hundred balls in a very small space of time, depending somewhat upon the skill with which they were handled, if all of them were brought into use. Captain Wellpool had been confident that be could easily repel the attack of a hundred Indians with this arsenal of weapons, if so many should attack him; but he made his calculations with all the conditions favorable to his own side in the conflict, and he did not suppose such a thing as a separation of his forces, as happened to be the case at the present time. ''It looks as though we were in a bad box,'' said Mr. Tobias Boscock, the mate, coming up to the captain as soon as Dunk went below. ''It don't look just right at this minute,'' replied Captain Wellpool, looking first at the boat containing his wife and daughter, and then at the one in which Lon Packwood was struggling to reach the schooner before the savages cut off his retreat. ''Lon ought to pull two miles to their one, and I think he can do it. We want all our men if there is to be a fight, and it looks like it now," continued the mate. "But it is time something was done to stop those villains. '' "We will do something as soon as Duncan brings up the arms. Go uown into the cabin and help him bring them up, Lord," returned the captain, addressing the cook, who was standing near him, as was also Lark Bidwell, who had been shipped at Rio Janeiro, to take the place of Livy Wooster. Lord Percy sprang with a will to obey this order, for all the men were nervous while they waited for the attack, or whatever was to happen. ''The boats of the Indians have stopped," said Mr. Boscook, as the cook disappeared. ''There is a big fellow standing up in the stern of the head boat looking about him." "He is pointing to the boat coming from the shore,'' replied the captain; ''and he has not noticed it before. They are having a talk to decide what they will do.'' "They have settled it now," said the mate, "for there goes one of the craft in the direction of the boat with the women in it." "They will capture my wife and daughter as sure as you live!" exclaimed Captain Wellpool. "Leeks and Reeldon can't do anything against twenty of those big fellows.'' The captain spoke with a feeling of anguish in his tones, and perhaps he realized by this time that he had been very imprudent in putting off his preparations for defense, of whose necessity even Dunk had been aware. But Leeks had not been drinking whisky, and having all his faculties at his command, he had taken upon himself, as the abler of the two men, to assume the direction of the affairs of the boat. As soon as he saw that one of the three boats had headed toward him, he changed his course, and pulled toward the island, at the head of the bay. The squadron of the savages was nearer to the schooner than the boat from the cottage was, and the change in the course of the latter seemed to cut off the possibility of reaching the Vulture before she was attacked by the gigantic Indians. ''The other two boats are pulling for the vessel,'' said the mate, after he had noted the action of Leeks. "I think we can stop that boat," added the captain. "Hurry up with the arms, Duncan!" "I don't believe they can stand up against rifle shots, if we follow them up sharp," continued Mr. Boscook, as he went down into the cabin to assist in getting out the weapons which were so much neeeded. In the Straits of Magellan on the voyage, the men bad used the rifles, and all of them had had considerable practice in the use of weapons, so that the captain was confident they would be able to accomplish all that was required of them. With the aid of the mate, all the rifles and revolvers were brought on deck, and the party on board proceeded to load them for use, which was very readily clone with the patent cartridges. In a few minutes the captain was ready to repel the expected assault, though when be was in a con clition for action, be bad some doubts about shooting down the Indians before they had actually made any hostile demonstration. "Sheer off!" be shouted to the bead boat of the two that were approaching the schooner. ''Keep off! Don't come any nearer!" It was hardly probable that the saYages understood what be said to them, though they were now near enough to bear him; and the captain did the best be could in repeating his warning in Spanish, of which his voyages to the West Indies had given him a slight knowledge. At any rate, they did not cease to paddle their clumsy craft toward the schooner, and the big fellow in the stern of the bead boat replied with what sounded like a yell of defian'ce.

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1568 .A.RMY .A.ND NAVY By this time five breech-loAders were pointed at the enemy. CHAPTER XIIII. THE EFFECT OE BREECH LOADERS. "Keep off, or we will fire at you!" shouted Cap tain Wellpool, at the top of his lungs, and he at tempted to say the same thing in Spanish, though he did not fully succeed. Another yell of defiance came frqm the head boat of the savages, with a grand flourish on the part of the chief. Before the mate could discharge his rifle, several arrows came from the head boat, but all of them fell far short of the vessel, and the defenders of the Vulture had a chance to ascertain the range of the poisoned missiles, if they were poisoned. "That looks as though the villains meant business," said the captain. The mate took deliberate aim with his breech loader at the chief in the stern of the leading boat and then fired. A yell of consternation came from the boat, for the chief sank down into the bottom of the craft while the gaze of all the savages was directed toward him. THE !1ATE TOOK DELIBERATE AIM AT THE CHIEF IN THE LEADING BOAT, AND THEN FIRED, 11 It is no use to fool with such villains as they are,'' said the mate. "I don't think it is," replied the "They say you are the best shot on board, Boscook, and you may put a rifle ball into that fellow in the stern sheets. "Can't we all fire, father?" asked Dunk, impa tiently. "No; don't one of you fire till you get an order to do so," answered the captain. "What's the use of fooling with such cattle as they are?" muttered the son, in disgust at the policy of his father. The paddling ceased, and both boats came to a stand, apparently paralyzed by the disaster to the leading spirit of the expedition, and a confusd din of strange sounds came from the scene. "That was well done, Boscook," said the cap tain, with something like a smile on his brown and bloated face. "I don't believe they will want any thing more of that sort.'' 11 I used to be good for every moose I could see when I went out hunting,'' remarked the mate, pleased with the commendation of the captain. "But I don't think that will be the end of this business, and though they may change their tactics,

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ARMY AKD KA \'Y I they will be so marl that they won't gi\ e up tilJ thev have had their re\enge." ':If they wilJ only keep at a fair distance from us, I don't care for them,'' said the captain. 'They won t keep at a fair distance fro111 us; and you will ne\ er have any peace while those vil lains are within fifty miles of us," answered the mate. "If it was 1;1y case, I would no more try to settle on that island than I would try to sit clown on a hornets' nest.'' "Would you ghe up your plan after you had come twelve thousand miles, and spent as much 1110ney as I have to carry it out?'' ask eel Captain \Yellpool, greatly astonished at the remark of his co111panion. "If I wanted anything on that island I would get it and clear out; but I would not try to live ashore.'' ''I don't know; we will see.'' said the captain, as he turned to look at the boat which contained his wife and daughter. Leeks aud Reeldon seemed to have no difficulty iu keeping out of the way of the craft that was pursuing them, but it was clear enough that they could never reach the Vulture while the boat of the savages was in position to intercept them. "I tllink you had better see what you can do on the otller side of the schooner, Boscook. Perhaps you can stop that boat, and let my wife anrl daughter get on board," suggested tile captain. "If we set about it we can drop every Indian in that boat,'' replied the mate, as he walketl over to the other rail of the vessel. "ShalJ I bring down the big fellow in the stern sheets of t!Jat boat, Cap tain \\'ellpool ?'' ''Yes; that boat if you can,'' replied the captain. The mate elevated his weapon, and aiming at the fellow who stood up in the stern of the boat, urging on t!Jose wl10 were paddling, fired his rifle. The big Indian put one of his hands on his left shoulder, but he did not fall as the first had done, though it was immediately ev:dent that the shot had pr0duced consternation in his boat, for the paddling ceased. "You didn't drop him, Boscook, but the villains have stopped paddling, and that is all we want of them,'' said the captain. 'Here comes Lon Packwood!'' shouted Dunk, as the signalman came within hail of the schooner, for the rower bad improved his time while the sav ages were paralyzed by the sharpshooting of the mate. All the boats of the Indians had come to a stand, for the two shots had certainly made a decided impression upon them, brought them to a realizing sense of the danger of attacking civilized people. Lou Packwood used his oars with renewed vigor when he saw that be could get to the schooner be fore be was intercepted by the boats of the savages, and in a few minutes more he came alongside of the Vultnre. But he was so exhausted by his exertions that he seemed to be unable to do anything more, and he breatlled as though he had just come in from a five111 i le foot race. !Te threw the painter of his boat on the deck of till' ,chooner, where it was made fast by Dunk, and then, with his gaze fixed on the enemy, he endeavored to recover his lost wind. "Come on board, Packwood, aml let us know what you have been about," said the captain. "I can't do anything yet; I amused up,'' gasped the oarsman. "Let him rest a minute or two," suggested the male. 'He has spent all the \l"i nd there is in him.'' Ordinarily the captain would not have wailed for anv hand e\en if he bad lost his head, to say anything in lo his will, .lmt the experience durin"" the last hour bad modtf:ied h1s temper a litlle,"'and he turned his attention to the other of the schooner's boats. Leeks was nol slow to realize that something bad happened on board of the boat nearest to him, as well as in the others, and he changed hJR course so as to pass ahead of the former. Mrs. Wellpool and Roxy, with a proper respect for arrows of which they bad heard, had la111 down 1n the boat, p10bably by the advice of Leeks, and they were in no immediate danger of being hit by them. "That i a good move, and Leeks means to run by that boat while it is waiting," said the captain. ' No! lhev see what he is about, and they are par1dling again. He can't get by it." "Perhaps I can stop that boat again, for llle fellow that \\ as standing up in the stern was not ven badlv hurl though he has dropped down rest of then;,'' saicl the mate, as he raised his ri fte. "Stop it if von can, Boscook!" exclaimed Captain' for the safely of his wife and da4ghter, for the Indian boat looked as though it was on the point of falliug on the other. But Leeks was wide awake, and when he saw his danger, he changed his course, pulling away from his dangerous opponeut, for at this moment the arrows began to fall near him. ''I think we had all better do the best we can with the rifles,'' said the captaiu, when be saw that it would not be possible for the boat to reach the vesseL ''All of vou fire away as fast as you can, for they are shooting arrows at the boat, and we can't stand any more nonsense." Boscook fired first, but there was no prominent mau in sight now to aim at, and all he cou.ld do. was to fire into the occupants of the boat w1thout selecting an object for his sight. Tile captain and the rest of the party began to fire and the shots came thick and fast, though the were unable to see with what effect. But the firing had hardly begun before the Indian craft changed her course, paddling after the boat, which was headed directly toward the shore, for this was the onlv direction left open to it. ''Hold on, all!'' shouted the mate, after he had discharged several balls from his ri fte. "What is that for?" demanded the captain, who was disposed to keep up the volley. "You will shoot,vour wife and daughter if you keep up the fire,'' rep! ied the mate, who was the coolest man in the party, and was evidently better qualified to command in the affair than Captain Wellpool. "The Indians are between us and our boat, and you may shoot your wife and daughter if you keep it up." The firing ceased for the present.

