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5 CENTS. Eric, taking in the situation at a glance, whipped up his horse. Then he leaned forward and struck at the two men. Brady sprang back to avoid being run down, throwing up his arm to ward otf the whip-lash. l }


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2 PURE GRIT great danger, if he hasn't already been burned to death. We must save him, if that is possible "That's right," agreed Will. "I'm with you, bet your life!" "Too bad we haven't another pair of oars," said Eric, as h e bent clown to work with great energy "It can't be helped now. Let me know when you feel tired It didn't take but a dozen lusty strokes to clear the land in the shadow of which the boat had been when the ex plosions first attracted the attention of the boys. When tlic skiff shot out into 'that part o.f the inlet which afforded an uninterrupted view of the point, jutting out into the Sound, on which the small beacon stood,' there was no longer room for doubt as t o whence the flames pro ceeded. It was, indeed, the lighthouse which was on fire. "Why should they do that?" asked Eric, startled at the suggestion "How should I know? Maybe they had a grudge against Mr. Wales, or the Government, and this is the way they have taken their revenge." "If we had time I'd like to head them off, if we could, and ask them why they are leaving the lighthouse keeper in the lurch," said Eric, indignantly. "You couldn't catch them to begin with, for they have two pairs of oars at their disposal, while we have only one.'' "I'd like to get near enough to identify them, in case it turns out they arc responsible for the fire." "It's too late to think of that now. You see how far off they are by this time. You'll find, when we land, that those three fellows are at the bottom of all this trouble." A truly splendid night spectacle it presented, as the reel flames curled about the circular structure au'cl darted high !tborc the glowing lantern, the door and narrow window vomiting volumes of smoke-and blazing sparks. The boys could now hear the clang of the alarm bell in the distant town of Manhansett. "The fire department will be downhere on a naphtha oyster-boat," said Eric; "but they'll never be able to save the wooden lighthouse. In fact, Mr. Wales will be lucky if he saves his dwelling from the fire." Wil1 Batterson watched the conflagration with fascinated gaze, while Eric, after his first glance, gave his attention resolutely to the work in hand, putting every ounce of power in his muscular arms into his stroke be at work giving him a hand in just about two minutes," said Will Eric made a final spurt, and the boat presently. struck bottom and ran up the beach for half its length The boys jumped out, pulled it a few feet higher, then abandoned it, running toward the bla.zing beacon as fast as they could. The 1. wo boys had been out fishing on Long Island Sound that a.ftemoon, and success not crowning their sport until near sundown, they had lingered until alter darkness had settled down upon the face of the 11'aters. Andrew Wales and his daughter were both smprised and Then wi1.h a good bunch of fish in the bottom of the pleased to see Eric and Will. boat, they started for home, Eric resisting the temptation No time was lost in explanations, the lads getting a to l:md near the lighthouse and make a brief call on Gra.cc couple o.f buckets anc1 joining the eil'ort to save the dwell Wales, who kept house for her father in the dwelling a ing, which was smoking in spots under the heat of the short distance from the tower which helq the lantern. near-by flames . They had got under the lee of the curving bight of l and It was mighty hot and laborious work carrying water mentioned above when the explosion took place. from the inlet and dashing it upon the roof and endan ")!cllo !" exclaimed Will suddenly, pointing in the digercd side of the bl1ilding. rection of the shore. "There's. a boat yonder, with three Fortunately, a slight change in the direction of the light persons in it pulling away from the point. They seem to wind then blowing, veered the sparks and smoke, as well be hugging the shadows as the trend of the flames, southward. "l\faybe it's Andrew Wales, Grace and somebody else, "I giiet;s the house is safe now," remarked Andrew Wales, making for town," sa.icl Eric, pausing in his rowing, and pausing to mop the perspiration from his brow. "How looking in the direction indicated. came you boys to be on han.cl at this hour of the night?" "No, it's three men. saw them for a moment in the "We were out fishing, Will and I, in the Sound, and had g l are of the light, and I'm certain Mr. Wales is not one got about haH a mile up the inlet when we heard the roar of them. Besides, there's Wales and his daughter now, of the first explosion behind us. Will thought the sound carr}1ing water in buckets and dashing it upon the wall of came from a steamer, but we knmy better when the flames their dwelling nearest the blaze." started up in the air As soon as we got a clear view in "It's mighty funny those chaps are rowing away from this direction we the lighthouse a mass of fire from the the fire," replied Eric, in some perplexity, as he renewed beach to the lantern, so we started back to help you out if his work at the oars. "They ought to be doing just the we could." opposite, for Andrew Wales needs all the assistance he can "You were both very kind to do so," replied Grace, beam get to save his house ing especially on Eric "You came just in time to be of "It seems to me they're trying to get away as fast as two the most use I'm afraid father and I could not have man of them can row the boat If you want to know my opinion, aged to save the house alone. We are very grateful to you." I think it's micrhtv suspicious. \Yho knows but those cha1);01 "How did the lighthouse catch on fire?" asked Eric, ., I set fire to the l ighthouse?" '' curiously


PURE GRIT. 8 "It's a 'mystery to me," replied Andrew Wales, scratching his head. "I lit the lamp's only a quarter of an hour be fore the first explosion. Everything was all right then, for I looked in the two rooms below as I made my way down and out before going into the house for supper, which was unusually late to-night, becatlse Grace was absent all after noon at a friend's house a few miles away." "Here comes the entQne on an oyster-boat," exclaimed Will, at that moment. The four looked up the inlet and saw a rtaphtha boat scooting along toward the point at a lively rate, with a hand fire engine and a dozen members of the Manhansett Volunteer Fire Department on board. "We'll let the fire chaps do the rest, boys/' said Andrew Wales; "though I think we've done about all that's necessary." Eric and Will were glad to be relieved from further work, for they were pretty well u sed up by their unusual exer tions. They had the satisfaction of knowing that they hltd done their duty, thouglt the skin on their faces and hands smarted and burned from exposure to the intense iheat. "Gee! I feel like a boiled lobster," grinned Eric. "Same here," chipped in Will, with a chuckle. "I'm afraid I must be a sight," laughed the girl, whosr cheeks glowed like peonies. The oyster-boat now came close in shore, the firemen leap ed out and waded to the beach, then skids were laid and the engine landed. "How. did it happen, Wales?" asked the foreman of the engine company. The light-keeper shook his head. "I wasn't in the lighthouse at the time the fire started. I can't account for it, unless one of the lamp s exploded and ignited the building." "We can't do much good with that fire. 'The tower is gutted out from cellar to lantern. However, smce we've come out here, we may as well put up a good bluff." "' Accordingly, in a few moments, a stream was turned on the blazing "I'd like to ask you a question, Mr Wales," said Eric, while the four were watching the work of the town volun teer fire department from the door of the house. "Well, I'll answer it if I can," smiled the light-keeper. "Do you know of any reason why the lighthouse might have been set on fire?" CHAPTER II. What put that idea in your head?" asked the light keeper at la st "The reason I asked the question," replied Eric, "was because Will and I saw three men rowing away from the point ,immediately' after the fire started." "Three men!" ejaculated Andrew Wales. "Yes. We the circumstance as suspicious. Why should those men be hustling away from the locality when they should rather have been hastening to your assistance?" "Could you des_ cribe those men to me?" asked the light keeper, anxiously. "No, sir We were not near enough to recognize them," answered Eric. "It was I who first noticed and pointed them out to Eric," interposed Will. "They hugged the shore, as if seeking its shadows; but at one point they came within the glare of the flames, and l should say that two of them ap peared to be large men. They were doing the rowing, while a younger and sma ller person sat in the stern and steered." "Your description does not enlighten me much. There is only one man I could suspect in connection with this crime, and he hasn't been seen in this neighborhood for nearly two years." "Who is that?" asked Eric. "Edward Ringle, my "Wasn't he your assistant here at one time?" "Yes. He is my dead sister's son, and, I am sorry to say, a thoroughly unprincipled young man. I picked him out of the gutter, almost, in New York, brought him down here, fed, clothed him, and allowed him spending money out of my own small wages, hoping that I might be able to win him from his vicious ways. The return he made for all my kindness was to try, through some political pull he managed to acquire, to have me discharged and himself ap pointed in my place. He failed. Then he left me, swear ing that some day he would get square with me." "Then it must have been he who-" "I beg of you, Eric Gordon, and you, too, Will Batter son, not to say anything that will cause suspicion to rest on my nephew," said Andrew Wales, hastily. "I have no knowledge that he has returned to these parts, and if he has I would not want to be the cause of his beibg jailed on so serious a charge as arson. The Government would have little mercy on him, were the crime brought to his door. Remember, he is the son of my only and favorite sister, and, despite his ingratitude, the of blood bid me shield him for his dead mother's sake." "Of course, Will and I won't say a word about what we saw, if you wish it." ; THE BLAC K SLOOP. "I do wish it," replied Andrew Wales, so earnestly that both of the boys felt t}:iat the light-keeper now more than Andrew Wales stared at Eric for a moment without suspected the author of the destruction of the lighthouse. answe ring. "It is too bad," said Eric, sympathetically. "This will It was evident that he was startled by the suggestion. deprive you of a job until the Government builds a new Grace, too, looked troubled, as if some new-born sus -beaqon here." ' pici o n had entered her mind. "Well, it can't be helped. I dare say Grace and I will


4 PURE GRIT. be permitted to live here just the same, and it is possible I "Hello!" exclaimed Eric. "There's a sloop anchored in may receive some compensation during the time that must here." intervene un_til a new lighthouse shall have been erected "Whereabouts?" asked Will, whose back was turned to At any rate, I shan't worry about the matter. I shall rethe direction they were heading. port to the Department that the cause of the fire is a "We'll pass her in a moment, close enough to toss a mystery." biscuit on board. She's as black as the ace of spades. I By this time the beacon was red{iced to a shapeless, just observed her by chance." smoking ruin, and the firemen desisted from their labor, as "I wonder what she's doing in here?" said Will, pausing all danger of further damage being done by the languishto look around at the strange craft which lay like a phantom. ing flames was over. on the sluggish surface of the creek. Andrew Wales thanked the volunteer firemen in the name "I don't know that it is any of our business," replied of the Government. his companion. "All I know is she wasn't here at one Two months later the Secreta ry of the Treasury officially o'clock when we passed out this way." conveyed to all concerned in that affair the thanks of the "No, or we'd have seen her." Department, and at the same time a.warded the sum of "Rather odd to bring a craft to anchor in the creek, $500 to be divided between Eric and Will for their efforts where the wind is cut off by all those trees, when she could in saving the house adjoining the lighthouse. lie just as snug anywhere along the inlet." Then all hands satisfied their thirst with copious "It is rather singular." draughts of fresh milk, of which the Wales establishment The skiff was now abreast of the black sloop, and was had plenty, for they kept a cow. I slowlydrifting by her, Will !laving stopped rowing to look "We can save half the row that's before us up the inlet at her. by attaching our painter to the stern of the oyster-boat," There wai;; not a sign of life to be noticed aboard of her. grinned Will. "They'll give us a tow as far as the mouth "Gee!" cried Will, in a low tone, "she looks like one of of the creek, from which point we can pull the balance of those ghostly vessels I've read about in novels." the way to Sayville." "That's right," agreed Eric. "Look o'ttt she doesn't van" That suits me all right," replied Eric. "I'm not hanish before your eyes, Will," with a quiet chuckle. kering after any more exercise to-night than I can "P'raps I'd better touch her, to see if she's real," snickhelp." ered his friend, working one oar so as to bring the skiff "Those are my sentiments, bet your life!" chuckled Will. close alongside of the strange boat. "Yes, she's solid So the two boys, after bidding Grace and her father enough," he a,dded, as he laid his hand upon the black good-bye, hauled their boat around close to the naphtha hull. craft, and; while the firemen were pushing the engine on "If she was onJy bigger, and had raking masts, we could board, made fast to her stern-post. make believe she was a pirate, couldn't we, Will?" Then with a cheer for the light-keeper and his daughter, "And we a couple of Uncle Sam's middies about to lay the engine started and the boat, dragging the skiff with aboard of her." the boys seated at their ease, started for Manhansett. "A pair of midshipmen can capture any pirate, if they Two miles from the town, Eric hailed the man who. was happen to be the heroes of a story book." tending the naphtha engine, and he shut off the power long "Sure they can. Why I read in a novel how a middy enough for the boy to untie his painter. / and eight sailors in a boat boarded and captured a French There was an interchange of good nights and the boys, privateer manned by 180 men, and the Frenchmen gave Will at the oars, headed for the mouth of a creek near at them a warm reception at that." hand. "Say, I think you can talk better than you can row to-SayviUe, the village where the two boys lived, was about night. Give me the oars and I'll pull the rest o.f the way a mile up a narrow river which flowed into the creek, and up the river." five miles by road from Manhansett. The boys exchanged places and presently left the black "It must be all of ten o'clock by this time," said Eric, sloop far behind. as they approached close in to the shore. It was a quarter past eleven when Eric entered the "I'll bet it is," answered Will. "My father will be waitkitchen of his home. ing for me with a club." The house stood by itself under the shade of a wide "Not as bad as that, I guess," laughed Eric. "Anyway, spreading elm tree on the one street the village of Sayville you've got a good excuse in the lighthouse fire." boasted. "Sure thing," grinned Will. "But I won't get more n a The front was fitted up as a general store, and was pre-cold bite for supper, that' s the worst of it." sided over by Mrs. Gordon, who was also the postmistre s s "Mother always to keep something warm for of the place and for the immediate neighborhood. me, no matter how long I stay out," said Eric. Packages were accepted here for delivery to the Ameri"You're lucky," replied Will, as the boat shot into the can Express Oo.'s agent in Manhansett, or, for that matt e r creek. to anybody within a radius of ten miles or so.


PURE GRIT. I It was Eric's duty to open the store at seven in the morn ing and close it at night. He carried the Sayville mail-bag to the Manhansett post office morning and afternoon, and, after transacting such other business as fell to his lot, returned to the village with the mail for that place. For that purpose he used a big covered wagon and a mare, which, though she had seen better days, was still ac tive and efficient. When not otherwise employed, Eric waited on customers of the store. On this particular aiternooii he had arranged with an other bo:1 to make the second trip to Manhansett, so he could go fishing with Will Batterson, his chum. He had told his mother that he would surely be home at eight o'clock, and she put his supper in the oven to keep warm. When he hadn't returned by nine, Mrs. Gordon ;srew a bit anxious. Ten o'clock came, and then eleven, without him, and she began to fear that something had happened to him. She was on the pdint of putting on her things and going over to the Battersons to see what they thought about the situation, for she knew Eric had gone off with Will, when his familiar knock came at the kitchen door and she ran to admit him. "Why, Eric, I've been just worried to death! What could have detained you?" she cried, with motherly solicitude. "Well, mother, I'm sorry to cause you any worry," re plied the boy, patting her affectionately on the cheek; "but the fish wouldn't bite soon enough for one thing, and then the lighthouse on the point caught fire-" "Was that the cause of the explosions and the light I saw in the sky?" "Yes, mother. It was entirely destroyed." "Why, how did it occur?" "I couldn't tell you. Even Mr. Wales himself doesn't know for certain how it did catch fire. We were not more . than three-quarters of a mile inside the point when we heard the explosion behind us. Will thought it was some steamer on the Sound, letting off signal rockets, but when we saw the blaze we guessed "it was the lighthouse. We soon found it was, and rowed back to give Mr. Wales and Grace a hand in saving their dwelling.'' "And did you save that?" asked Mrs. Gordon, with some concern. "We helped to. About the time the danger was practi cally over, an oyster-boat came out from Manhansett with the fire engine on board, and the firemen finished up mat ters all right. All this took time, mother, and so now you understand why I am so far behind time." "Well, my son, I'm glad you were able to make yourself useful in a good cause. This 1is quite a misfortune for the CHAPTER III. CLARENCE CIIUDLEIGH. Eric Gordon had 1 just returned from hi s first tri p to Manhansett. It was half-past nine by the clock in the store o n the morning following the destruction of the lighthouse, and the day was Saturday. He had turned the horse loose in the big grassy yaxd behind the stable, distributed the mail in the various pigeon-holes in the little nook in the front part of the store devoted to the postoffice department1 and there being no customer's on hand 'to be waited on, he had perched him self on a stool with his back to the door, absorbed in a copy of that week's Manhansett News, fresh from the press, when Clarence Chudleigh,, the sixteen-year-old son of Squire Chudleigh, lawyer and justice of the peace for Say ville, walked consequentially into the place. "I'll take <0ur mail, please," said Clarence, in a lofty tone. He was the best-dressed boy in the village, and, as his parents were the most important persons in that immediate locality, he had a very considerabie opinion of his own sweet self, and not a little contempt for those whose worldly position was on a lower plane than his own. As he looked upon Eric Gordon as a poor boy, w.ho had to work for his living by tending store and driving the ex press and mail-wagon to and from Manhansett every day, the young Sayville aristocrat, as he was pleased to conside r himself, did not regard Eric as a proper person to associate Still it pleased him to talk with the store boy occasionally when he felt in the humor of impressing Eric with a sense of his inferior position in life. On this occasion, Clarence had a new suit on and carried a dapper little cane in his hand, for he was going to Man hansett with his father in the family buggy. Eric, at the moment, was deeply interested in the story o f the burning of the lighthouse on the point, the account of which the editor had gathered from interviews with some of the volunteer firemen who had officiated at the conflagra tion, and as Clarence didn't happen to speak very loud, he failed to notice his entrance or hear his request. Finding that Eric Gordon paid no attention to him, Clarence got a bit warm under tl:ie collar. He rapped the counter smartly with his little cane, and snorted: "See here, you store boy, are you going to wait on me?" This time Eric became aware o. his presence, turne d around quickly and said pleasantly : Wales's, and Grace is such a dear, sweet girl." "What can I do for you, Clarence?" "That's what she is, mother," chimed ill Eric, emphati"Why didn't you wait on me at once?" demanded youn g cally. Chudleigh, indignantly. Then the boy sat down and ate his supper, and shortly , "That's what I'm doing, isn't it?" said Eric. after both retired for the night. '.'No, it isn't," replied the young dude, sourly .. "I came


6 PURE GRIT. in here two minutes a g o and asked for our mail, and you paid no a t t e ntion to me." placently "I should hate to be poor and h ave to m;soci ate with common p e opl e." "I'm s orr y if I hav e k ept you waiting," repli e d Eric, with ju st the s u s picion of an amused smile about the cor ners of hi s mouth. "But if you spok e before 1 didn't hear you." "It would be rather hard-on the common people," r e plied Ebe, dryly. "It's your pla c e to hear me. 'rhat's what you' re here for. It seems to me you put on a good many airs for a store boy," cont e mptuou s l y "I was n)t aware that J put on any airs," replied Eric, quietly. "Then why don't you hand me our mail?" said C l ar ence, rudely "Certainly," an s w e r e d Eric, reaching for a well-filled pign hole and laying the contents thereof before Chud leigh. "Do you expect me to carry them in that loose way?" snarl e d Clar e nce, in a di s agreeable tone. "What do you wis h me to do? Tie a string abou t the m ?" suiting the action to the word "There you a.re. Is that satisfactory?" Olarence didn't thank him for his courtesy, b u t simply tos s ed a written slip on the counter in a supercilious way, saying: "Fill that order for groceries and take them to the ho use as soon as possible Do you understand ?" "I'll carry them around in an hour," said Eric, ca l mly. "See that you do," said Clarence, pompously. "By the way, give me ten two-cent stamps and five ones, and d on't be all night about it, either "You'seem to be in a hurry." "I like to b e wait e d on promptly. If yo,u intend to be a store clerk the rest of your life you want to learn n o t to keep customer s waiting." "I thank you for your advice, Clarence, but I hope to be something better than a store clerk one of these days "Do you," s niffed Chudleigh leaning one elbow negli gen tl y on the counter and twirling his cane in what he believed to be the mos t approved style. "I suppose you wouldn t care to go into a store your self, when you g et through s chooling?" ask e d E r ic, smi l ing . "Me go into a s tore," cried Clar ence, s cornfully. "You a lot of nerve to s ugge s t s uch a thing. When I gradu ate from the Manhan sett Academy I'm going to college. Then, ma ybe, I'll take a trip to Europe before I start in to study law." "You mean to b e a lawyer, then?" "Of cour s e I can be anythin g I want My fathe r is rich," said Clar e n c e e levating hi s c hin "Of cour se, you d on't expe ct to b e muc h, b e cau s e you're a poor boy." "That doesn t follow. Many of our wealthie s t and most r e spec t e d citiz e n s w e re poor boys onc e," said Eric earnestly. "What do you mean by that?" a s k e d Clar e nce, s u s piciou s ly. But j u s t then a little girl walk e d into the s t o r e and asked Eric for a quart of molasses, s o he w as r e lieved from the n e cessity of expl aining hi s r e m a rk Thou g h Cla r e nce was c uriou s to kno w the h idden mean ing in Eric s r e ply, he con s ider e d i t muc h b eneat h h is di g nity to hang around the count e r until the st or e boy was di s engaged again, and s o he took hi s l e ave, strutt ing ou t a s if he owned half the village. Several peopl e now came in for their m a il and tO' mak e purcha ses, or get a nov e l for Mr s Gordon kept a small circul!)ting l ibrary, in the s hap e of a case of fift y b ook s i n popular d e mand whic h c oll ection was changed e v ery few months by the firm in N e w York whi c h furn is h e d the m Among oth e rs who c1roppe d in was Will Batt e r son, w ho came for the c opy of the Manhansett Times to w hi c h his father subscribed. Eric happened to be idl e whe n his chum e nt e red t h e s t o re, and, after the usual gre etin g point e d out to h i m th e ac count of las t night' s fire at th e p o int. "Ho!" exclaimed Will, a f t e r re a din g it, "l d o n't see our names mentioned to any alarming ext ent, and I r athe r guess we helped save Mr Wale s's dwe llin g all ri ght." "Well you see, w e' re boys, and the e ditor m u s t have overlooked us," grinn e d Eric "Oh, I don t know," snorted Will "Boy s can do a he a p sometimes when they g e t bus y." "I agr e e with you the r e." "Bet your l ife we can. I've got a nic kel in my clot hes to bet that there i sn't much Clarence Chudl e i g h th i nk s h e isn't capable of doing." "He was in here a few minutes ag o "Was he? That dude makes me sick. Think s h e's superior to any other boy in the vill age cause hi s fa t he r is well off and is jus tic e of the peace. What did he h ave to say?" "Nothing worth r e p e ating," r e pli e d Eric, pi c kin g up the Chudleigh order, which h e had laid asid e and start in g t o get the goods out. "I s ay," said Will, "you' re goin g to the picnic this aft e r n oon, aren't you ?" "I mean to, if I can g e t any one to look afte r the m a il." "Can' t you get Morri s on to mak e the trip ag ain to-d ay? "I'm afraid tha t would be impo s ing on g o od natur e It "Times are diff e rent now," a s serted Clarence, w ith an air of con v i c tion "The rich ar e getting richer and the poor are growing poorer, so my father says, and I guess he knows I'm glad I'm going to be rich h e ad d ed was very good of him to h e lp m e out yest e rday, o t h erwise I couldn't hav e gone :fis hing with you. Besides, h e may want to atte nd the picnic himself. He b e long s to the Su n day-school." "You've got to come, if _you can manage it at all. All t h e gir l s expect to see you there." "Do t hey?" grinned Eric.


PURE GRIT. I "Sure. At any rate, Grace Wales will be there all right." "Maybe not, after the fire." "What has the fire to do with her? They weren't burned out. Now, I've got a particular reason for wanting you to be on hand." "What is that?" asked Eric, curiously "I shall probably want you to take my place in the boat race." "Take your place? How is that?" "I sprained one of my wrists a bit this morning, and if it isn't in first-class shape by three o'clock I shan't go in against Clarence and the others. You can enter yourself at the last moment and use my boat." "I shouldn't think you'd let any chance slip by you to win that $10 prize." "Unless I'm in prime condition, there isn't any use of my competing Clarence is about as good as I am, and he's go. t a better and faster boat. He's sure to win if I have to drop out, unless you step into my shoes." mile course and return, under exciting conditions, was a n other question. In his own opinion, he believed he was a sme winner. The only competitor be feared at all was Will Batterson; but after having had one of his cronies time Will on the sly during one of hi13 practice spins on the river, ancl :finding the record not equal to his o \vn performance over the same course, Clarence became confident that th.e $10 gold piece was a.s good as in his pocket. Not that he really cared for tJ1e money so much, though of cour se it would be a welcome addition to his lib era l s upply of pocket money, but what he craved was the glory of being looked upon as the champion oarsman of Say ville Eric Gordon would have entered for. the race if he .had owned or could have hired a really good boat for the occa sion, also provided he could have found some one to fill his place on the mail wagon-for that was a duty which bad to be attended to, rain or shine. "How do you know I can beat Chudleigh?. He's been He had a natural love for the water, and this, of course, practicing ever since the contest was announced. He's not mean t that any thing in connection with bo'ats was right in so bad, either. I was watching him on the river the other his line. evening, and he seems to have speed." He could sail a catboat with uncommon skill, in all "He has a Mg advantage in the boat, which is practically kinds of weather, while, as for rowing, he was there with new and a first-class article; but, of course, that can't be both feet-having watched the performances of experts in helped. I am confident you earl outrow him on the lake, Manhansett Bay many a time, talketl with them on the where the picnic will be held. At any rate, it will give me subject and profited by what he thus acquired. a heap of satisfac!tion to see him taken down a .Peg or two. Physically he was well fitted for the task of driving a He thinks he's the whole thing. rowboat at good speed for a cons id erab le distance replied Eric, with sparkling "I wouldn't Inability to enter the competition for the $10 prize had object to taking a shy at that tenner. It would come iu been a source of great disappointment to him; therefore, handy if I was fortunate enough to win it. I'll have a the reader can imagine his joy when Will Batterson signi talk with mother, and see if I can get off." :fied his probable intention of withdrawing in his favor and "That's right," answered Will, in a tone of satisfaTER IV. THE BOAT RACE. A Sunday-school of Sayville had arranged to have their annual picnic on the shore of Placid Lake, a small anf! charming sheet of water two miles distant from the village, and a large attendance was expected. A number of "events" were on the programme for the afternoon, chief among which was the boat race-a compe tition in which four boys, who were the fortunate posses sors of good rowboats, had entered for the prize of $10, donated by the superintendent. Clarence Chudleigh was the first to send in his name. He owned the :finest boat in the neighborhood, and constant practice had made him quite a fair oarsman, though whether he possessed the strength and vim to cover a halfwagon, with his boat in it, up to the postoffice and general store. This time he had an arnica-soaked rag bound about hit> right wrist. "Well, are you. coming?" he asked, as Eric a ppeared at the door with his hat and best clothes on. "Yes," replied his chum, cheerily. "Morrison isn't going to the picnic, and ha promised to look after the mail again this afternoon, so I'm free for the rest of the day." "That's prime," said Will. "It's up to you to win that race this afternoon, for I'm out of it for fair. Why, I can hardly hold the reins with that hand." '""1s that a fact? How came you to do it, anyway?" "I tried to be funny this morning. Turned a couple of haI\dsprings, to show Beasley bow well I could do them, when-well, what's the use of talking, I threw my weight on my right wrist accidentally and it turned on me." "It's too bad. I'm sorry you're out of the race, though I won t deny I'm just tickled to death at the idea of tak ing a hand in it myself." to myself, I'd sooner see you win than anybody I guess you know that. From what I've seen you do