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ARMY NAVY CHAPTER XIV. THERELPLESS CONDITION OF THE SCHOONER. Leeks and Reeldon appeared to be increasing their distance from the Indian bQat in pursuit of them, and the enemy had ceased to fire arrows at their craft, either because the distance was too great for them, or because t!Iey were too much occupied \Yith their paddles to use their time in that way. While the party on board of the Vulture were busily watching the contest between oars and paddles nearer the head of the bay, Lon Packwood had come on the deck of the schooner. He had recovered his wind and was in condition to speak, and there was a little respite in the course of the affair which enabled him to explain, if he could, bow the savages happened to be in the bay, instead of approaching the entrance of the bay where the schooner had come in. ''What have you been about, Packwood?" asked Captain \Yellpool, as soon as he saw the signalman on deck. "Why didn't you let us know that the Indians were upon us soon enough to let us get ready for them?'' That was just like the captain, to ask somebody else why his own duty haclnot been properly done; for he himself had delayed tv do anything till the sayages were upon him, in spite of the suggestions of those around him. ''I obeyed my orders to the letter as long as I could, and when I could not do so any longer, I did the next best thing I could," replied Lon, who was a very intelligent youi1g man. "Then yon did n0t _obey your orders?" demanded the captain, sourly. ''I did so as long as I could,'' returned Lon. "When the onlers did not fit the situation, I had to act on my own responsibility." "You had no business to act on your own responsibility, I gaye you orders what to do, and you ought to haYe obeyed them, and done nothing else.'' Captain Wellpool had been below again, and imbibed another tmi1bler of raw whisky, and his jthlgment was not a little affected by Uu! increased heat iu his brain. There was something wrong, but be could not realize what it was, for the savages had been expected to appear at the entrance of the bay, whereas they had first sho\\"n themselves near the head of the bay, at a short distance from the location of the cottage. ''If I had obeyed my orders, I should haYe been on the hill at this moment in tead of being on of the Vulture,'' replied Lon. '' l\Iy orders were to hoist the signal if I saw any Indians com-111g toward the island, and that was precisely what I eli d." ''Where were they when you saw them first?" asked the mate, who saw that the feelings of the signalman were hurt by the remarks of the captain, and that he was very unjust to blame him for what was not his fault. "Yes; where were the Indians wben you saw them first?" repeated Captain Well pool, whose speech was rather thick after the dram he had just taken. "Tell me just where you first saw them." ''I first saw them down toward the south end of the island, when they were at least three miles from me; and then I hoisted the signal." "You did hoist it, for I saw it myself," stammered the captain. "But you did not take to your boat and pull to the schooner when the villains came to the entrance of the bay; aud you hadn't any business to disobey your orders. )VIr. Boscook looked very nervous aud impatient, and it was plain enough that all his sympathies were with the signalman, as it was that the master of the Vulture did not know what he was talking about. "The Indians did not come to the entrance of the bay, Captain Well pool,'' returned Lon, in a decided tone, for he could not help feding an utter contempt for the master of a vessel who would allow himself to be in snch a condition in the hour of imminent danger. "Didn't the Iudians come into the bay?" demanded the tipsy commander. "But I know they did, for I saw them here. I am willing to swear on the mainmast that I saw them in the bay. In fact, they are here now, and there they are.'' He reeled to the rail and pointed to the two boats which were still where they were when the chief fell in one of them; and some sort of a discussion seemed to be in progress among the savages. "The Indians did not come into the bay by the entrance, where we came in," interposed the mate, wishing to protect the signalman from the needless abuse. "They couldn't be here if they didn't come in," replied the captain, trying to brace himself up for an argument. ''Don't you see they are in the bay, Mis'r Boscook ?" and he pointed at the two boats again. ''I know tlley are here; but they did not come in the way we did," said the mate. "How'd they get in then?" "I don't know, and that is what I should like to ascertain," answered the mate. "Perhaps Lon Packwood can tell us something about it." ''Tell us wbat you know, Packwood," continued the captain, holding on at the rail to support himself. 'After I hoisted the danger signal, as I was ordered to do, I watched the three boats of the Indians,'' replied Lon. ''They came within a mile and a half or two miles of the hill where I was, and then they paddled in shore.'' ''What they do that for?'' "They didn't tell me ""hat they did it for, and I couldn't see any re Json why they should do so at that time." "They didn't tell you?" "They did not; they didn't say a word to me," answered Lon, hardly able to keep his-graYity at the silly questions of the captain. 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ARMY AND I'd .. VY had not made half a mile before I saw them coming out of a passage among the trees.'' The captain had dropped upon one of the water casks lashed to the bulwarks, and by the time Lon finished his narrative he was fast asleep, overcome by the strong drink he had poured down his throat in his excitement. "He is i11 a pretty condition to save his wife and children from the Indians," said the mate, and when Duuk had gone forward to obtain a better view of the position of the boat in which his mother and sister were pursued by the savages. Mr. Boscook said no more, but he was conscious that the duty of the commander devolved upon him in the present state of things, and he was ready to assume the responsibility of his position. Just as Dunk came aft again, his father rolled upon the deck for the round side of the cask was not a secure position for a man in his cqndition, and he lay on the deck, unable to get up. "Here, Lord Percy, take bold of him and we will put him in his berth, for he will be of no use no deck," continued the mate, calling in t!Je cook to his assistance. Dunk offered no objection to this step, and the mate and the cook bore the tipsy commander to his stateroom, where he was disposed in an easy position in his berth and left to sleep off his drams. By this time the two boats nea:::est to the Vulture appeared to be in motion again, and a bigger man than the one who had been shot down was standing up in the stern of the head one. It looked as though the discussion had been in regarrl to the succession to authority, and that the question had been settled by the adoption of the fellow who occupied the place of hjs-predecessor in office. Mr. Boscook took his rifle again, and directed the rest of the party to do the same, and be took careful aim, and fired, but it did not appear the new chief had been hit, or, if he was, he made no sign to that effect. "Sail, ho!" shouted Lon Packwood, at this moment. All eyes were directed toward the entrance of the harbor, where alone a sail could be seen. "That's the Albatross!" shouted Dunk. Captain Ridgefield's vessel had arrived at a critical moment. ('fO BE CONTINUED.) A YOUNG BREADWINNER : OR, GUY HAMMERSLEY'S TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS. The Story of a Brave Boy's Struggle for Fame in the Great Metropolis. Bv MATTHEW WHITE. jR. (Copyrighted, American Publishers' Corporation. (''A "YOUNG BRI<;ADWIN.NER" wa. s coJUliJellcctl in No. 22. CHAPTER XXXV. WAR ON WHEELS. mEFORE Colonel Starr could do anything to prevent it, Harold bad given vent to apiercingcry, "Help! help!" Tobe sure the colonel at once clapped his hand over his mouth, but the mischief had been done. "Rallo; what's up there, I wonder?" said the young wbeelman to himself, and checking his speed, he dismounted with the intention of making an investigation. But meanwhile the instigator of this bold abduction, holding poor Harold with one hano, had leaned over and grasped the lines from Edwatd with the other. "Whip np, whip him up, I tell you!" he cried under his breath, and slashing the poor nag on the hack with the reins, he tried to .urge him into a gallop. Edward obediently plied the whip, and surBaek JllllHiter::; he u1Jta.iuet1 of nllJH!WSllealers.) prised into a spurt, the horse left his jog trot for a few minutes, so that, when the bicyclist turned round he found the carriage quite a distance in the rear. But this fact only fired him with a greater desire to make his investigation. ''Here's a chance I've been wishing for ever since I learned to ride," he muttered to himself, as, spriuging into the saddle, he started iu pursuit of the vanishing vehicle. Silently as an airship the rubber-shod steed sped over the g:round, and before CQ].onel Starr was aware that his flight was really a chase, the stranger was alongside. "Rallo, bold on here!" he called. "I want to speak to you.'' "Don'tanswerhim," the colonel warned Edward, still keeping his hand over Harold's mouth. "Drive faster.'' This last, however, was something which could not be compassed, especially since the young wheelman had ridden up a:ongside of the horse and was calling out two ''Whoas' for every one of Edward's" Get up theres."