8 PURE GRIT. in the rowing line, I think there isn't the least doubt but ;rou'll come in first." "I hope so." "It will be a disagreeable surprise for Clarence if you do. He's been telling all around the village that he's got a mortgage on that tenner. It will knock some of the conceit out of him if you do him up." Most of the young people were already on the ground when Will and Eric drove up to a shed where a number 0 buggies and wagons were hitched. Lifting the boat out 0 the vehicle, the two boys carried it down to the little wharf close by, launched it, and then tied the painter to a ring-bolt. Clarence was already afloat in a gaudy sweate r ; pulling 1E>isure ly about with a couple 0 girl passengers. His purpose was to show off and gain the admiration of the crowd, though h e pretended not to notice that any one was at him. ) The race had been announced for three o'clock. At half-past two Eric wp.lked down to the wharf, pulled off his coatJ and step ped into Will's boat. He intended to warm up preparatory to the real business before him. Chudleigh had come ashore and was standing on the wharf with a couple 0 his cronies. "Here,'J he exclaimed, authoritatively, "don't go off in that boat, Eric Gordon." "Why not?" asked Eric, smiling, as he leaned forward to untie the painter. "Because I tell you not to. Isn't that enough?" s norted Clarence. "Excuse me, but i;gis boat belongs to Will Batterson." "I know it does.;, "And I have his permission to use it." "You have like fun," replied Clarence,. incredulously. "Don't you know he's going to use it presently in the race which comes off in less than half an hour?" "Don't you worry about that. "Did he really say you could use it for a while?" "That's what he did. I want to practice a bit before 1 start in the race." "What's that?" cried Clarence, in surprise. "You start in the race. I guess not." "What's the reason I won't." "Y oU: haven't any boat." "What's the matter with this one?" "That's Batterson's." "Well, I'm going to take hi s place. He's hurt his wrist and can't row,'' said Eric, coolly. "I don't believe it," retorted Clarence, with a frown. "Go and ask him, or Mr. Brown; the superintendent "What are you giving me, anyway, Eric Gordon?" "Nothing but facts. You're at liberty to verify them." Thus speaking, Eric pulled away from the wharf. Chudleigh made it his business to hunt up Will Ba.tterilOn right away. He saw clpth about Will's wrist.

PURE GRIT. 9 So he put on a little steam, increased his stroke by two to the minute, which gave a lead sufficient to enable him to safely and squarely cut across the bows of the other s Clarence observed the spurt, but it didn t worry him a little bit. "I'm two lengths ahead and I'm going to make it three right here." But he didn't, though he tried to row quicker stroke still. The fact was he had reached the end of his powers and was absolutely at Eric's mercy, if the boy was able to take advantage of the situation. Eric, however, didn t try for a little while, but dropped back to his former stroke, which was carrying him along easily, and at a speed which even then was beginning to tell on Chudleigh's lead. Clarence was presently compelled to ease up. He was quite blown and suffering some distress. 'rhen the spectators along shore saw Eric close up the space between the two )loats. Eric had got within about three-quarters of a length of him before Clarence began to realize that he was losing ground. Then he tried to make a grand effort, for they were near ing the finish line. But it wasn't in him. Eric, as fresh almost as when he started, now got down to business, and when he ran his stroke up to his limit, he went by Clarence as though the young aristocrat was an chored to the bottom. There was cheering galore when Eric crossed the line three lengths ahead of his chagrined rival, and the person whO" made the most noise was Will Batterson, who would have stood on his head from very glee, if his wrist had not been injured. CHAPTER V THE OLD GARDNER HOMESTEAD Eric's victory was rather a surpri s e to the spectators, most of whom had been confident that Chudleigh would wm. "Allow me to congratulate you, Master Gordon," said Superintendent Brown, taking Eric by the hand. "The honor of presenting you with the fruits of your success has been delegated to Miss Grace Wales. If you will step ori the platform, the ceremony will be gone through with The boy would rather ,have been excused from being made the mark of a hundred pairs of eyes, but there was no help for it. Blushing as if he had been guilty of some wicked deed, Eric Gordon mounted the low platform provided for dancing purposes, and approached the smiling Grace, who held a crisp, new ten-dollar bill in her shapely hand which i t was her duty to present to the winner of the boat race. The picnickers gathered around in a deep semi-circle and focussed the handsome pair with their inte):ested eyes. "Eric Gordon," began Grace, "you have won t h e boat race, and now it gives me great pleai:,ure to hand you the prize of ten dollars." She held it out to him "It. hank you very much, Miss Grace," he b1ur ted out, a s he accepted it, with his eyes on her fair countenance. "Also Mr. Brown. I can only say that I tried my best to win for the honor of the thing, and am very glad I succeeded." "Three cheers for Eric Gordon!" sung out Will Batte r son The cheers were given with much vim, and t hat concluded the ceremonies. "I told you you wasn't the only thing in sight," gri nn ed Will, a little while after, when he met Chudleigh chewi n g the cud of disappoii:itment in company with a brace of h is own particular chums. "Ah, go chase yourself," snarled Clarence. acknowledge that you were fairly beaten, d on' t you?" "No, I don't." "What excuse have you to offer for not winni n g "I wrenched my shoulder-blade in starting off, a n d it handicapped me." "Oh, you did?" grinned Will, incredulously. "Yes, I did," replied Clarence, sourly. "A poor excuse is better than none," snickered Batter son "Do you mean to say I lie?" demanded Clarence, in a threatening tone. "No, but I think you are cutting the truth r ig h t down to the quick "What do you mean by that?" "If you aren't bright enough to read between the lines I'll never you." "I wouldn't be so cocky, if I were you,' snorted Clar ence. "You don't want to overlook the fact that my fathe r holds a mortgage on your father's house." "You' re a gentleman, you are, I don't think," retorted Will, turning away in great indignation. Eric got back to the house about six o'clock. He found his mother entertaining a couple of visitors in the little parlor off the store. They were two old maid nearly sixty years of age, who lived with one very small female servant in an old fashioned mansion, of ante Revolutionary days, about a mile outside 0 Sayville on the county road. Their names were Phoebe and Priscilla Gardner. They were the descendants of one of the earliest settlers of Long Island Their father had been a wealthy and prosperous far m e r and he had left his two girls well provided for life. They owned many well kept farms in the neig h b orhood


10 PURE GRIT. from which they received comfortable rentals, usually in cash. They also were reputed to possess a quantity of gilt edged bonds stored away somewhere in the old house, as checks for the semi-annual intere st were known to reach them with unfailing regularity. At any rate, they had a considerable sum of ready money, for which they seemed to have no use, on deposit in the Manhan set t National Bank. Many people had the idea that the old maids distrusted bank s and kept their money on their premises; but this was not so. It happ ene d that a considerable sum of money-a matter of $1,500-had been paid to the old ladies that after noon by a farmer who had received a windfall and used a portion of it to liquidate a mortgage held on his farm by the Misses Gardner He had ridden ove r and paid them in gold and bills, and Miss Phoebe and Miss Priscilla were much embarrassed by the possession of so much cash, which they foresaw they would not be able to bank before Monday\morning. They had a confirmed horror of the house being entered by burglars and their possessions looted pa st recovery. The fact that quite a number of houses along the north shore bad been entered by thieves of late, and many article s of value carried off, further impressed them with a sense of their lonesome and almost helpless position on the out skirts. But the unexpected acquisition of so much money capped the clima.x. So, after putting their heads together, they decided to call on Mrs. Gordon, the postmistress, and beg her to per mit her sta lwart son, Eric, whom the two old ladies w e ll and liked very much, to come out to the mansion and r emain with them as a protector until Monday. "I shall b e glad to oblige you, if Eric is willing," re plied Mrs. Gordon It was at this point Eric made his appearance, and hav ing been consulted on the subject expressed his readiness to oblige the old sisters. Mrs. Gordon prevailed on them to stay to tea. At the conclusion of the meal, Eric got in their double seated buggy and drove them out home. As matters turned out, lt was a lucky thing, indeed, that the s i sters managed to secure the brave boy to stand guard, as it w ere, over their lonely home, for it happened that dur ing their conversation with Mrs. Gordon a stranger had ent ered the store unobserved and had managed to overhear all they said about the money which had been paid to them that afternoon. He was not an honest man, as events demon s trated, for he quiakly made his way to a small black boat which had brou ght up the river to Sayville and rowed back to the creek with all speed H e boarded the black sloop, which still la.y at anchor in the same spot where Eric and Will had noticed it the preceding night, and was received on board as one who had a right the r e He called the two men who were lbunging on deck into the small cabin and for the next half-hour was in close consultation with them About nine o 'clock that night the man in question, ac companied by one of his associates, leit the black sloop in the boat and pulled up the river in the direction of the vil lage. Eric had often visited the Gardner homestead, as it was called, with mail matter for the .two sisters, as the man sion was on his daily routes to Manhansett; but he had never stopped more than a few minutes at a time, though the MiAses Gardner had frequently tried to press their hos pitality upon him. They had a very high opinion of the bright boy, and often made him such sma ll presents as they felt he would acc ept for kindness in bringing them their mail. Now that he was going to remain at the mansion for two nights and a day, Eric began to have some curiosity as to what the old place really looked like inside. As soon as they drove into the yard, Eric helped the small servant unhitch the mare and put her in the stable Then he backed the buggy into its place in the barn. Having nothing further to do in that line, he entered the house and found the two old maids up stairs in their sitting room. The three conversed pleasantly for about an hour, then Miss Priscilla, the senior sister, showed Eric to the room he was to occupy, _,, It was located in the L at the rear of the building-a squa re, nicely-furni s hed room with two windows, one of which was s haded by a venerable oak tree, whose gnarled and stout limbs beat against that end of the mansion when the wind was high. There was no wind thi s ni ght, however, and a great bunch of leaves and twigs lay motionless 1 against the window pane As Eric looked out, he could see the rising moon indis tinctly through the thick foliage of the oak. Th ere was a chimney and an open grate in the room. Above the mantelpiece, which was ornamented with a large shell from the South Seas, flanked on either side by a pair of tall, ancient -l ooking candle s ticks of bronze, hung a stout musket and powder-horn which had been used in the Revolutionary War by the Misses Gardner's grandfather. Eric had a weakness :for guns, so he made bold to take down the old time musket and examine it. "This looks to be iin pretty good condition," he mused. "I wouldn't mind going squirrel-hunting with that. It isn't a bit rusty, but needs a little oiling up to make it serviceable. I wish it belonged to me. He lifted the powder-horn and found it was tolerably heavy. Tipping it up and pushin g the brass clasp which covered the vent, a littl e stream of powder ran into the palm of his band.


PURE GRIT. There was a bag, too, containing hfllf a hundred of home made bullets. "Well," he said, half aloud, as he hung the gun up again, "if a burglar comes this way while I'm here I may be able to give him a warm reception; that is, if this old shooting -' iron doesn't explode or kick my shoulder out of joint." He said this in jest, as he hadn't the least idea that the house would be bothered by gentry of that sort. All the same, it is the unexpected which most often hap pens. CHAPTER VI. ON GUARD Whether it was the strangeness of his surroundings or something he had eaten for supper which didn't rest well on his stomach, certain it is Eric Gordon didn't rest as well as usual after he fell asleep in the quaint old four-post bedstead. A noise at the window shaded by the oak tree awakened him, and he sat bolt upright in bed. The moon was rising just above the tree top and flooded a part of the room with its mellow light. Another thump on the window drew his eyes in that direction. Clearly the sound had been caused by the tree, fol' the giant limb was shaking as if moved by the wind. Thud! Once more the limb smote the window. "The wind must have risen since I came to bed," thought Eric, as he watched the leaves and twigs quiver ancl shake "It's a fine night all right. I wonder what time it is?" As if in answer to his thoughts, the musical chime of the tall, old-fashioned'. family clocli in the hall downstairs struck the hour with a measured cadence "Midnight, eh!" excla.lmed the boy, after counting the strokes. '!It's some time since I've been awake at this hour, .though I came close to it last night." Another thud came at the window, this time hard enough to rattle the glass "They'd better have that limb sawed off," muttered Eric, "or some time a big wind will push it through the window pane." He slipped out of bed and walked over to the window, to see how hard it really was blowing, for he didn't notice the sound anywhere but at that particular window. Looking out he saw something which almost took his breath away. It was the figure of a man slowly making his way toward the window by a hand-over-hand movement along the tree limb. It was the weight and swinging movement of his body which made the stout branch strike against the window. The night itself was just as calm as it was when the boy came to bed. Who was this man, and what was his object? The answer instantly suggested itself to the amazed boy. "I believe he means to break into the house by the only way that lead s to the upper story," breathed Eric, his heart thumping agafost his ribs like a miniature pile-driver. "I guess I'm UP. against the real thing, after all. Why, there are two of them. How am I going to stand them off? I've got to do it somehow, for that is what I'm here for. It's a question of think quick, for the first rascal is almost up to the window. Ah I The gun! But I haven't thne to load it. I must trust to luck and good bluff. Those chaps aren't going to get into this house if I can help it, bet your life!" He pulled down the old musket, and with all the pluck of a brave boy who knew his duty and proposed to do it, he placed him self in the shadow near the window and waited with bated breath for the next move on the programme. It came as soon as the burglar secured foothold on the window sill. He tried the window, which was shut but not latched. With one hand he tgently pushed the upper sash down nearly half-way and stuck his head into the room to recon noiter the '):lremises. As he did so, Eric thrust the muzzle of the ancient :firearm under his nose. "Skip I" he cried, :fiercely, ''or I'll blow the top of you:r head ofi'." The man started back with an oath and almost lost his balance. Gripping the limb tighter to sustain himself, the intrud e r glared at the boy who now stood revealed in his night gar ments in the full glow of the moonshine. "What's the matter, Ringle?" asked the second man, who had just started to follow his companion by the same lirpb. The fellow addressed as Ringle didn't answer, but. he transferred his hand from the tree limb to the half-open window, and at the same tin;ie, with his other hand, began to fumble at his hip-pocket. Eric guessed he had a revolver there, but he didn't falter from his purpose. "If you draw any weapon, I'll fire," he said to Ringle, in a tone which see. med to show that he meant business. "Who are you?" hissed the 1 Seems to me I've seen you before." "It doesn't matter who I am. I'm here to block your at tempt to enter this hou se." "I know you now," gritted Ringle. Eric Go:r don. What are you doing here?" "Don't yqu see what I'm doing?" retorted th.2 boy. Point that gun another way. It might go off accidentally." "No, it won't. It will go off on purpose, if it goes off at all. It's up to you to say whether it does or not." "Look here, young man," said Ringle, :fiercely. "If you don't put up that gun and l et us into the room, I'll be the death of you at the first chance I get."