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1572 ARllfY AXD NAVY This terribly exasperated Colonel Starr. ' Hi, there,'' he finally shouted. ''What are you doing? Can t you see we're in a hurry? Look out, or we'll run you down.'' But to this thP. cyclist paid no other attention than to sligthly turn his head and call back: "I'm bound to see this thiug through. There's something wrong inside there, so you might as well stop and explain first as last.'' ''Confound your impudence!'' roared the colo nel. "I'll have you arrested at the first town. What do you mean by obstructi11g travel on the public highway in this manner?'' The cyclist made no reply, merely spun ahead and straight across the road, right under the horse's nose, crying, ''Whoa there!'' at the top of his lungs. Now, as the beast was nearly blown from the effect of his spurt, this little act of head ing off furnished him with all the excuse he wanted for stopping short, which he did with such sudden ness that Edward was thrown forward on his knees with his chin on the dashboard. The wheelman did not lose a second. but dis mounting in a trice and letting his machine down on the ground, he rushed up to seize the horse by the bridle. "Now, then," he crierl, "I want to know who you've got in there that gave that cry for help. Who's that boy that you're holding down, Mr. Fat One?'' There was a twinkle in the young man's eye as he added these last words, hnt there was 110 fooling about the lone in which lie spoke. He was a tall, well-built fellow, dressed in regular cycling rig, and it was plain to be seen that Edward was already overawed by his appearance. As for the colonel, he was terrible in his wrath. He could not do much himself, as one arm was fully occupied in keeping Harold quiet. But his Yoice was unencumbered, and he used some pretty strong language, that is, it was strong, if not pretty. It was alf in the line of abuse of the man who dared to stop a traYeler on a State highway in this unlawful manner. ''Get out of the way instantly,'' he thundered, "or I shall dri,e oYer you. Edward, go on," and finished up by chirruping loudly to t!Je horse him self. But with a young giant at his head and only a weak-minded hireling at the reins, the animal decicled that he preferred to stand still. "Now what are you doing to that boy," de manded the wheel man. ''Let him talk for 11 imself.'' "He is my son, and I haYe a right to do as I please with him," returned the colonel, finding that he would be compelled to give some explana tion. "Then why are you afraicl to let him speak for himself?'' returned the stranger promptly. "I'm not," and removing his band from Harold's mouth, the colonel bent down and whis pered in the boy's ear, "Remember wllat I told you.'' HaroldlNsitated for an instant. What if the colonel should turn out to be really his father? Besides, if he spoke now and the young man with the bicycle did not succeed in wresting him from the clutches of his captor, his last state would cer tainly be worse than his first. But it only for an instant that the boy hesit::ttecl. Then came the thought of his motl1er, her failing llealth, and the realization that his disap pearance might prove a sllock from which she could scarcely rally. "I will be braYe," was the boy's decision, and instantly his clear voice rang out with the words: "I am not his son. He is kidnapping me. My name is Harold Gleun, aud--" But at tllis point the colonel, noting the sudden gleam of recognition that came into the wlleclman 's eves at the mention of this name, once more cli!pperl his hand over the boy's mouth, and forced him into the back part of the carriage, where he COlllmanded Edward to stand guard over him. "Oh, ho, I see it all now!" exclaimed the cyclist. "You want the boy for what be can bring you in. What an item for the morning papers! Come, now, instantly set that young gentleman out on the road here, or I will follow you till I get force enough to compel you to do it. Oh, no fear but what I can keep up with you. I am out for an afternoon's ride, with no particular destination, so I can just as well afford the time as not.'' The colonel's only reply was a torrent of threats and another attempt to urge the horse on past the determined young man who stood holding his bridle. But the urgings no more moved the horse than did the abuse the man, and things were at this deadlock when a market wagon, loaded to the brim, and bound for the ferry, appeared on the scene. On the seats were the farmer and his wife, and, as the colonel was the first to catch sight of them, he called out; ''Hey, there, run your team over this young man's wheel, will you? He is trying to stop travel on the highway." The cyclist turned like a flash. "Don't you do it!" he cried. "But come and hold his horse while I go into that carriage and rescue a boy this man's trying to kidnap." "Law's a massy, Ephraim, what be all this?" exclaimed the farmer's wife, as the heavy wagon was brought to a standstill. "Don't know, Maria, but ef ye'll bold on ter the animals, I'm boun' ter fin' out," and, as he spoke, "Ephraim" climbed down from his lofty perch, and with eyes agog walked over to the spot where the young bicyclist was standing. "Here, hold this horse, and don't let him stir, no matter what the fellow in there says,'' commauded tlle man who had stopped travel, and, without giving the farmer opportunity to say whether he would or wouldn't, he sprang upon the shaft, and in another instant was gappling with the colonel. ':Now you scoot out the back-never mind tear ing the curtains," he called out to Harold. For the colonel had been obliged to call Edward to his aid, and thus left free Harold was not slow in aYailing himself of the opportunity for escape pointed out to him by his unexpected champion. Pressing against the rear curtain of the rickety vehicle with all his might, he worked himself down, feet foremost, the slimsy canvas answering with a "sish sish" to the strain. The next instant he was on the ground, and in

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:N.A YY obedience to the beckoning hand of the farmer's wife, made a dash for the clumsy vehicle and in a trice was seated on the lofty driver's perch. As oon as the young wheel man became aware that his plan bad been successful, he adroitly extricated himself from the entwining arm of the colonel, who was as clusmy as he was big, sprang back to the ground, and calling to the farmer to lea\'e the horse's head, administered a lusty slap on the hip to that much-enduring animal which sent him ofT on another spurt. "For the lo\'e o' mercy, what war all the trouble about?" inquired the old farmer, rubbing llis chin, and gazing from the rescuing cyclist to the rescued boy a if he had been bewitched by one or the other of them, he couldn't decide which. ''I jess stepped down ter look into matters-didn't want ter take sides till I was sartain what one I ought to go in with, but somehow--'' ''Never mind, quire," broke in the young man. "You did just the right thing, and you'll never regret it, and I'll see that they spell your name right when they put it in the papers to-morrow morning.'' "::>Iy name in the papers!" repeated the old man, looking more dazed than ever. ''Yes, yes,'' the other assured him. ''But we haven't time to stop and explain matters now. I'll do that on the ferryboat. Just you take that young gentleman along with you to the river, and I'll see that our fat friend doesn't interfere again." CHAPTER XXXVI. A FREQUENT CHANGING OF SUBJECT. Our friend, the cyclist who had c!Jampioned Haorld 's cause, did not find it necessary to prevent Colonel Starr from interferiug with the boy's journey to the ferry on the farm wagon. The colonel evidently considered that it would be best for himself in the end to own up to being beaten, for be never turned is carriage around. The farmer's horses were put to a trot, so that the wheelman could ride by the side of the wagon, and Harold told his story. It would be bard to say whether the worthy couple who had assisted in the rescue were more astounded at the boldness of the colonel's scheme for abduction than at the fact that such a small boy should be a ''play actor.'' The gave his name as Stanley Cross, and on reaching the New York side padlocked his machine and left it at the ferry bouse while he went up town with Harold. "I'm ever so much obliged to you hoth," said the latter, in parting with farmer Ephraim and his wife, "and if you'd like to see me act I'll get l\Ir. English to send you tickets for the first matinee if you'll give me your address.'' 