12 PURE GRIT. "You can't frighteD; me that way," returned the nervy boy. "I'll do something worse than frighten you," snarled Ringle. "It'll be the worst night's work you ever did if you interfere with us CHAPTER VII. ERIC BECOES AGGRESSIVE. "You don't suppose I'm going to let .you in to rob the house and frighten the old ladies who brought me here to guard them, do you?" "So they brought you back with them, did they ? More fool you for coming. Come, 11ow, stand out of the way or--" The small servant called him about nin e o'clock, and he got up and dressed, feeling none the worse for his night' s adventure. "I'll you just one minute to go, mi s ter man," cried Eric, resolutely. "H you don t, I shall fire anyhow. I can' t ta.ke any more chances "You wOlildn't dare!" growled Ringl e who didn t really believe the lad had the pluck to shoot, but who, at the same time, felt decided'ly nervous over the pro s pect les t he really might carry out his threat "Don' t you tempt me, that s all," said Eric, jabbing the muzzle of the musket against' Ringle's forehead The touch of the cold iron was irresistible "I'll go," he cried, hoarsely; I'll get s quare with you for this. You re doing us out of a cold $1,500, and I shan't forget it." In 1 the meantime his companion, perce1vmg something was wrong, had returned to hi s perch in the tree. This left the way clear for Ringle to beat a retreat by the way he had come, and, swearing under his breath like a trooper, he availed himself 0 the opportunity, much to the courageous boy' s relief. Regaining the tree, Ringle held a cons ultation with his companion, and whi l e he was thus engaged Eric got down the powder-horn and poured a charge into the gun and t hen rammed h ome a wad 0 paper h e had in one 0 his pockets This he followed with a bullet. Then he sprinkled some powder in the nipple, for it was a flint lock, and returned to his post to await further devel opments, wondering, i it became necessary for him to fire, whether the ancient weapon would go off at all. But the necessity was not forced upon him. Ringle and his associate had arrived at the c onclusion that prudence was the better part of valor, and Eric had the satisfaction 0 s eeing thriw descend from the old oak and disappear around the corner of the building. Eric knew the doors and lOwer windows were strongly barricad ed, so he didn't fear they would be able to force a n entrance that way. No doubt they had tried to do so before they shinned u p the tree and had given up the attempt. The boy hurriedly got into his clothes pushed up the window again and secured it, and then went downstairs to stand watch in that quarter. But there was no further attempt made on the man s ion that night, though Eric s tuck faithfully to h i s ta s k until d awn, when, satisfied that the thieves were really gone, be went to bed again He did not see the maiden sisters until he entered the br e akf a st-room half an hour later "Well, Eric," s aid Miss Pris cilla, with a smile, "how did you slee p la s t night?" "I was awake more than half the night," replied the boy, with a s light grin. "Indeed," s poke up Miss Phoebe. "That is too bad Change of s urroundings, I presume must.--" "It wasn t that," an s wered Eric ; "but it happened I had a visitor "A visitor!" e x claimed both of the s i s ter s together, rais ing their hand s in s urpri se. "Why--" "The fact of the matt e r i s a c ouple of burglars tried to for c e an entranc e into th e house through iuy room." "My goodnees eja c ulated Miss Pris cilla, turning pale, while her s i s ter looked a s if s he were going to faint I think it was lucky you put me in that room went on Eric. "Not only that, but if it hadn't bee n for that old mu s ket hanging on the wall up there I don t think I could have s tood the m off. The fellow who got as far a s the window was a pretty hard case, and I had to s hove the muzzle of the gun in his :face to get him to listen to rea s on ) Then the boy told the maiden ladies the whole s tory of what he had bee n up again s t, winding up by advi s ing them to have that particular limb of the tree cut down, in ord er to guard again s t any s imilar attempts in the future. "We can n e ver thank you enough, Eric Gordon," sa i d Miss Pris cilla, grate fully. "I am sur e I don't know what we s hould have don e if you had not been here to protect u s ." "lam v e ry g lad I was," h e r e pli e d e arne stly "You ar e certainly a v e ry brave boy," s mil e d Pho ebe. "I couldn t h e lp actin g a s I did I kn e w y ou d e p e nd e d on me, and I would f elt like thirty cen, ts if tho s e ras cal s h a d got the better of me." "And w e r en't you fri ghte ned at all?" a s k e d Miss Pris cilla, pouring out the coffee from a real old-fa s hioned silver urn. "I didn't have time to consider whether I was or not. I knew it was my duty to prevent them in "But you might have b e en hurt. I s hould nev e r have, forgiven mys elf if you had been. We would rath e r have los t the money or an y thing else we have in the house, t h a n that harm should hav e come to you, when y our moth e r was so good a s to le t y ou come here." "It wouldn't have b .een your fault if I had been roughly


PURE GRIT. 13 handled, Miss Gardner. Those are chances we've all got to take when we're up against bad characters." "We must stop at the constable's on our way to church and tell him about this wicked attempt to break into our home. You will be able to describe the man, won't you, Eric?" "Sure. I'd know him if I ever saw him again. Do you know I think I've seen him before. I couldn't say when or where. The other fellow called him Ringle; but that name is not familiar to me." Breakfast over the sisters prepared to go to the village church, as was their custom. Eric was to go with them in the buggy and drive. He hitched the horse to the vehicle, brought it around to the front door, where the maiden ladies were waiting, and politely handed them into the buggy. They found Constable Gray on the point of setting out for church with his family in a carryall. Eric briefly gave him an outline of the burglarious at tempt on the Gardner homestead the night before, and he promised to give the matter his attention. After dinner, Eric walked over to Sayville to s e e hi s mother and also called upon Will Batterson, to both o.l' whom he related what had occurred at Gardner's. "Gosh!" grinned his chum, "you had ,a strenuous time of it, didn't you?" "It wasn't child s play." "S'pos e that bluff of your s hadn t worked?" "I s hould have u sed the butt end o:i: the old thing to keep the ras cal out." "But s'pose he'd drawn a revolver, what then?" "I give it up," replied Eric. "He' d had me dead to rights then." "Bet_ your life he would! Maybe those are the s ame chaps who have been working so many hou s e s along shor e of late." "I wouldn't be surprised. It's funny how they manage to keep under cover so well, with all the con s tables of the county, you might say, on the lookout after them." "It is funny. They must be foxy rascals." "They're pretty slick." "Say," exclaimed Will suddenly, "you don't think that black sloop we saw in the creek Friday night has any con nection with tho s e chaps, do you?" I never thought of such a thing; but, of course, it isn't impossible." "Did you tell the constable about the v e ssel?" "No. " I think he ought to know. I didn t fancy the look of h e r "I'll see him again to-morrow morning and mention the fact." "I would. It won' t do an y h a rm, you know, and then, again, it might furnish a clu e I don t b e li eve in letting anything like that get by." Eric returned to the Gar c lner home s tead at eight o'clock, and an hour later was in bed. He wasn t sure but the burglar s might return again, and determined to keep awake as long as poss ible. His good re s olution didn't amount to much, for in fif teen minutes he was as sound asleep as a bell. His slumber, however, was di s turbed by strange and di s quieting dreams, in all of whi.ch the man Ringle figured. It was one o'clock when he awoke with a start. He had been dr e aming that he was pas s ing through a lonesom e wood when Ringl e and two companions sudd e nly s pran g out of a thicket and bloc k e d hi s pa ss a ge . Two of th e m had revolv e r s in their hands, and the look o n Rin g l e's face was ominous. Then a s w e hav e s aid, he awoke Th e dr e am had been v e r y real, a nd for the m o m e nt, in th e darkness o f the room for the sky was overca s t thi s morning he was n t s ure but he was s till in the wood, a nd h e glanced fearfully around for s ign s of Rin g l e a nd h is associate s "Gee! It was onl y a dream a fter all," h e mutt ered, in a ton e of r e lief. H e heard the pat t e rin g of the tree agailis t th e wind ow, a s the s oughing wind moved the limb s to and fro, and his fir s t impression was that Rin g l e was r e n ewing hi s atte mpt to enter hi s room b y the g ian t bran c h. He s prang out of bed to look, thou g h he h e ard th e s weep of the wind a s it rattled the old shutte r s on th e out s ide. "It's the wind thi s tim e all ri ght," h e s aid but for all that h e walked over to the g lass to m ake d o u b l y s ur e So dark wer e the s hadow s in th e old o a k that for a il h e could see to the contrar y th e r e mi ght have been a dozen men c oncealed among its bran c hes. I At that moment he heard a s li ght thud at th e oth e r window which ove rlooked the landscap e fr o m anoth e r point. "What's that?" Then he heard a creakin g n o ise, whic h h e ascrib e d to the binge s of the While he was looking toward th e window, he fa n c ied he saw a shadow more opaque eve n t h a n the da r k b ackground of the night rise s lowl y up b e for e th e g lass. A different s ound than that caused b y th e wind s haking the s a s hes followed. "I b e li e v e there's some one there br e ath e d th e b oy, s tar in g fixedly at the glass. He dropp e d down on th e floor and c rawl e d over. The nearer view thu s obtained disclosed the s hadowy outline of a man on the out s ide. "The rascals have actually had the nerve to come back. They are working a new dodge. They have a ladder this time Well, I'll give the m a warm reception, all right. They won't be able to get in at the window without break"" ing it, for the latch i s caught." The man on the ladder had found the sash e s secure, and drew a s mall implement from hi s pocket, th e skillful ma nipulation of which would soon enable him to remove the pane under the cat c h and allow of the eas y insertion of his arm, so that he could unhook it.


14 PURE GRIT. Eric soon understood what he was about and resolved to let him proceed while he took advantage of the circum stance to hurriedly dress himself. Before going to the room the evening before, he had hunted up a good, stout cudgel, with a heavy knot on the end, which he consicwred a much more effective weapon than the an cient musket, for he had his doubts as to the advisability of firing off the charge he had put into itit ir.ight prove more disastrous to himself than to the peron for whom its contents were intended. Armed with the cudge l, Eric drew near to the window just as the man on the outside had effected his purpose, and the pane of glass fell in on the carpet. The rascal unhooked the clasp and s oftly lifted the lower The man who had received the tumble looked decidedly groggy on his legs. As Eric had judged, they were astonished at the dlsap pearance of the ladder. 'I'hi s circumstance disconcerted them. They could not but und e r stand that the surprise they had contemplated had proved a miserable failure They consulted together for a few minutes and then moved off in the direction of the barn. "Have they given their project up or got some new scheme in their heads?" muttered the boy, as he watched them vanish in the gloom of the yard He divided his attention between the two windows and waited. sash For some time nothing occurred, and Eric was almost The way was now clear for him to enter. persuaded that they had withdrawn, when he saw a flicker-He did not do so at once, but thrust in his head to see ing light in the direction of the barn. wluit he could make out in the dark chamber. Even as he looked this light grew larger and brighte r He had cause to regret the act the moment his head until a strong premonition of mischief forced itself on was well in the room, for Eric, whom he did not observe the lad 's mind. had been patiently waiting for this chance which he had "I really believe they have set fire to the barn," he said foreseen would pnibably occur. with some concern They boy had been holding the club poised in readiness Such presently proved to be the fact. to deal an effective blow. ad fi d In revenge for their second defeat, the niscals h re He brought the cudge l squarely down on the rascal'1; the flimsy building. head. With a groan the fellow dropped backward and tumbled down the ladder, landing in a heap the ground. CH APTER VIII. WAYLAID. Eric glanced cautiously out of the window to see what would follow. Two very much s urpri sed rascals were lifting their un fortunate companion to his feet. The man, however, was sense less, and wheh this fact be came apparent to the othe r s they bore him away to the old well in one corner of the yard to 'evive him. Eric watched them go. "So there are three of them this time? I wonder what they'll do next?" He looked at the ladder and then an idea struck him. "I may as well remove this out of their r each whilfl they are away," he said He hauled the ladder up, tipped it and dragged it into the room, leaving a sma ll portion of it extending beyond the sill. "When they come back to try again, they'll wonder where it has gone to," he snickered, picturing their sur prise in his mind. Fifteen minutes later he saw them return. Eric ru s hed from the room and ar ou sed the maiden sisters. He explained the situation in a few words and then hastened downstairs. "Look out!" screamed Miss Priscilla, may be standing outside waiting for you to open the door." . Eric had not thought of that, and he paused with his hand on the bolt. But his humane sympathies for the poor horse, which h e believed to have been left to meet an awful fate, overcaJPe every other consideration, ancl he drew the bolts and rushed out into the night. No one was there to meet him or to take advantage of the open door. He dashed for the stable at a run. Then he saw a moving object on his right. A burst of flame from one of the stable windows showed him that it was the horse which the rascals at--least had the charity to turn loose before they proceeded with their unlawful design. The barn, however, was doomed, and ere many minutes the fire burst through the roof, lighting up the lan dscape so that it could be seen miles away. Somebody in the village saw the flames and telephoned word to Manhansett The volunteer firemen were aroused and started down the road with the engine, believing some farmho use was burning. They arrived at the Gardner home s tead in time to view a heap of glowing embers and obtain an account of the cause of the brief conflagration


PURE GRIT. 15, There was nothing for them to do, so they trailed back the way they came. Eric kept watch for an hour longer and then satisfied that the burglars had no intention of making a further attempt on the mansion, turned in and slept like a top until called down to breakfast. During the meal, both of the sisters feelingly expressed their gratitude to the bpy for his courageous defense of their property and their persons "You are one boy in a thou s and, Eric Gordon," said Mis s Priscilla, with a smile "Few lads would have had the nerve to s tand out again s t three such des perate rascals I am sure I don't know what we should have done without you in the house." "It's a wonder you were never molested befqre by the tramps and scallawags who seem always to be on the lookout for unprotected property." "It is a wonder,'' replied the maiden lady, with a little shiver "But we did not give the matter the thought we have 0 late. I am so thankful we asked your mother to permit you to stay with us these two nights." After breakast, as Eric was preparing to take his departure for home, as it was necessary or him to go or the early mai l, Miss Priscilla cal l ed l:rim into the cosy little sitting-room "It is the wish of my sister and myself to show you in some substantia l way our appreciation of the service you have rendered -qs. We feel that you have not only saved us a considerable sli.m 0 money, but in all the family plate and jewels as well, the loss of which would be a dreadful blow to us. They have been in the family for over one hundred years, and you will under s tand that many memories center about them. I, thereore, take great pleasure in presenting you with the sum of $1,000 as a nest egg for your future." Eric was much astoni s hed at this liberal present from the sisters, and did not want to accept it, until Miss Pris cilla insisted that he do so, or they would feel greatly hurt. H e thanked them courteously for the gift, and soon afterward took his leave. 0 course, Mrs. Gordon was very much astonished also Saugatuck, a small village several miles beyond, to loave several bags of phosphate, which he had been commissione d to deliver by a merchant in l\fanhansett. It was late, therefore, when he finally passed through town again and struck out for home. The shades of an early summer evening were falling upon the country landscape when Eric Gordon reached the most lonesome stretch of bis homeward drive. The covered vehicle was proceeding at a smart pace when two men jumped out of a thicket a;n,cl essayed to stop it, while a third man, not so big nor so old as the others, rose out of the bushes on the other side of the road, with a pistol in his hand It seemed to be a clear case 0 hold-up. "Grab her by the bridle, Brady," said the ma n w ho appeared to be the leader of the enterprise. While Brady attempted to ollow instructions, the other man, who looked strange l y like Ringle, the burglar, drew a revolver from his hip-pocket or .the purpose of intimidat ing the young driver of the wagon Eric, taking in the situation at a glance, whipped up .his horse. Then he leaned forward and struck at the two men Brady sprang back to avoid b e ing run down, throwing up his arm to avoid the whip lash. Thus he lost the only chance he had had to stop the mare. At the same moment the :fellow among the bushes fired, and the ball severed a small lock of Eric's hair on hi s fore head As the wagon dashed by the men, the leader :fired after it. But the s hot amounted to nothing, and in a cloud of dust Eric and his covered conveyance disappeared around the turn of the road, leaving the discomfited rascals swearing and otherwise forcibly expressing the vexation they felt over the miscarriage of their ambuscade CHAPTER IX. when Eric showed her the wad of bank bills Miss Priscilla THE STUBBORNNESS OF OL.1.RENOE OHUDLEIGH had presented him with "What are you going to do with all that money, my son?" Next morning when Eric went to Manhansett he overshe asked, s milingly, heard the postmaster and one of the town officials talking "I have already three hundred dollars in the Manhansett about a fresh robbery which had occurred in the town the Savings Bank, mother, and this will go to keep that com-night before pany." / Quite a lot of silverware and jewel s had been taken Ly After leaving the mail-bag in the Manhansett postoffice the robbers, and no clue to their identity forthcoming. and getting the one he had to bring back to Bayville, he Eric then told about the attu.ck made upon him in the w ent to his bank and duly deposited the money. mail wagon the previous evening on the country road. "I feel like a bloated capitalist," he said to him s elf, as "I am satisfied they are the same fellows who tried to he looked at the balance now to his credit, with a glow of break into the Gardner homestea d on the two nights I satisfaction. slept there,'' he said, in conclusion. Then he went on to the village. "These rascals, whoever they are, seem to be getting At five o'clock he was back in Manhansett again mighty bold,'' said the postmaster, wagging his bald h e ad After getting the afternoon mail-bag he had to go on to 1 and looking at Eric over his glasses. "Where they keep


16 PURE GRIT. themselves under cover during the daytime is what puz zles me." "Have you heard of a black sloop being seen in this neighborhood lately?" inquired the boy. "A black sloop?" "Yes. A kind of single-masted craft, painted a dead black color." "No," said the postmaster, shaking his head. "But there ought to be many such vessels about, I should think. Black isn't such an unusual color for boats." "That's right, too; but I refer to a craft which might have an object in keeping aloof among the creeks and iu lets of the north shore. These burglars could live aboard such a vessel and thus keep out of sight of the officers searching for them." "Your idea seems a plausible one," said the postmaster, looking interested. "What put it into your head?" "Why, Will Batterson, a friend of mine, and myself ran foul of just such a craft last Friday night anchored up in East Creek. We thought nothing of the circumstance at the time, except that it seemed an odd place for her to be; but since we've been reading about the many mysterious burglaries in this neighborhood, and the fact that the perpetrators of them have managed to cover up their movements so cleverly, we thought-'' "Do you know if the vessel is still there?" asked thP town official, who had been an interested listener to the foregoing. "Really, I couldn't say, as I haven't been near the creek since the night in question. "It's worth looking into, anyway," said the official. "I'll call at the head constable's office and mention the fact We want to get these rascals if we can, and no clue ought to be overlooked in the search." With these words he left the postoffice. "What's the matter with the mail this morning, Mr. The fourth chapter was beaded "How to Succeed in Business," and Eric thought he'd glance ov. er that. He was about half-way through this interesting subject when the mail was brought into the office. The small bundle of letters and the larger batch of newspapers and packages for Sayville and vicinity were tossed into a bag and the pouch handed over to Eric who at once took his departure for home. That afternoon Will Batterson accompanied Eric on his afternoon trip for the mail. He brought along his shotgun, which he had loaded with buckshot, and when, on the return trip, they drew near the scene of the previous night's Will kept out of sight with the gun in readiness to take a hand in the proceed ings if Eric was molested again; but nothing occurred to interrupt the mail wagon. "I guess those chaps won't bother you again," said Will, when he resumed his seat beside his chum. "Probably not; but if you had been with me last night we might have peppered them with a few chunks of lead. I bad a lucky escape from the pistol ball of one of them." "That's what you had. They seem to be a desperate bad lot." As they turned a curve in the roa.d they made out a light buggy approaching in the middle of the road. I "Here comes Clarence," said Will. "He's got it in for you because you beat him out in the boat race." "He had as good a chance to win as I h'ad, but he threw it away by over-exerting himself at the start. I don't see how he can blame me for his own foohshness." "That's his way--always unreasonable. He ought to take a tumble to himself once in a while." Eric turned out so as to give Chudleigh half of the road, but Clarence made no move to do likewise. "Hi, there, Cl!ll'ence, give us room to pass, will you?" shouted Will, with a gesture. Richards?" asked Eric. "Turn out yourself!" retorted Chudleigh, in no very "There was a smash-up about twelve miles down the roa.d, pleasant tone. and the train has been held up just beyond Smithtown for "We have turned out our share," answered Will. the last two hours." "Turn out more, then!'' came back the sulky reply. "You haven't any idea when she'll get through, I sup"Now what do you think of that?" said Will to Eric. pose?" "Isn't it enough to make you mad? Look here, Chudleigh, "No; but I should think she ought to be along pretty do you think you own this road?" soon. Here's a book for you to look at while you're waitClarence, however, made no answer. ing," and he tossed Eric a small red-bound volume, the title He had come to a stop exactly in the center of turn-of which, "The Art of Getting Rich," immediately interpike, and it looked as if he didn't intend to yield an inch. ested the boy. It was manifestly impossible for Eric to pass him with "I wouldn't !llind picking up a few points on this sub ject," mused Eric, as be turned the pages over, "I should think such a book ought to be popular, as everybody has a weakness for acquiring wealth. It is a very comfortable reflection to have a bank account of some size," and Eric thought of his $1,300 in the Manbansett Savings Bank. Eric found there were nine chapters in the little work of which the first was devoted to "How Fortunes Were Made in Ancient Times." out ditching his off wheels and scraping the fence. The rules of the road entitled him to a fair half of the way, and he decided not to waive his rights even to oblige so important a little gentleman as Clarence Chud leigh. However, he did not mean to run the little aristocrat down because he was unreasonable, that is, not if he help himself. A collision between the stout mail-wagon and the light


PURE GRIT. 17 buggy would have been greatly to the disadvantage of the latter. So when the two rigs came pretty close he slowed down and finally stopped and waited for Clarence to do some thing. "We re waiting for you to get out of the way," said Eric, with becoming mildness. "Do you suppose I'm going to turn out for a common store boy like you?" said Chudleigh, contemptuously. "Don't act like a puppy!" chipped in W,ill, somewhat indignant at this gratuitous insult to his chum. "We have the right to half of this road, and you re only mak ing a donkey of yourself by disputing it." "Do you mean to insult me?" demanded Clarence, firing up at Will's words. "Don't be a clam!" retorted Batterson, in some disgust at the young dude's perverseness. "Do you expect to keep to the middle of the road ?n asked Eric, impatiently. "I shall if I feel like it." "If he doesn t take the cake for pure cussedness when he's got his back up you can call me a liar," remarked Will to his friend, in a low voice. "I suppose you are aware that I am carrying the mail?" asked Eric, taking a new tack. "I don't care what you're carrying. I've got the right of way and I'm going to keep it." "You have no more right than we have to hold the cen ter of the road and block another vehicle. You ought to know that, for your father is a lawyer," said Will. "How do you expect to pass?" asked Eric, rather tired of the discussion. "It's your place to turn out more," replied Clarence, sourly. "I can't turn out any more without running my right wheels into the ditch. It isn't fair for you to expect me to do that. You have lots of room on your own right to drive and all<>w me my fair share of the road." "I don't want to talk with you." "Turn out, then, and let us pass you." "I shan't," answered Chudleigh, doggedly. "What do you want to be so obstinate for?" snorted Will. "That's my business." "Very well," said Eric, in a decided tone. "I'm going to drive on . It's up to you if anything happens to your rig." "'Don't you dare strike my buggy!" screamed Clarence, when he Eric start ahead. "Get out of the way, then," said Will. "You're detaining the mail, and that's against the law." But Chudleigh persisted in staying where he was, though he had ample room to move to one side. The result was the front wheel of the big wagon locked with his front wheel, and as Eric continued to go ahead the buggy was slewed around, while the horse, seeing his danger, started to pull out of the way. The light vehicle couldn t stand the strain, and, as a natural result, the axle snapped and the wheel came off, pitching Clarence into the road, where he would have been run over but that Eric suddenly pulled short up. Will jumped out and yanked the dazed aristocrat out of harm's way. I "I'll make you pay for this!" cried Chudleigh, scram bling to hi s feet, white with rage, and shaking his gloved hand at Eric. "I don't think you will," replied Will, coolly. "I'm a witness against you. I will testify that you acted unreasonably in this matter." "Shut up, Will Batterson! You've got too much t o say!" snarled Clarence, dusting off his clothes. "My father will make you sweat for this," he added, glowering at Eric, who did not seem to be in the l east disturbed by the threat. "I'm sorry," he answered; "but it was your own fa.ult." "Y ah You common store boy "What are you going to do now?" asked Will. "With your wheel off and the axle snapped short in two, you can't go on." "We'll have to patch it up so he can lead the rig home again," said Eric. "You won't patch nothing up!" shouted Clarence, danc ing about in the road with passion. "You'll pay the bill for fixing it up as good as new. Do you hear, you loafer!" "That settles it," said Eric, with some indignation. "Jump in Will; I'm going to drive on." And drive on he did, as soon as Batter son climbed back into his seat, leaving Clarence Chudleigh hopping about in the dust, like a monkey on a hot stove, and threatening Eric with every dire result in the calendar. CHAPTER X. SQUIRE OHUDLEIGH SUFFERS A LOSS. An hour later, Clarence led his horse and trailing buggy into the yard of his home, and the gardener, who was wat ering the lawn with a hose, wanted to know what had hap pened to him. "That beast of an Eric Gordon, the store boy, ran into me with his heavy wagon and broke the front axle of the buggy. But I'll make him pay well for it, the loafer !'' said Clarence, with smo, thered anger. "He must have been very careless remarked the man, who, knowing nothing of the merit s of the case, naturally sided with his employer's son. "He did it on purpose!" snorted young C)rndleigh. "You ought to inform your fa.ther about it." "I mean to. Has he got home?" "Yes. I saw him come in half an hour ago."