'Well, well, I do declare n<'w,'' was all the olrl man could say, but he produced the stub of a lead pencil and wrote directions for sending the tickets that filled the entire back of an old envelope Cross banded him, for he was so fearful the letter would miscarry that he put down the county township even. It was by this time five o'clock and almost dark. ''I wonder if mamma knows about it yet,'' re marked Harold, soberly, as he an.:! Cross descended the ele\'ated stairs at street. "If she does, she must--Why, there's Guy!'' And so it was, and Ridley Westmore and Arthur l'lhepard with him, all three with the most solemn visages. They were just about to cross the avenue to the down-town station when Harold saw them. "Guy, Guy!" he called out, making a dash fot t.ohe middle of the street. "Were you looking for me?'' All three of the young fellows started as thougk it bad been Harold's wraith who had spoken. Then they pounced on the boy in a body, and for awhile t!Jere was such a babel of questions and exclama tions that there was uo room for either ans" ers Oi' counter queries. But at length Harold managed to make them umlerstnnd that not himself but Mr. Stanley Cross was the hero of the day, whereupon the whole party right about faced and bore Mr. Cross off to the flat to receive the tllauks of Mrs. Hammersley. ''Does site know?'' asked Harold. "Well, we didn't tell her you were returned Guy. ''We only let her suppose that you were 'mislaid.' But what an audacious scheme of Starr's that was! He counted on your being chicken-hearted Harry, my boy, and that is wllere he slipped up. But what a 'jolly scare' as Ward would say the wllole thing has given us! When I got to the Westmore's at dinner time I found Ridley here fuming away, for he'd got it into his head that I must have sent for yon, and the people at the theatre in telling about it bad got things mixed." ''And didn't you evet think that Mr. Starr-I just won't call him 'colonel'-bad anything to do with it?'' asked Harold. "How should we? WIJen I found you weren't at the Westmores', we posted down to the Jura to see Shepard about it, and il was he told us the note that took you a'way was supposed to have come from Ridley here." "And what did you do then?" Harold wanted to know. "Betook oursehoes to the Westmore stables as quickly as an eugine could carry us, only to find out that nobody there knew anything about you. Then we came over llome and were just bound, some of us for police headquarters, others to put a note in the papers, when we met you.'' Before they reac!Jed the flat Ridley and Cross discovered that they knew in common, and on opening the door of' the cozy little apartment another surprise was found to be in waiting. This was Judge Dodge, who had come to call on Mrs. Hammersley, and whom Ruth was endeavoring to entertain without letting him know that Harold was missing. "I should have felt so humiliaterl," she explained afterward, "to have him think that we couldn't take care of the boy after we'd got him." But there was no keeping the thing secret now, and a general jollification over the "lost found" was held in those little rooms. Besides it was ali out in the papers llt!Xt morning exactly as Stanley Cross bad predicted. Indeed, Guy more than pected that the enterprising young gentleman had a band in getting it there, as he was a Columbia sophomore with a predilection for scribbling. And he was heard to remark, moreover, that the publi-

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1514 ARMY AND 1AVY cation of the item would prove a first-class adver tisement for the new Fauntleroy. Well, the first performance was a great success. Harold became the talk of the town, the Four Hundred "took him up," and the Hammersley's modest flat formed the stopping place for many swell turnouts, whose owners were only too rejoiced if the "little lord" would condescend to take a turn in the park with them. And such an avalanche of requests for autographs came in that Ward suggested Harold should get a typewriter to save him from writer's cramp in supplying them. Judge Dodge remained in the city, and twice attended the theatre with Hammersley, who soon became well enough to take Guy's place as Harold's dresser. Of course Harold's salary removed all cause of financial worriment from the minds of the members of the "assorted family," and the sight of the boy's glowing face as he placed the envelope containing it in his mother's lap was something long to be remembered. Now that :Vfrs. Hammersley had reco\'ered and no longer needed her ministrations, Ruth, through Dr. Pendeleton's influence, secured three pupils for violin instruction, and by the first of February had saved up enough money to pay the passage back to England of herself and Ward. They were to sail on Washington's Birthday. On Valentine's Day Ruth, chatting with Guy at the breakfast table, remarked, with a smile: "l\Irs. Westmore called again yesterday afternoon. She seems to take it very much to heart that you won't come and live with them. She told Mrs. Hammersley that it was your loyalty to her that kept you here. 'Of course, I understand, Mrs. Hammersley,' she said, 'just how he feels about it, for now that the Farleighs are going away you would be here all alone with the boy.' And--" Her e Ruth stopped, colored a little, then went on hesitatingly: "I don't know whether I ought to tell you this or not. Or perhaps you have guessed it yourself." "Guessed what?" exclaimed Guy, his curiosity thoroughly aroused. "\Vell, perhaps you know already," returned Ruth, toying with the spoon in her coffee cup, "and in that case it would be-would be rather embarrassing for me to tell you. Really, now, haven't you any idea of what I mean?'' "Really, I shall begin to think terrible things of somebody unless you tell n1e plainly what all this is about.'' "No, I won' t tell it," rejoined Ruth. "I can't. Rut I'll tell you something el>e, from which you can infer the other. When Mrs. Westmore said that about your wanting to stay here to keep your mother company, l\'Irs. Hammersley blushed and changed the conversation. Now do you see?" 'No, I don't," returned Guy, bluntly; "and it's my opinion you're dodgi11g tile point at issue." "Yes, that's just it," burst forth Ruth, witll a nervous little laugh. ''It's Judge Dodge.'' Then Guy comprehended, and wondered why lJe had been so blind before. It was e\en so. Tlleir common interest in Harold had taught Judge Dodge and l\'Irs Hammersley to hme a common interest in one another, and very soon he who had been the boy's grandfather in name became his stepfather in reality. And at the close of the New York season Harold was with<1rawn from the stage and went to liYe again in that beautiful home in Brilling. The dny of the marriage Guy took him to the Westmores with him, where he remained during the wedding trip, and where Guy him elf has now taken up his permanent residence. Early in June he and Ridley drove out to Rye, as the latter was extremely anxious to see the place. They found that the major was dead, and that his son, the owner, had returned to America for a few \'i'eeks to see if he could not dispose of the property. "Now I'm going to find out how that front door came to be lockerl after you had gone inside,'' said Rirlley, when Guy had pointed out 1\lax to him. A few inquiries elicited the information that the German bad become nervous at the wedding lest he had failed to lock the door behind h im, and had come back and tried it. Finding it open, and the key under the mat, where he always p laced it, he concluded that he had done what be bad suspecter! himself of doing, locked the door, and hurried back to the festivities. Ridley was very enthusiastic about the beauties of the place, got his father on his side, thumped his brain till he thought of "View Point'' as a 11ew name, and then induced llis mother and sister to put aside their prejudice and come up again and look at it. Tbe result was a purchase-after Ridley had agreed to take the major's rooms for his own, with Guy to share them. And here our hero spends his summers. His salary has already twice been raised at Ken worthy & Clarke's, where he and Arlington-who now shares Shepard's rooms at the Jura-are held in high regard. Guy is obliged to submit to a good deal of teasing from Bc>rt on the score of Amy Westmore. His standard reply to these thrusts is: ''But we are cousins.'' ''Three times removed, though,'' laughs Bert, adding: "Three times and out, you know, which in your case, my boy, is sure to mean in-the toils of matrimony." Whereupon Guy always changes the subject, as Mrs. Hammersley did before him. (THE END.]

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l5iG AND NAVY Rufus needed no second bidding, hut crawled out from under the bed before the astonished gaze of Leonard Wilton. "What does this mean?" he ejaculated. "It means, Wilton, that I ain't quite such a greenhorn as you thought I was." Joshua Beckwith whippen out a big jack-knife and began to cut the cords that confined the package. Wilton sprang from bis seat and made for the door. "You have played a trick upon me!" he exclaimed. "I won't stay here. to be insulted. "Not so fast, Wilton," responded Beckwith, placing his back against the door. "You don' t move out of this room till I've found out what is in that package. Leonard Wilton eyed doubtfully the tall, athletic form of his count y acquaintance, and decided that he would have to submit. He resumed his seat sullenly while Beckwith cut the cords. Opening the package it was found to contain a thick pile of green paper slips cut in the shape of a bank note. "I guess you've made a little mistake, Wilton," said Joshua, coolly. "Our folks up in Greel1\ille ain't quite so green as to take tbis for genuine money. You've tackled the wrong critter this time. What have you got to say for yourself, any way, Wilton?'' "I've got this to say, that you'd never have found out the trick for yourself, you thick-headed granger. It's this boy that's put you on the scent." "Well, he did drop me a little hint that you was a scalawag, and I bad better not trust you too far. "I thought so. He'd better have minded his own business. '' "And not interfere with an honest man, hey, Wilton?" "I'll get even with yon, boy, for this!" said Wilton, furiously. "Just lel me get you alone, and ''And what?'' asked Rufe, boldly. "I'll teach you a lesson you won't soo n forget." "Thank you, l\Ir. \Yilton; you're very kiJI(l, but you don't scare me. I shan't lose any sleep over what you say." "You can go now, \Vilton," said Joshua stepping aside from his position in front of the door. ''The best of friends must part, you know!'' "Confound you for a shtpid fool!" said the adventurer, savagely. "I wasn't quite stupid enough to get taken in by you. Good-by, Wilton. Don'tforgetyourpackage." But by this time Wilton was on his way downstairs. "My young friend," said Joshua Beckwith, changing his tone, "you've done me a good turn. If it hadn't been for you I'd have been two hundred and fifty dollars out, and served me right, too, for conspirin' to cheat the gover'ment. I want you to accept this money to show that I'm sensible of what you've done." He drew from his vest pocket a ten dollar bill and offered it to Rufus. The boy hung back. "I'd rather not take it, Mr. Beckwith." "I'd rather you would," sad Joshua, earnestly. "If you won't take it as a gift, I'll lend it to you, and when you're rich eqpugh you can return it to Joshua Beckwith, of Greenville, New Hampshire.'' "Thank you, sir. If you put it that way, I'll take it. Anu now, Mr. Beckwith, I ll bid you good-by.'' "Not just yet, boy. I want you to dine with me. We'll have a good dinner, too, if it breaks me." Mr. Beck.witl1 was as good as his word. He ga,e Rufus such a dinner in the hotel restaurant as bt never remembered to have eaten before. \\'ben he ro:e from table be was obliged to loosen his vest. Later in the afternoon he guided hi new friend to the Fall Ri,er boat, and returned to his room feeling that he had been a favorite of fortune. "Look at that, Micky!'' said be, showing his ten-dollar bill. "Would you advi e me to buy a house on Fifth avenue or--" "Put it in the savings bank," said Micky, promptly. "Micky, you're a boy of sense," said Rufe. ''I'll do it to-morrer. '' The next forenoon be had an errand to Brooklyn, and on his return decided to walk across the bridge. About mi(lway his attention was drawn to a young man of perhaps twenty-five, whose uu steady gait showed that be had been drinking too much. Rufus was but a few feet behind him, when the young man, under some mad impulse, swung himself to a plank that crossed the cable road to an electric lamp, darted across this and clambered hastily down an iron girder to the roadway, across which he dashed and started to climb the outer parapet, with the evideut intention of throwing himself into the river. R ufe took it all in at a glance, and followed "i th all possi hie speecl. CHAPTER VIII. AN ADVEN'l'URE ON THE BROOKLY::\1 BRIDGE. Rufe seized him forcibly by the leg just in time. "Let go!" shouted the young man, struggling desperate! y. Rufe did not answer, but exerting all his strength held the inebriate till he was compelled to jump back to the driveway. ''What were you goin' to do?" asked Rufe. "I don't know," auswered the young man, gazing about him with a yacant expression. "Did you want to drown yourself?' The inebriate mutlerecf something about swimming across. Rufus took the opportunity to scrutiuize the man he had rescued. He was a young fellow of m id,lle height, ,ery well dressed, and appeared to be in good circumstances, perhaps rich. It was difficult to conceive a reason for such a man wishing to make away with himself. "Where do vou live?" asked Rufe. 'I am stopping at the Grand Central Hotel." "Shall I go home with you?" "I wish you would-I don't feel right here," and the young man put his hand to his forehead. "Will you take my arm?" said Rufus-noticing that his companion found a difficulty in walking straight. "Yes." answered the young man, who seemed disinclined to say more than was necessary. When they reached the New York end of the bridge he walked with difficulty, and Rufus sug taking the horse cars.

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ARMY A::-vell-filled wallet to our hero. ''Put it in your pocket, and give it to me at .the hotel." ''All right, sir.'' Rufus had no difficulty in securing a hack, and a few minutes brought them to the Grand Central Hotel. When Hugh l\Iorrill, for that was the young man's name, entered his chamber, escorted by his young companion, he asked Rufus to remove his coat and vest, and threw himself on the bed. ''I suppose you won't "ant me any more, l\'lr. 1\Iorrill, '' said our hero. ''Here i. your pocket book.'' "Don't go away! I'm not fit to be left alone. Stay with me! I'll pay you. is your name?" 'Rufus Rodman.'' 'Are you a poor boy?" '\ yes, sir.'' ''I'll pay you for your time. Stay with me.'' "All right, Mr. Morrill, if you want me to. Is there anything I can get for you?" "No. I'm going to take a sleep. You can sleep, too-on the sofa. '' "Very well, sir." Rufus took the stranger at his word and lying down on a luxurious sofa soon feel asleep himself. He had been at the theatre late the previous night, having venh1red to treat Micky and himself to an evening's amu ement out of the ten dollars which Joshua Beckwith had given him. This and the unwonted softness of his bed invited slumber, and three hours passed before he woke up. As he opened his eyes be saw Hugh Merrill sittiug up in bed, eyeing him with a puzzled look. ''Who are you?'' he asked. ''Rufus Rodman.'' "Are you a friend of mine?" ''I hope so, '' answered R ufe, with a smile. "How did you get in?" "Don't you remember that I brought you home from the Brooklyn Bridge?'' dawned upon the young man, and the events of tlle morning came back to J1is recollection. "WasI Yery drunk?'' he asked. "You could not walk straight. l\Jr. ::\Iorrill." "DidI "try to do anything foolish?" "You tried to jump off the bridge." "And you pulled me back?" ' Yes, si. r. "I remember now; I thought I was going to have a swim. I am a very good swimmer, and have been from a boy. I didn't mean to commit suicide, though it looked like it. I was not in a condition to know wllat I was about." ''That is what I thougllt, sir." ''And you saved m: life,'' continued the young man, earnestly. "I suppose, I did, sir," answered Rufus, modestly. "You must think I am a great fool!" "I think anyone is foolish who drinks too much,'' said Rufus, frankly. '' Vou are right, there, but I was not perhaps so foolish as you imagine. I only drank oue glass of whisky.'' ''Would one glass of whisky affect yq,ulike that?'' "That is what I don't understand. I'll tell yon how it is. I got acquainted with some young men at a billiard saloon, and they invited me to driuk. I think the whiskv was doctored.'' "Somethin' put in it, sir?" '' \'es, I took out my pocketbook, and they saw that I had considerable money, and I think there was a plot to get me into a condition where I might be robbed without knowiug it." 