18 PURE GRIT. Olarence found his father in the library and gave him his own version of the "outrage." On the strength of his son's 1 statement, the lawyer grew quite indigna:qt. "I will walk down to the store after supper and talk to him about it. I shall expect him to apologize to you, and pay for having the buggy repaired,." "That's right," responded his son, in a tone of satisfaction . "Give him fits. He puts on altogether too many airs because he carries the You had his mother ap pointed postmistress, didn't you, father?" "Ahem Yes. I recommended the "I wish somebody else had it." "Why, my son?" "Because, then, Eric Gordon would have to do some thing driving his wagon to town twice a day. I hate him." "You mustn't express yourself in such an unchristianlike way, my son," said the Squire, reprovingly. "Why not?" a<>ked Clarence, ungraciously. "Because it isn't-ahem !-just right "I might as well say it as think it. I should have won that ten-dollar prize last Saturday only for him." "Mr. Brown told me at m eeting that young Gordon won the race fairly." "I sprained my shoulder-blade." "That was your misfortune, so we won't discuss the mat t e r further." "You said you'd ten dollars up to me. "So I did There it' is," and the Squire took a bill from a well-filled wallet and handed it to his san and heir. Clarence took it a grin of pleasure, but forgot to thank bis father for the donation. As this was nothing unusual on his part, the omission escaped his parent's notice. The Squire call ed at the store about seven o'clock, as he promised his son. Eric was wait ing on a customer at the time, and hi s mother was similarly engaged, so the great man of the village had to wait his turn. A sandy-comp l exioned man entered the store while he sfood there. In. a few minutes Mrs. Gordon was at lib erty and came forward. "I have a. little business with your son," said the Squire, in response to her respectfu l reque s t as to what he wished. "While I am waiting, I may a s well pay your la st week's bill. Have you got it ready?" "Yes, sir," replied the postmistress. Squire Chudleigh produced hi s wallet, and the sandy compl exioned man eyed it with greedy interest. The nabob, having ascertained the amount he owed for grqceries, pulled out several notes and tendered them in payment, while the lady was receipting the bill. He laid wallcton the counter ju st as Eric came forward 1 to wait on the sandy complexioned man. "One moment, please," said the Squire, turning to the boy. "My son has made a very serious charge against you, young man "I suppose you refer to the injury his buggy sustained on the county road l ate this afternoon," replied Eric, respectfully. "Precisely. If you have any explanation to make in reference to it I will listen to you." / "Here is your bill, Squire Chudloigh," said Mrs. Gordon at this point, putting it down n,ear the pocketbook "Thank you, ma'am," answered the great without turning around. "I'll take half a pound of plug cut, madam," said the sandy-featured customer, as the postmisfress looked at him inquiringly. While she went to the back of the store to get the tobacco, the man edged up nearer the counte r and the spot where the Squire stood When Mrs. Gordon returned and handed him the pack age, he was putting something into his hip-pocket. He paid -for the tobacco and hurried from the store In the meantime, Eric had made his explanation of the road accident, and referred to Will Batterson as to the truthfulness of his statement. The Squire w1as obliged to admit that his son had been in the wrong, and he left the store rath er provoked with Clarence. "Mother," said Eric, a few moments later, "Squire Chudleigh forgot his receipt. I'll put it in an envelope and stick it in his pigeon-hole." He was in the act of doing this when the lawyer tered the store in a great hurry and apparently much ex ercised over something "I forgot my--" "Your receipt," intenupted Eric. "Here it is." "I don s t mean that. I refer to my pocketbook. I left it on the counter." "On the counter !" replied Eric, looking. "Where abouts?" "There," answered the nabob. "What did you do with it?" "I didn't see it, Squire." "Didn't see it? You must have seen it!" exclaimed the great man, angrily. "There was more than $100 in it, anrl severa l valuable papers." "But I assure you that I did not," prote sted Eric, flushing. "Then where has it gone?" "You mu s t have put it back in your pocket." "It is not in my pocket . I forgot to pick it up." "Mother!" called Eric. ''Did you see the Squire's pocketbook?" "vVhy, no," she replied, coming forward. "Maybe it fell down somewhere behind these boxes," said the boy, removing them hastily, but to no purpose There was no sign of the lawyer's wallet anywhere. Of course its absence produced an embarassing situation,


PURE GRIT. 19 especially as the nabob almost openly accused Eric of having taken it. The entrance of Constable Gray put another complex ion on the affair. After he had listened to the lawyer's story and asked him to describe the wallet, he said he had seen a sandy -complexioned man, a stranger in the village, examining just such a pocketbook a little while before, down near the river. Mother and son recollected that this man had in the store while the Squire was there, and as he left in a great hurry the inference was plain. "I'll see if I can catch him," said Eric, seizing his hat. "You said down by the river, didn't you, Mr. Gray?" "Yes. I'll go along with you." They both hastened in the direction indicated "There he is in that black boat!" cried Eric, point:lng down the river, whero the man was pulling at all his speed. "He's the thief, sure enough; but how are we to catch him?" ' They got down to work with a will, and the l ig h t s k iff flew over the water a sea bird Darkness settled down on the la R dsoape, t h e banks 0 the river gradually grew indistinct, so they ooul d n ot judge the position of the fugitive They pulled away like good fellows till t h e per spi r ation oozed down their faces, for the night was a warm o n e They had proceeded more than a mi l e w h e n t hey heard the sound of oars ahead "There he is cried Eric, beginni n g to s purt. "Yes, it must be. I was beginning to fear tha t t h e ras cal had landed somewhere along the banks, l eavi n g us on a wild-goose chase," replied Constab l e G r ay inc r easing his stroke to match the boy's. Tlie sound of oars in advance g rew m ore and mor e dii> tinct. "We'll have the rasca l soon. I wonder w here he's head ing for?" This question was soon answered, for a bend in the stream brought them in sight of a one-masted vessel silhouette d against a whitewashed batn standing near the river bank The sound of the oars had ceased, but there seemed to be two or three persons in motion between the bar n and CHAPTER XI. the boat. UNDER HATCHES. "If we h ad a horse and buggy," suggested the constable. O r a boat," said Eric. "I'll tell you what we'll do: We'll get Batterson's." "Where shall we find it? Every moment counts "It's always tied to the little bathing stR;ge behind his house. We won't lose any time, because it's in the same direction as we want to go. The constable knew that, and off they started on a trot for the Batterson home, the back of which fronted on the river "Is Will at home ? asked Eric of the servant who was taking in clothes from the lines in the yard. "No," she replied. "He went out after suppet." "Well, tell him Constable Gray and I have taken his boat. to chase a robber, will you?" and he hurried on, joining the constable at the bathing stage. "I'm afraid we'll lose the iellow in the dark," said the village official, as he pointed down the river where the fleeing thief was growing indistinct in the gathering dusk. "We must put on steam and try to overhaul him He can't know that any one is in chase of him." They embarked in short order, after Eric had brought out two pairs of oars from a small outhouse where they were kept "Now, then, Mr Gray," said Eric, re$olutely, as he re moved and tossed his jacket aside, "we must get a move on ii you expect to catch that scamp and put him into the lock -up to night "He's gone aboard that sloop, I'll wager," said the con stable, who had paused fo look ahead. At the word sloop, Eric stopped, too, and looked i n the same direction. "Why, that's the black sloop !" he excla i cied, in some excitement "The one you spoke to me about?" asked Mr. Gray 1"Yes. It must be the same They have brought it u p the river, evidently." "Well, I'm going to board it," said the constable, reso lutely. "It's my opinion we've struck the nest of burg lflrs who have been giving the county such a scare." "That's what I--" The shrill scream of a woman or girl at that moment awoke the echoes of the quiet spot "There's something wrong, you may depend!" cried the officer. "We've got here at the right moment to be useful, probably. There's a lantern. They seem to be takh1g somebody on board A few more lusty strokes and their skiff bumped against the side of the black sloop. Unshipping the oars, Constable Gray, closely followed by Eric, sprang aboard the low-lying craft. In the ,glimmering light of the lantern held by the sandy complexioned man, they saw two others, one of whom Eric recognized as Ringle, the other as the youngish fellow who had fired at him from the bushes the previous night, dragging a muflled-up and struggling female over the sloop's 1:!ide. "Hello What does this mean?" exclaimed the constable, in his official. tones His challenge created an immediate sensatiofr in tha


20 PURE GRIT. ranks of the opposition, who had not been aware of the approach of strangers on the scene. Ringle stared at the constable in a startled way for a moment and then uttered an imprecation. At the same moment the sandy-featured man, whose name was Brady, the very rascal who had failed to stop the mare the evening before, recognized Eric. "It's young Gordon and the village cop!" he cried, warningly. "We must do 'ein or the jig is up!" Constable Gray heard the words, and they removed all doubt as to the character of the men he had to deal with. He was a plucky fellow, and advancing upon Ringle he said: "I arrest all. Sunender, or I'll put a bull e t into each of you." "The dickens you will!" eja c ulated Ringle grabbing the constable's wrist as he was in the act of drawing his weapon. "Grab the boy, Brady, I'll attend to thi s man!" Brady dropped the lantern and rus hed at Eric, who met him with a blow which s ent him s tag g ering backward But the sandy-haired individual was a tough nut, and he soon closed with Eric. While they were struggling and Rin g le wa s making things interesting for the officer, the other ra scal c arried the girl he held into the cabin and s lamm e d the s lide to, effectually imprisoning her. Then, as if he knew jus t what had to be done in s uch an emergency he ca s t off the rope whic h held the s loop to the bank, and, s eizing the mains heet began to haul the already loosened main s ail up to w ard the peak of the ma s t, when the night wind, catching its fold, flung the boom to port, knocking o ver the four combatants in the cockpit. Ringle, who was much more active than the s tout con stable, sprang up fir s t, and taking advantage of the latter's discomfiture s eized him by the coat and one leg, and, before the officer knew where he was tumbled him into the river. The s loop swept b y l e aving Constable Gray s tru g gling in the water. Ringle then came to Brady's assi s tance, who was having all he oould do to handle the intrepid boy, and between them they overpowered Eric, and bound him securely with a bit of rope. By this time the third rascal had trimmed the sail and taken his place at the helm, the boat gliding down the river as if on greased wa.ys. "So we've got hold of you at last, you little monkey, have we?" said Ringle, picking up the lantern and fl.ashing the light in the boy's face. Eric made no reply, but returned the fellow's look, deowe you one for that clip you gave me on the nut, and I always pay my debts." He shook his fist in Eric's face and swore a round oath. "We'll attend to his case later," said Ringle. "Help me put him under hatches." They carried the boy forward. Ringle removed a hatch cover, exposing a small, darkhole, and thrus t Eric down into the place. The l i d was then replaced and secured with a hasp, and the boy left to ruminate over the uncertainties of this IDun dane sphere. CHAPTER XII. A DISCOVERY IN GRANITE. It was a narrow, ill-ventilated space, rank with smell of recent cooke ry that Eric found in. A rude woo den bulkhead divid e d it f t o n?1t he small cabin bey ond, and throu g h the crack s c a me to his ear the rl ')"" s obbin g of a female. I I "These scoundr e l s have evidently c arried off a girl again s t h e r will. Ar e they kidnapper s a's well as thieve:;;? I'm afr a id I'm up a g ainst a pre tty hard lot. They mean to show me little m e r c y for what I did to th 'em. Poor mother What will s h e think whe n I don't return to-night? And Cons tabl e Gray! That Ringle dropp e d him over the side with as little compun c tion a s if he had been a sack of sand." Ringl e and Brady had, as they thought tied Eric 's hand s pretty tight behind hi s back, but the odd position in which they had held the boy' s hand s at the time rather de feated their purpo se. At any rate while working hi s wri s t s together in the darkness, Eric found that the rope yielded so far that he felt c onfident he could wriggle them fre e by patient effort. He c ould h ear Ringle talking on deck, that is, on the trunk-roof of the cabin whe re he and Brady had perched th e m s elves, probably to keep a better lookout ahead. By gently lifting the cover of the hatch with his head to the limit of the ha s p (that is a good inch and a half) he c ould make out what they s aid. "I know it's none of my busines s," Brady was s aying, "but I think it was a foolish thing for you to fetch that girl aboard." "I don't think so. We'll reach New York b e fore morn ing, s o s he won' t remain long on the s loop." fiantly. I "What are you going to d o with h er? I thought you I "You're the chap that did u s out of a ni c e haul the other were sati sfie d with the rev e n g e you took on her old man, night and almo s t broke Jim Brady 's head into the bargain. when w e s e t fir e to the lighthous e ." We've been aching to get back at you for it, and I guess "You've got another think coming, then," laughed the chance has come our way at last." Ringle, coar s ely. "I'm not through with that precious "Yes, blast you!" chipped in the sandy-f e atured man, "I uncle of mine by a long chalk."


PURE GRIT. 21 Eric nearly collapsed with surprise and indignation as he made this unexpected discovery, while at the same time his heart gave a great throb of pity for the beautifu l and in nocent girl confined in the dark cabin. So Grace Wales had been kidnapped by :Andrew W ales's rascally nephew-a man a hundred times worse than his kind-hearted relative even suspected him to be. Eric thought the world of Grace, and it made him wild to think in this scoundrel's power "If I can only get free and provide myself with a weapon of some kind I'll show those chaps she has a pro tector at hand who will stand by her while he's got a drop of blood left to fight for her," muttered the boy, reso lutely. Then he listened again to the conversation going on above. "Well, let the girl s lide. How much do you think we'll realize from the stuff we've got aboard?" "We ought to get a couple of thousand apiece." "Well, that isn't so bad," replied Brady, in a satisfied tone. "It makes me laugh when I think how we've set the entire north s hore py the. ears. A score or more constables been tryi\ig t

I 22 PURE GRIT the helm I see we' re getting well down the inlet, and it won't be many minutes before we're out on the Sound." The two rascals got up, shook them selves and w ent back fu the cockpit of the s loop, leaving Eric to ponder over the yery intere stinr and valuable bii:f of information which ha d come to his ears. \._ / CHAPTER XIII. ERIO COMMUNICATES WITH GRACE "By Jove!" said Eric to himself, "that Ringle is a smart rascal. It's funny how clever men will turn their talents in tfr'e wrong direction. So Batch's is a mass of granite? I wonder if that is really true, or is Ringle mistaken? If it is it's the greatest :find in this locality that I know of. I'd like to get a chance to verify it. Yet wha.t good WQuld that do me? I could put Ringle's nose out of joint by ha\ling him pulled in, no matter what dis guise he assumed, but I cou ldn't buy the island myself, for $3,000 is more money than I expect to own for many a day yet. Nobody but Ringle seems to want the island jus t now, and the only rea s on he wants it is because he think s there is a fortune there, which is undoubtedly true if granite really exists there in a considerable quantity. It's funny nobody has made; the dis c overy before. Probably because the island is but rarely visited, and not then b y any one with the knowledge and sharp eyes necessary to detect its real composition. I mean to look into it whe n I get away from this predicament. And you can bet I'm not going to b e carri e d to New York, or allow these rascals to tal{e Gra c e t h e r e either, if I can help myself. I dar e say they imagine because I'm only a boy that I'm easy. I hop e they do. It will require some strategy to get to the wind ward of them. At any rate, it is my motto to stick a thin g out till I win N othiing is gained by crying over spill e d milk. It's pure grit that wins, and I'm going to match that against the odds I have to face Eric was a plucky boy, all right. The :first thing he did was to try and free his hands Until this was accomplished he felt that he was helpless. The sudden heeling over of the sloop to port under the influence of the smart breeze which blew upon the S()unfl clearly indicated to Eric that the boat had jus t passed the point where the ruins of the lighthouse lay a mass of black ened debris. The sloop maintaineq that angle now with big main sai l bellied out over the water to lee ward, and the boy coul d hear the water dash against her forefoot and feel the slight, graceful bob she made to the Sound wavelets. Half an hour of patient, persistent effort rewarded the boy with the freedom of his hands. 1 He now investigated the interior of hi s pri s on and found a small cool t stove standing in a sandy base -box.' Pots and pans, only roughly cleaned, were hung about on nail s The strong odor of fried :fish and grease was now less per c eptible to the lad, because he had got used to it. "I wonder if I could get the bes t of that ha s p which holds down the hatch cover with tho holp of this skewer ?'1 thought Eric, as soon as his :fingers recognized the slender r steel implement used by butchers to pierce meat for the insertion of a string to keep it in shape Eric didn't lose any time dreaming over the matter, but began operations on the hasp at onoe. He found the job so easy of accomplishment that he actually laughed over it. Then he lifted the cover a few inches and reconnoitered. The three rascals were seated in a bunch in the cockpit, Ringle steering. It was a :fine, starlight night, and the cool breeze was a grateful relief to the boy. It instilled fresh life and confidence in him He was now prepared to do and dare anything that would aid Grace and himself to escape from their unpleasant sur roundings. How such a happy issue was to be brmtght was not yet very plain to the brave young fellow. The sobbing sound from the cabin long since ceased The dark interior was as silent as though it had no occupant. It was scarcely probable tho girl was asleep More likely s he was simply suffering in silence. At length Eric decided to try and attract her attention so as to let her know she had a protector at hand on whom she might rely to do all that was in his power for her benefit. "The flapping of the mainsail and the dashing water will pr e v ent a s light noi s e from reaching Ringle and his asso ciate s at the stern," thought the boy, "particularly as the cabin slide is shut." So he began to knock against the wooden bul khead in a noticeable way. Then he called out, softly : "Grace Grace It is I-Eric Gordon In a moment or two he heard a movement in the cabin as if the girl had stirred. "Gi:ace Wales Eric Gordon is here he called once more. "Oh, Eric! where are you?" cried Grace, with a sup pressed scream. "Here," and the boy pounded a bit louder on the bulk head. He heard hr feeling her way toward his prison pen. Then he pulled a match from his vest-pocket and lit it, the fl.as h of the flame shining through the cracks in the partition, thus indicating his position to her "Come clos e to the bulkhead, Grace." She did -so.' "Wait a moment till I take a look on deck," he said,


PURE GR I T 23 lifting the cover and surveying the conditions outside, which bad not changed "How came you to be on this boat!" she asked, when the boy let the hatch cover down again and spoke to her. Eric told her how he and Constable Gray had chased the thief of Squire Chud l eigh's wallet down the river from Sayville; how they had boarded the black sloop ; how they had seen her canied forcib l y on board, and how they had been overpowered in the attempt to capture the rascalsthe C0Ilstable being throw!). overboard, while he had been bound and imprisoned. j'But I've worked my hands free and slipped the hasp which secured the lid of this hole, and now I'm ready to take advantage of the first chance to escape and take yon back with me "Ob, Eric, how brave you a r e cried the girl, with a little hysterical sob. "Pooh! I haven't done anything very remarkable in that line yet," be replied, pleased, nevertheless, by the girl"s compliment. "You'll never be able to help me against those three men!" she cried "How can you?" "I mean to try, Grace. shall never desert you "You're so good I never forget you "Not until you find somebody you like better, I suppose." "I shall never like anybody better than you, Eric!" she criedf impulsively. "I hope you won't, because I l ike you better than any girl I ever knew "I'm so g!ad But you mustn't get into any more t'rouble for me, Eric. I shou l d be dreadfully unhappy if any thing happened to you Do try and escape, yourself Then you can tell my father that Edward Ring l e has carried me off. Edward is my cousin Re is a very wicked man, I am sure now, arnt he is doing this to hurt my father. Father was away when he came this evening to our home with another man, and compe ll ed me to go with them. They brought me aboard this boat, as you k:ow." "Ringle is a hard case, a ll right. He and his associates set the lighthouse on fire I heard the sandy featured man say so a little while ago." "We suspected that he did," replied the girl. "Wait till I take another look;" interrupted Eric. "I don't want those fellows to catch on to us "Hush!" cried Grace, warningly "Some one. is at the slide door of this cabin Eric listened and heard the slide drawn back and then saw the flash of the lantern It was Ringle who was entering the cabin, and Brady was at l\is heels Grace had thrown herself face down on cushioned locker in front of the bulkhead, and never moved when Ringle add'ressed her. "I guess she's cried hef8elf asl eep," he remarked. "So much the better,'' replied Brady. The sloop had a centerboard-trunk to which were at tached flaps which answered the purposes of a couple of narrow tables. Ringle turned up one of these and braced it. Then he produced a big black bottle and three tumblers from a locker, poured a portion of liquor into each, and handed one of the glasses out to Poole at the helm. The two men talked and drank a while, after which Ringle got out a box of cigars, selected three, which he I distributed, and then he and Brady returned on deck, leaving the slide open Eric peeped at them over the cabin roof and saw that they were enjoying a smoke. He heard Grace whispering through a crack in the bulk head. "Well, Grace," he whispered back. "They have left the slide open, Eric. We must be care ful." "All right. No m::e saying anything more You watch and wait. Be on the alert for any signal from me." "Do be careful, Eric," she pleaded. "Don't worry. I'll look out for Number One You'd better pretend that you are asleep." Nothing more was said between them Eric kept an eye on the enemy from under the hatch cover, which he raised a few inches. At length Ringle tossed the butt of his cigar over boar d and rose to his feet. "We'll turn in a spell," he said to B;ady. "You can lie down on the locker, I'll take the por t one If the girl is asleep we'll iet her lie where she is. No danger of her leaving the cabin without Poole seeing her, and if she clic1 she couldn't run away. It's a pretty good swi m from here to shore,'' and he laughed coarse ly. "And the boy is safe enough for'ard," grinned B rady. "No fear of him getting away." "I guess not We'll hocus him and the girl before we reach the city, and then take them in a caniage to Mothe r Meiggs's Eric saw Ringle and the sandy featured man enter the cabin. Then bis fertile brain evolved a daring expedient. It was both bold and des perate, but it seemed to be a case of nothing vc?tured nothing win, and that warrantec1 any risk which promised results if successful. CHAPTER XIV. PURE GRIT. Eric waited a good half hour before he made a move. He wanted to give Ringle and Brady plenty of time t o fall a s leep. Hi plan of operations was, first of all, to overpowe r Poole, who, though taller and older, was lighter and ap parently less muscular than himself. But to accomp l ish this s u ccessfu lly, as well as prevent ,,


PURE GRIT. any alarm reaching Ringle and Brady through the open slide, he knew he must take Poole off his guard. This was a ticklish job, because the steersman was, most of the time, looking in the direction he would have to ap proach. Occasionally Poole looked across the waters of the Sound, it is true, but his attention was not distracted long enough to enable Eric to come across the top of the cabin and pounce upon him unobserved Eric watched him full twenty minutes, hoping some object astern might catch his notice, but nothing like that occurreq. The boy began to grow desperate. 1 Time was passing, and if anything was to be accom plished he felt it had to be done before Ringle and Brady came on deck, for he was almost certain they would both come out at the same time. "I can't see how I'm going to manage it for the life of me," he muttered impatiently. "Those chaps in the cabin I'll wager are light sleepers-all crooks probably train themselves to that point when on business. A struggle of any kind would bring them out, and then my name would b.e mud for good, and Grace, too, would be in the soup. This is bard luck !" Suddenly a scheme darted through his head. Its very origina l ity and venturooomeness almost took his breath for the moment; but therein lay its promise of success. "I'll do it, though I'm liable to lose my life, for it's awful risky. But it's the only way as far as I can see." Without giving the thought time to cool, he lifted up the hatch cover and cautiously crawled up onto the slanting deck, in the shadow cast by the big mainsail, at a moment when Poole looked off to the leeward at a foreign brig, which was sailing to the eastward Then, with a prayer for the success of his precarious ven ture, Eric lowered himself over into the dashing water until half his body was submerged, and the other half in' stantly soaked by the spray churned up by the sloop's progress through the water. Slowly he began to drag himself along the starboard side of the boat, which was tilted up at an acute angle, the port rail almost kissing the surface of the water under the pres sure of the mainsail, whieh bulged to leeward 1 He had to depend entirely on the grip of fingers upon the slippery rail as he slowly and laboriously worked himself along toward the cockpit, astern. His idea was to get behind Poole, then, with a sudden spring, for he was as agile as a monkey, leap on board again and jump on the young rascal before he could under stand what was in the wind, and then choke him into insensibility. To plan an is one thing; fo accomplish it an other. As he made his way, inch by' inch, along the outside of the rushing sloop, the perspiration stood out on his forehead and ran down his face, for there wasn't a moment when he wasn't in imminent danger of being swept from his hold and carried to his death, astern. As he passed at last under the stern of the sloop, the end of his perilous journey in sight, he could not see Poole any more than Poole could see him. Now he rested for his final effort, allowing his limbs to drag in the wake of the boat. Then he raised himself by his arms to see which way the helmsman was looking. His attention was taken up by the seaward-bound brig to leewar:d. It was the crucial moment. Summoning all of his energy, Eric hauled himself out of the water, raised his right leg over the rail, and sprang into the cockpit, like some monster which had come out of the deep. Poole turned with a startled oath on his lips, only to find himself clutched around the throat by a strangle hold, while Eric threw the whole weight of his body upon him, bending his head down backward over the rail, in order to prevent him from struggling effectivefy. Eric knew that everything depended on the success of putting Poole out of business, and be used every ounce of his powerful muscles to that end. He was in desperate earnestness, and Poole was like a baby in his grasp. In three minutes the rascal lay senseless and inert, while the sloop, relieved of the ha11d at the tiller, began to perform strange antics, which Eric hastened to correct by throwing Poole against the rudder arm and thus steadying it. "Now for Grace," breathed Eric, approaching the cabin door Looking in, he saw the dark, sleeping forms of Ringle and Brady r:tretched upon the port and. starboard lockers. off his shoes, he bent down, entered the cabin and walked slowly to where Grace sat watching his approach with staring eyes. She had seen something of the struggle between Eric and Poole through the open door, but had been so terrified at the thought of the peril facing the boy she thought more of in this world than any one but her father, that she could not tel1 for certain who had come off the victor. "Grace!" whispered Eric, as he drew close to her With a smothered. sob from her surcharged heart, she quietly sprang up, threw her arms about his neck and kissed him. It was the first kiss she had ever given him or any other boy, but such was the intensity of her feelings that she could not have helped doing what she did if she had died for it. "Oh, Eric! Eric!" she whispered, trembling like an agi tated leaf in his arms. "Are you really safe?" "Yes. Come out of this as softly as you can." He pushed her gently ahead of him