'Did they rob you, sir?'' "No; though I felt my senses reeling, I managed to escape from them wlleu their backs were turned. I wandered out, I don't know where. The first thing I knew I was on the bridge. Then an insane impulse led me to climb the parapet, and but for you I should have jumped into the river, and that would have been the last of Hugh l\Iorri 11. The young man cone! uded with a shudder. "If one of the bridge policemen had seen you be would have arrested you," said Rufe. "That is sornetbing else. from which you have saved me,'' said the young man. ''I wouldn't for a good deal have had this wretched ad venture get into the papers. People would have thought I was regularly drunk, and I should have felt no end of mortification.'' 'Well, it turned out all right, Mr. Morrill." "What do you do for a living?" asked the young man. ''Sell papers, run errands, anything I can get to do.'' "Have you got a father and mother?" "No," answered Rufe, soberly, "I'm my own master.'' "Then I am better off than you. I have a good father and mother. My father is a rich muaufacturer in Syracuse. I live at home generally. I only came to the dty ou a business errand. I got here last evening, and thought I would enjoy myself a little before attending to what brought me here. That was a great mistake-as my father would say, business first, and pleasure afterward."' "That's a good rule." "You are right, my boy." Here the conversation was interrupted by a knock at the rtoor. 'Open the door, Rufus." "Here's a card, sir. Gentleman below wants to see you,'' said tlle bell boy. Rufus glanced at the card and uttered an exclamatioll of surprise. The card '.:lore a name which he knew pretty well already. It read thus: "Leonard \\'ilton." CHAPTER IX. THE OY THE WARDROBE. ''Do you know this person, Rufus?'' asked Morrill, noticing the boy's exclamation. ''Yes, sir.'' ''Then you have the advantage of me. I don't

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1578 ARMY AND NAVY remember that I evei' beard the name. What sort of a person is he in appearance?'' This query was addressed to the ball boy. ''He is a young man, rather tall, wears a light overcoat." "It is one 6f the men who were with me this morning. How could he have tracked me to this hotel?'' "Perhaps you men.tioned where you were staying,'' said Rufus. ''It is very probable that I did, though I am not very clear as to what passed between us.'' "Will you see him, sir?" "Wait a minute. What do you know about him, Rufus?'' "I know that he is a confidence man. I prevented his swindling au old gentleman from tl:re country yesterday." "Indeed! Then he is a "If he comes tlp let me hide somewhere and hear what he says. If he sees me be won't show himself out.'' "A good idea! There is no closet, but you can hide yourself in that wardrobe.'' "All right, sir." Soon steps were heard approaching, and after a slight knock Leonard Wilton entered the room with an engaging smile. "My dear fellow," he said. '-'I have found you at last. You gave us the slip." ''How did you know I was here?'' asked Morrill, abruptly. "You told us where you were staying. Don't you remember?" "Did I? Well, very likely." "But why did you leave us so suddenly?" "I wasn't feeling quite well, and went out into the street. I thought the fresh air might do me good.'' "I hope it did.'! ''Oh, yes; I am feeling better now. I have had a nap.'' "How on earth did he manage to get home?" tllonght Wilton. "The potion couldn't have been as strong as I supposed." "That's unfortunate," he said, aloud. "We 1: 11d a good time, or would have had if we had not been anxious about you.'' "I hope you won't give yourself any concern on that score," said Morrill, dryly. "You are very kind to feel such an interest in a stranger.'' "My dear fellow, you don't seem dike a stranger," said Wilton, effusively. "You are the image of a very dear cousin of mine, wlw was at college with me-quite inseparable compm1ions we were. Really, I never saw a more remarkable resemblance. ''I hope he was goodlooking, '' said Morrill. with a smile. "Unusually so, but I mustn't say more, or you will think I mean to flatter you. Tlle fellows deputed me to come round and see if you were all right, and also to invite you to join a little social circle this evening. We are to meet at the house of one of tlle club and may have a quiet game of cards, or go tn the theatre, if you like it better. "Really, 1\'Ir. Wilton, I am unused to such marked attention from comparative strangers.'' "My dear fellow, all the boys have taken a to you. I wish you would come New York to live. We would see that you had a good time. You would make plenty of friends.'' "I have no doubt of it. By the way, Mr. Wilton, are you a business man?'' ''I am ashamed to say that I am not. My fatller left me independent as far as money goes, and I am afraid I have wasted my time. But I am young yet, and I mean to buckle down to hard work before long. '' "I am a business man already, and do not find as much time for enjoyment as you and your friends.'' "Very sensible indeed. You are a bee while I ilm a drone. HoweYer, you can s;pend this evening with us, and devote to-morrow to business. What do you say?" "Before deciding you will permit me to consult a friend of mine. Rufus!" Tlle door of the wardrobe was thrown open, and Rufe Rodman stepped into the room. Leonard Wilton stared at lliru in ill-concealed amazement, as well be might. "Confusion!" lie muttered. "How comes that kid here?'' "How do you do, Mr. Wilton?" said R1.1fe. "I didn't expect we should meet again so soon." ''Who are yon, boy?'' demanded Wilton, loftily. ''Don't you remember meeting me yesterday, Mr. Wilton?'' "Are you the boy that blacked rny boots in city ball park?'' "No, I'm not in that business. I met yon at a hotel in the Bowery.'' ''You are quite mistaken, young man," said Wilton, with effrontery. "You don't remember Joshua Beckwith, of Greenville, New Hampshire?'' continued Rufe. ''Really, boy, I don't uuderstand your meaning. You evidently mistake me for some one else. Is Beckwith a friend of yours?'' "Yes, Mr. Wilton, but he doesn't feel Yery friendly to you. That green goods you came so near selling to him--" ''Is this boy drunk or crazy, Mr. Morrill?'' asked Wilton, trying to brazen it out. "May I ask where you picked llim up?". "He picked me up," answered Morrill. "If be is crazy, there is a method in his maduess. Rufus, be kind enou,.gh to tell me what you know of this gentleman, and then I will decide whether to accept his invitation or not. Leonard Wilton rose from his seat, for he saw that tl1ere was little chance now of cArrying out his scheme. "I cannot consent to remain hete and allow my self to he calumniated by a low ragamuffin,'' he said. "I warn you, Mr. Morrill, that he is deceiving you. I know him to be a thief and--" "I thought you had never seen llim before," said Morrill, shrewdly. "I thought I had not, but I now remember seeing him on trial before the Court of Special Ses sions, for stealing an opera glass from a bouse where he wa's engaged to fires. I think he was sent to the island for three months." "Whew!" exclaimed Rufus. ""What news we bear of onrselves. Mr. Wilton, you ought to write stories. You' c1 be a Rue cess.

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.A.R\IY A;\D XA YY 1579 ''Don't speak to rue, you young rascal!'' said Wilton, with concentrated anger. "If it were not for the presence of this gentleman, for whom I feel respect, I would thrash you before I left this room. I am really sorry, Mr. Morrill, that you have allowed this young reptile to creep into your con fideJJCe. I forgive you for misjudging me. Some day you will find nut your mistake." With a ceremonious bow, Wilton left the room, in apparently good order, but when be was fairly out in the ball he gave way to an access of fury, shaking his fist and grinding his teeth. "How in the name of all that's mysterious, did thflt young cub manage to fall in with Morrill?'' he exclaimed. ''He seems born to defeat my plans. This is the second time he bas interfered with me and prevented my making a good haul. If he were a man now I wouldn't mind so much, but a ragged boy-it makes me ashamed!" ''Really, Rufus, that is a good comedy!'' said Ilugh Morrill, after his visitor had left the room. "Now tell me under what circumstances you met this fellow. He seems the very prince of swindlers.'' Rufe told the story in a graphic manner, with an occasional touch of humor which served to amuse his auditor. "The fellow seems enterprising," said Morrill. "He is such a clever rascal that I don't need to feel wholly ashamed at so nearly falling a victim to his wiles. He and his gang would have found me a rich prey. How much money do you think I have about me?" ''A hundred dollars?'' guessed Rufe. "That would be a trifle. This w:Hlet," drawing it from his pocket," contains two thousand dollars.'' Rufe eyed the wallet with evident awe. The young man seemed to him a second Vanderbilt. "Isn't it risky canyin' about so much money?" be asked. "Yes, it is. It would have served me right if I bad lost it; but all the same it would have been very disagreeable. I will put the greater part of it in the hotel safe as soon as I go down stairs." "Do you want me any longer, Mr. Morrill?" ''No; but you may come around to the hotel to morrow morning at ten. Wait a minute! You have done me a favor, and I want to make a suitable acknowledgment." As the young man spoke he detached a bank bill from the roll and handed it to Rufe. (TO BE CONTINUED. ) THE A Story of North-West Canada. BY WILLIAM MURRAY GRAYDON. ,Lulhru of Lt'f/lt('!/ of Ptril,' ''In J.'OJbidtlen l{ep(ntl," elc. (61 TilE Cn.YPTOGRA:\1" was cOIIIHIBJICCtl iu No. CHAPTER XYIII. A STOLEN IX'l'ERYIE\\. news of so unexpected an event spread quickly through the fort, and by the time the gates bad been closed and barred again, men were burrying for ward from all siues. They surrounded the travelers, greeting them eagerly, and plying them and their guides with rapid questions. I held aloof, for I was in too bitter a mood to trust myself to speech. The reasons that had brought the London law clerk to Fort Royal-a journey of hundreds of miles through the wilder ness-gave rue no concern; but I knew what Father Cleary's visit meant, and what would follow speed ily on his arrival. Surely, I reflected, there could he tJO man living more wretched than myself. I tliought I bad become resigned to the loss of Flora, but now I knew that it was a delusion. I could not contemplate her approaching marriage without grief and heartburning-without a mad desire to
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.. 1580 ARMY A.::\'D N A \'Y ''Carew!'' he calo!.ed ot; ''the factoc walil t-o you when you can spare the time." "All right; I'll go O\'er to the house presently," and lighting my pipe, I sauntered out of quarters. Why the factor wanted me I could not r eadily conceive, unless it was for some detail connected with his marriage. There were se\eral things that I wished to turn over in my mind before p1esenting myself to Griffith Hawke, where I !.:new I would be likely to meet Flora. A sound of low voi c es at the gates, and the rattle of a holt, drew me first in that direction. A little group of men were standing at the loopholes, peer iug out. "What's up, comrades?" I iuquired in a whisper. "Ah, it' s you, Denzil?" replied one, looking around. ''Didn't you know? Vallee and Maignou, the voyageurs who came in a bit ago, hl:l\e just started back to Fort York on snowshoes, takiug a letter from the factor in regard to the row here til is n1orning. ' "They will go as they came," added another, "and I believe they wi 11 gel througl! all right. They are out on the ri \ er by this time, and they would scarcely have been permitted to pass yonder timber had any Indians been on the watch.'' I agree with you," said I. ''Let us hope that the brave fellows will meet with no mishap.' I lingered for a moment, but the quiet of the nigilt remained unbroken. Tilen I turned back across the yard, taking care that none obsened me, and made my way to a small grove of fir trees that lay in the rear of the tradi:1g house and some dis tance to the right of the factor's residence. In the heart of the copse was a rude wooden bench, built some years before by the factor's orders. I made my way to it over the frozen snow and sat clown to meditate and smoke. I had no more than settled myself when I heard the light, crunching patter of feet. The sounds came nearer, and of a sudden, by the dim glow of the moon, I saw the figure of a woman within six feet of me. It was Flora Ilatherton. She was bare headed, and a long cloak was thrown over her shoulders. As she advanced, her bands clasped in front of her, a stifled sob broke from her lips. I had been on the point of retreating, but the girl's distress altered my mind. By an irresistible impuls e I rose aud stood before her. ''Flora!' I exclaimed She shrank back with a smothered scream. "Hush! do not be alarmed!" I added. "Surely you know me?" ''Denzil!' she whispered. ' Oh, what a fright you gave me!" "Why are you here?" I asked. ''The house was so warm-they had the stove 1 eel hot,'' she stammered, confusedly. ' I slipped out for a breath of fresh air. And you?'' ''I came for the same purpose, ' said I. ''This is a favorite spot of mine. But you have been weeping, Flora.'' "No-oh, no," she answered, in a tone that belied her words. "You are mistaken, Denzil. I came here to think.'' "Of what?" ''Of my wedding day,'' she rephed, half defi antly. "Surely you know that the priest has arrived. I am to be married to-morrow morning." "To-morrow !" I gaspecl. "Yes, unless the world ends before then. Oh, Denzil, I have such wicked thoughts to-night! It is in mv heart to wish that the Indians would take the fort_:_that somethiug would happen before to-morrov. '' ""'ot!Jiug will happen," I said, bitterly. 'The fort cau stand a siege of days and months. you are determined to wed Griffith Hawke-to forget 11hat we have been to each other in the past?" Denzil, you have 110 right," she said, sadly. Tile words stung me, and I suddenly realized the depths of shame to which I llad sunk. She saw her advantage, and pressed it. "I have liugered too long," she said. "I fear I shall be missed. This is our last meeting. Fare-well, Denzil!' "Farewell!" I answered, bitterly. She held out her hand, and I pressed it to my lips. It was like marble. Then she turned and glided away, and I heard her light footsteps reced ing among tile The next instant I regretted t!Jat I bad yielded and let her go. The thought that I might uever see her again maddened me. Without realiziug the recklessness and folly of it, I started in pursuit, calling her name in a iloatse whisper. But I was too late, swiftly as I moved. I reached tile edge of the trees in lime to see a flash of light as the rear door of the factor's hou. se opened and closed. I stood for a moment in the moonlight and soli tude, and then sometili r1g happened that cooled my fe\ered brain and put Flora out of my thoughts. Lour! on the frosty night rang the report of a guu; two more followed in quick succession. From the nearest watchtower the sentries shouted a sonorous alarm, and their voices were drowned by a shrill and more distant burst of Indian yells. CHAPTER XIX. ANOTHER VISITOR. That the redskins were making an attack in force on the stocka
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ARMY AND NAVY 1581 ''What's going on?'' I demanded. ''Tiley are not attacking the fort?" "No, not that, Carew," cried one. "The red skins are chasing some poor devils who were bound here. Ah, tlley have turued on them! Plucky fellows!'' "Will you stand here, sir? Look It was tlle voice of Baptiste, wllo was at one of the looplloles. lie made room for me, and I peered eagerly out. The view was straigllt to the north, and what I saw turned my blood hot with anger. Less than a quarter of a mile away, where the wllite, moonlit clearing ended at a narrow forest road running parallel with the riYer, tlle sorelybarrassed little group was in plain ,ight-a sledge, a team of dogs, and three men kneeling on the snow. They were exchanging shots with a mass of Indians, who were dancing about on the verge of the timber, and were for the moment being held at hay. I could see the reel flashes, and the wreaths of gray smoke against the clark green of the trees. ''They bad better make a dash for it,'' ex claimer! Baptiste. ''Now is their chauce.'' "We are all cowanls," I cried, indignantly. "A party could have dashed out to the rescue by this time.'' "Just my opinion, Carew," said a man named Wall-er. "But who was to gi,e the orders? They mu t come from tl!e factor. He's down at the gates now, and pleuty with him." "Then I'll get his permission to go out," I cried, hotly. ''\\'ill you volunteer, men?'' But as I spoke--I had not takeu my eyes from the loophole-the situation suddenly took a different turn. The Iudians yelled with triumph, and I saw one of the three wl!ite men toss up his arms aud fall over. At that his companions wheeled about, the one leaping upon the sledge, while the other ran toward the dog leader of the team." "Only two left!" I shouterl. "They are comiug! Now for a l i Yel y race! God help them to reach tl!e fort!" "By Heavens, sir! they'll get in if they are quick!" cried Walke r, wl!o was on the otber side of the tower. ''Hawke kuows wl!at to do; he is opening the gates! The meu are loading their muskets! They are bringing up the howitzer." II is last sentence I scarcely heard, for I had al ready left the loophole and was scrambling down the ladder. The next instaut I was at the double gates, one of whicli had been unbarred and thrown "ide open. A dozen men were lined up on each side of the entrance, among them Menzies and the factor. ''Stand back," Griffith Hawke shouted at me. "Keep the way clear!" But I edged up to the front, where my Yiew was uninterrupted. !low my heart leaped to see the sledge gliding over the snow, the man inside and the one on snow shoes shouting at the plucky, galloping dogs! But they still had 011e hundred and fifty yards to come, and not fat' behind them, whooping and yelling, firing muskets and hurling tomahawks, were at least two-score of redskinstbe most of them on snowshoes. Crack, crack, crack! They seemed to be aiming poorly, for the sledge swept on, dogs and men uninjured. ''"ue ready!'' cried the factor; ''make room there! The moment the sledge dashes in let the red devils have a volley-musket and howitzer!" What happened next, though it was all oyer in the fraction of a minute, was intensely exciting and tragic. The tower being high up, the men posted there were now opening fire; lusty cheers rose as we saw a couple of Indians go down in the snow. Bang, bang !-a hit this time. The man on snowshoes staggered, reeled, fell over. His comrade turned and sl!ot as the sledge swept on-more than that he could not do. Whether the poor fellow was dead or Jiying we never knew; but nothing mattered the next instant, for the foremost sa\ages reached the spot, and there was tlie quick gleam of a desc-ending tomahawk. Fifty yards now to the stockade! In spite of the fire from the tower, the Indians bore on. They let drive another straggling \'Olley, and with a convulsiye spring in air, the leading dog of the team dropped dead. In a trice the rest of the dogs, pulled up abruptly, were in a hopeless tangle. The sledge dashed into them, grated sidewise, and tipped over, sending its occupant sprawling on the_snov:. I gave the poor fellow up for lost, but his pluck and wits were equal to the emergency. He sprang to his feet, and without looking behiud him or stopping to pick up hib musket, he struck out for the fort. On he sped, running in a zig-zag course, while the now halted Indians blazed away at him, and our men cheered and shouted. "vYatch sharp!" cried Griffith Hawke. As be spoke the fugitive swen-ecl a little, and ten strides brought him to the gates. He rushed safely past me, and staggered into the enclosure. Already the baffled redskins liad scattered in flight, but they were not to get off so easily. From the mark ;meu in the watchtower and at the stockade loopholes, from as many of our eager wen as could line up outside the gates, a hot and deadly fire was poured. A way was cleared for the howitzer, and the roar that burst from its iron throat woke a hundred forest echoes. A great cloud of bluish smoke hio the scene for a moment, and wllen it drifted and rolled upward, our short-lived opportunity was gone. With almost incredible speed the savages had melted away, and were safe iu the shelter of the acljaC'eut timber. They had taken some of their dead and wounded with them, as well as the dogs and sledge; but six or seven bodies lay sprinkled darkly here and there ou the snow crust. Nor were tl!e ca ualities all on one side, as we now had time to obsene. The last volley deli 1 ered by the Indians had killed one of our party and wounrled two more. The men were for sallying out against the foe, but Griffith Hawke would have none of it. ''The devils are in atu bush,'' he cried, ''and would gi'"e us the worst of it. We'll neecrour powder and hall later, I'm thinking. Make all secure yonder, aud be quick about it.'' I he! peel to close and bar the gate, and then pushed into the thick of the clamorous crowd that surrounded the escaped traveler. I had fancied I recognized him when he shot by me, and now the first glimpse told. me I was right, for the fugiti\"e was none other than Captain Myle s Rudstone. (TO BE CONTINUED. )

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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT NLlmber thirty-four of this publication (out next week) will be issued under a new title. This chaHge is the result of the popular prize contest held some time ago, in which we requested suggestious from our readers as to the best stories, departments, etc. A large majority of the letters received indicated a desire on the part of our readers for a title more suited to the publication, they saying with truth that'' Army and Navy'' did no( indicate the variety of contents. As it has ever been our aim to give our boys just what they wish, we have decided to call this publication ''The Half-Holiday,'' commencing with number thirty-fou r. 'rhe birth of the new name will mean a complete betterment of the entire paper. In fact, "The Half-Holiday" will be a new magazine as regards appearance and general merit. The exceedingly fascinating cadet school stories by Ensign Clarke Fitch, U S. N and Lieutenant Frederick Ganison, U S. A., will be continued, as well as the usual four .,serials and the popular departments. The new publication will be profusely illustrated by the best artists, and the cover, printed on extra heavy tinted paper, will have no equal in artistic effect No expense will be spared by the publishers to make "The Half-Holiday" the largest anr1 be s t boys' magazine in existance. The price will remain the same, five cents. Order your copies in ad vance from your regular newsdealer. Another word with our boys in regard to the important announcement made aboYe: We feel perfectly assured that our young readers firmly believe that this publication lias been issued in their interests from the beginning. The mere fact that a prize contest was held requesting their views and suggestions is ample proof. Such ? contest was uni Jtle in jttvenile publications. Confidence-personal confidence-between publisher and reader h nd never before been deemed necessary. It was an experiment based on the fact that the boy of to-
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ARMY AND NA YY Jlmatur Journalism. News N o tes o f Interest to the Young Pub lishers and Authors of America. EDITOR'S TABLE. The "Table" is in receipt of the following ama teur publications: "The Mongo Clubite" for De cember; tbe November issue of the Butte (Mon tana) "High School Leader," and the first num ber of ''Our Boys. '' The December "Crescent" is a bright little sheet with a tinted cover. Its contents and makeup ate both creditable to the editor and publisher, Harry L. Page. The Crescent is published in Chicago, and is in its second issue. If the first number of "Our Boys" is any prom ise of its future excellence it is undoubtedly destined" to occupy a high place in amateur journalism. It is thoroughly business-like in its make-up and savors strongly of the professional press. The table of contents include the following cleverly-written stories: "The Airship Boys," a complete story by Maurice Palmer; ''Who \Vas Ironhand ?"a serial by Jared R. Kingsley; "In SpiteofDetectives," from the pen of Harry Vincent; and "Weston Payne," a short story, by Frederic Mille-n, Jr., a well-known amateur author. The departments are chattv and well edited. On the inside firstcover page is an announcement calling attention to a pri1e offer for stories. The publisher and editor, H. V. Van Demark, is to be congratulated on the merit of his new paper. ''Our Boys'' is published in Webster, Texas. Don C. Wilson is representerl in the November issue of "The On Time Monthly" (Fitzwilliam, N. H.), by a clever bicycle story entitled, "A Terrible Ride." Sample copies of "The Bulletin," an amateur monthly replete with "good things," can be ob tained by addressing the editor, H. M Konwiser No. 36 Barbara street Newark N. J. Harry L. Hutchens, Farmland, Ind., would like to receive sample copies of amateur papers with a view to subscribing, contrib1ting and advertising. All literary inclined persons residing in Greater Kew York or vicinity, and who are desirous of connecting themselves with an amateur press asso ciation should communicate with R Gerald Ballard, secretary Amateur Press Club, of New York City. Arthur P. ).rcKenzie, I 54 York street, Horace A. Stoneham, 29 Highland avenue, and James A. Clerkin, 563 Jersey avenue, Jersey City, N. J., would like to receive sample copies of amateur papers. H. C. Johannes, 3603 South Halsted street, Chi cago, Ill., wishes sample copit!s of amateur publications. LETTERS FROM PRIZE WINNERS CRlT IC I S M CO N TEST. Philipsburg, Pa., Dec. 19, 1897 Gentlemen: I received your favor of the r6th, with inclosed check, and to say I was surprised on finding I was one of the lucky five is puttiug it too mild. It is indeed a splendid Christmas gift, and in return accept my best wishes for the success of the Army and Navy \ \.'eekly. Hopiug that it may have a long life, I remain yours truly, J Ira Thomas. 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Fitzgerald, Ga., Dec. 27, r897. Gentlemen: It was with great pleasure and no little surprise that I received your check on 24th as one of the five prizes awarded in "Criticism Contest." I hardly felt that my poor little criticism deserved much attention. I simply wrote as I thought. I sincerely thank you for your kind appreciation. Since writing the criticism I have removed from l\Iitchell, Indiana, to Fitzgerald, Ga. Would say that I have taken Good News from the first number ever issued. In my'opinion, it was the "King of Boys' Weeklies" without a single peer. I was simply overcome with delight at ''The Army and Na,y," than which no grander publica tion exists the world over. It simply impossible for me to find words to express the high regard in which I hold it. Three cheers and a tiger for the best boys' paper in existence, which should be in the hands of every wide-awake American boy and girl. S. 0. Swafford. Kinderhook, N. Y, Dec. 23, 1897. 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