PURE GRIT 25 She shuadered visibly as she passed close to the slumbering Ringle. Something, however, caused Eric to pause. Something which caused his nerves to tingle and his blood to leap with excitement. He saw the butt of a revolver sticking out from under the rolled-up blanket which served Ringle for a pillow. ])are he venture to take it? With that weapon in his hand the success of his plans seemed assured. But if Ringle should wake up suddenly and catch him before he could withdraw the revolver from its resting-place everything would be lost. It was another case of pure grit. A!id the grit and nerve of the boy triumphed Softly he placed fingers around the handle of the weapon and with the utmost care he drew it, inch by inch, from under the blanket until at last he held it in his hand and Ringle still slept on. Grace, looking back through the opening, had watched his daring feat, with her heart in her mouth. Her face lit up with a great happiness when he rejoined her, closed the sliding door, secured it with a wooden staple, and thus effectually secured the chief rascals in the cabin. Pure grit indeed had made Eric master of the situation. CHAPTER XV. AT THE POINT OF THE PISTOL. "Now, Grace, I think I can depend on you to steer for a few moments," said Eric, regarding her with a smile of satisfaction "You have had some experience with boats, I think." "Yes," she replied, looking fearfully at the inanimate and livid-faced Poole where he lay against the tiller. "I'll1 put him out of the way," said Eric, observing her glance of aversion He grasped the insensible rascal around the waist and aragged him to the forward hatch. Removing the cover, he fished out the cord which ban been around his own wrists and tied Poole's hands with it, then he lowered him into the hole, but left the cover half off so he could get plenty of air. This accomplished, he returned to Grace's side and re lieved her Then he turned the sloop's head toward the Long Island shore, distant about a mile. He could not tell ho.w far they had come, but guessed it must be all of thirty miles from the entrance to the inlet and Manhansett Bay, for he calculated it was now about midnight. "Why, Eric, you are all wet!" exclaimed Grace, in sur prise and some dismay, noticing for the first time that the boy's shirt sleeves clung limp against his arms and that his garments looked sodden and wrinkled. "I'll tell you how that happened," he said, but she in, terrupted him with : "Why don't you put on your jacket. You'll catch your death in your wet condition." "I haven't any jacket, Grace; it was left behind in Will's boat at the time we boarded the sloop." "But you ought to have something on, Eric," she insi s ted, anxiously. "Well, I think so myself, so I'll. just relieve that chap in the hold of his jacket He has no use for it down there. It's warmer than toast in that hole." Accordingly yielding the tiller once more to Grace, lie went forward and possessed himself of Poole s jacket. "This makes a heap of difference," he said, when he re turned to the girl. "I should think it did," she replied, with a smile. In a few minutes Eric tacked again, shoving the boom over the starboard rail. He had scarcely accomplished this maneuver before there was a noise at the cabin door This was followed by a smothered and an pounding on the wood. Grace snuggled closer to her young protector and gave an involuntary shiver. "Let him knock," snickered Eric "It's good exercise." "What in thunder is the matter with you, Poole?" sang out Ringle, evidently hot under the collar. "I'm thinking if he waits for Poole to answer him he'll wait some time "Poole, you jackanapes, have you gone to sleep?" roared Ringle, again, starting up a fresh and heavier rat-tat-tat on the panel. "Poole!" howled Brady, adding his ponderous fist to Ringle's, and both making noise enough to waken the dea.d. A momentary silence ensued and then came the crash of Ringle's foot against the door. The slide shivered and bulged under the blow. It was plain another kick or two would demolish it. "That won't do at all," said Eric, putting the tiller into Grace's hand. "I must put a stop to any more demonstra tions of that kind." Another kick, this time from Brady's boot, came upon the slide before he could interfere, and the wood was partially splintered "That will do, gentlemen," said Eric, drawing the re volver from his pocket. "If you try that again I shall put a ball into one or both of you l" His remarks caused a sensation in the cabin. It was the first intimation they had, aside from the locked slide, that things were wrong on the outside. Ringle put his eye to the break in the door and what he saw caused him a tremendous shock. For the next minute he made the air of the cabh. ting1' 1 with shocking language.


26 PURE GRIT. Brady took a look also, and he ejected a few forcible re marks that wouldn t bear repetition. "Let us out, you pestiferous little monkey; or we won't do a thing to you!" s houted Ringle, in a violent rage. "Don' t get excited, gentlemen," replied Eric, ironically. "You might sprain a blood-vessel. Keep cool, or there'll be something doing at this end which may prove unpleasant to you." "How did you get out of the hold, you vi'llain ?" de manded Ringle, evidently as mad as a whole nest of dis turbed hornets. "Where's Poole, you scal awag?" chipped in Brady. "He's doing penance under the hatc h," replied Eric, laughing. "We'll make you laugh on the other side of your mouth, and he made no attempt to complete the demolition of the sliding panel, which was now almost a wreck. Rin g l e swore and moaned alternately, interspersed with an occasional reque s t of Brady that he finish the door and do up Eric Gordon. But Brady didn t care to draw the boy's fire even to oblige his friend in iniquity, so he refused to follow up the attack. Grace continued to steer the sloop while Eric stood guard over the fractured panel, and in this way the boat sailed eastward. for a couple of miles before there were any further develop'ments in the case. At le:6gth Brady' s face a.ppcared at the opening. "What are you going to do with us?" he asked, in an anxious tone. you cantankerous imp!" roared Ringle. "Wait till we kick "I am taking you back to Manh1tnsett," replied Eric. this door clown!" "But we don't want to go to Manhansett," protested "I wouldn't advise you to try it," said Eric, in a deBrady. termined tone "I've got gun here, Mr. Ringle, and "I suppose not," answered the boy, dryly. if you touch that slide again with your foot I'll fire in at "Can't we make a deal with you?" you. I can't afford to take any chances with either of you, "No. You've got to answer for throwing Constable Gray so don't tempt me too far." overboard. He may have been drowned for all I can tell.'' "How could he when he was within a few feet of the Ringle swore a big oath and then he and Brady r eti red 1 ?" to consult over the situation, which app eared to wear a 8 10re desperate look for them. "It's to be hoped he escaped, otherwise it would be the electric chair for Mr. Ringle at lea.st." They couldn t understand how Enc had managed to "D 1 b 1 R' 1 ?" f h' lf d h 0 you mow you ve ro

PURE GRIT. CHAPTER XVI. IN WHICII..ERIC STARTS ON THE ROAD TO WEALTII. When Eric got back home h e found his mother in a state of great nervous excitement and worry over the report brought by Constable Gray, who h ad returned in Batter son's boat, that youngGordon had been carried off by a gang of criminals in a black sloop which had been tied up along the river bank near oakes's farm. The constable had telegraphed to the police at White haven and New York City to be on the lookout for such a boat, stating that a girl also had been kidnapped and would probably be fo1md on board. Ringle and his associates were brought up before the Manhansett jui;iticc for examination on the following day, when Eric Gordon, Grace -Wales and several residents of the county, who identified property found on the sloop, appeared against them. They were committed for trial at the next term of the court. Rewards for the capture and conviction of these rascals who had terrorized the whole north shore of Long Islani.1 since late in the spring, and which footed up a total of something over $1,200, were paid to Eric at once by the grateful citizens who had suffered from the depredations of the scoundrels. Even Squire Chudleigb, to whom Eric returned the missing wallet, found on the person of Brady, was gratefu l to him to the extent of a fifty-dollar bill. Eric deposited his money in the Manhansett Savings Bank and was now the proud possessor of a pas -book which credited him with the sum.of $2,550. The boy had by no means forgotten about Ringle's al leged discovery of granite on Captain Batch's island in Manhansett Bay. He had lon g known that the island was for sale-it hacl been advertised off and on in Uie county newspaper, but nobody seemed to want it, at lea st at the price the retiree sea captain wanted for it. With the information he had acquired through overhear ing Ringle's conversation Gn the subject with his pal, Brady, Eric started out on a quiet exploring expedition He had obtained possession of the small bag of speci mens found in the cabin of the sloop and which seemeu to confirm Ringle's story, and with a few oJ' these in his pocket he made a quiet visit all by himself to the island, and spent all of an afternoon searching aro1mcl for indi cations of simi lar bits of stone. He was not at all successful in his search, and was gi vi ng the matter up for that clay at l east when. near the ex treme end of the island, where it looked toward the Sound, he came upon a narrow ravine, which he followed to its termination. Here he found abundant evidences of grani te, similar in respect to the sample he had with him. Eric judged there must be an immense deposit of the material on the island. Next day the boy took a Long I sland train for New York City, with the address of a noted mineralogist in his pocket. He took the bags of specimens collected by Ringle with him and submitted them for examination. He wa told that the samples represented a very fine order 0 builUing material, and the gentleman assured him that he did not know of any plac e outside of Barre, Vt., or perhaps one or two places in Massachusetts, where such excellent granite could be found. "A quarry of such stone would be very valuable, then?" suggested Eric. "Valuable!" exclaimed the specialist. "I should say so. It would be worth a fortune." This statement was quite satisfactory to Eric, and with his head filled with visions of untold wealth, and the good things a lot of money would procure, he returned to Say ville He said nothing to his mother a!lout the object of his trip to the "It will be a great and happy surprise for her if I begin liJ'e with a successfu l start such as this thing promises to be. I am going to talrn the risk of buying that island with what I have in the bank. And that reminds me, I am under age. The deed will have to be made out in motber's name It was Eric's mei:hocl always to strike while the iron was hot, for, thought he, there's many a slip between the cup an

28 PURE GRIT. promised to call upon Eric's mother and see if she couldn't persuade Mrs. Gordon that bet son was really doing a very sensible thing by purchasing the island. She did so without delay. Eric never learned what arguments the ki,nd-hearted spinster to effect her object, but certain it is she won the postmistress over, and that day week Mrs. Gordon accompanied Eric to the residence of Captain Batch, when the island was transferred to her in trust for her son. As soon as all the legal requirements of the sale had been complied with, Eric went to New York and induced the mineralogi s t expert to visit the island and thoroughly examine the property with reference to its granite formation. His report was thoroughly satisfactory to the boy. At his suggestio n got up a prospectus looking to the formation of a corporation to be known as the "Man hansett Granite Company." Eric acted as his own promoter and solicited subscriptions to the capital stock from all the moneyed people of the neighborhood whom he cared to have associated with him in the enterprise. The Misses Priscilla and Phoebe Gardner headed the list with the largest personal subscriptions, and among others John Batterson subscribed $1,000 for ten shares, which he presented to Will, who was most enthusiastic on the subject as soon as his chum made him wise as to the merits of the investment. Squire Chudleigh not invited to subscribe As a matter of fact, pooh-poohed at the whole thing, and his insinuations were promulgated abroad by Clarence, who took an immense delight in trying to make small of Eric's undertaking. But little things like that didn't worry H e knew he had a good thing in sight, and that everybody interested with him was also bound to profit in the course of time. A preliminary meeting of the new company was called, articles of incorporation were drawn up by a Manhansett lawyer, Eric Will and two others were named as the in corporators, and the papers were submitted to the Secretary of State of New York. In due time Eric received the official confirmation from Albany and the granite company became an assured fact. Arrangements were at once made to begin the business of opening up a quarry and putting the material on the market. By this time Ringle and his companions were brought to trial, convicted on the evidence furnished by Eric and the witnesses, and sentenced and sent to the State prison at Ossining for a term of years. Eric, as a matter of course, did not drive the mail and express wagon any more, though his mother continued to retain the store and postoffice at Sayville, but devoted his energies to the presidency of the granite company, to which he was unanimously elected by the board of directors at the first annual meeting. The high position Eric thus attained served to rather put Clarence Chudleigh's nose out of joint, for he no longer had any ground on which to base his sneers. "That common store boy" had risen to the proud position of president of the new and promising granite company, while the young aristocrat of Sayville was still known as Squire Chudleigh's spoi led boy. Perhaps the happiest girl in all the county, certainly the one who took the greatest interest in Eric's prosperity, was Grace Wales, the light-keeper's daughter. Eric had asked and received permission to call on her regularly, and, of. course, that meant, in the eyes of the good people of the neighborhood who were acqm;inted with the youthful and handsome pair, that one of these fine day s Grace would become Mrs. Eric Gordon, and rule as mis tress over the elegant home which the boy had in his mind's eye, and which the profits from the "Manhansett Granite Company" would surely realize. That fall the Government began the erection of a new and more substantia l lighthouse on the point, and the fact that Andrew Wales retained his dwelling and continued on the Treasury Department payroll, was sufficient indication that there was no immediate danger of his losing bis tlob, or of not becoming the boss of the new light. Reader, my task is finished. Perhaps you think this is all fiction from beginning to end. If you have any curiosity on the subject, pay a visit some summer to the Long Island town which masquerades under the name of Manhansett and perhaps you'll learn some very interesting particulars about a. truly self-made boy: whose name, given as Eric Gordon, I am not permitted to disclose. He is now nearly twenty-one, but you'll not meet a finer example of a real American boy anywhere if you were to search the country through, nor a more splendid example of PURE G1uT. THE END. 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TO DO SECOND SIGHT.-Beller's secon d s igh t explamed b;: bis former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on .the stage; .also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanation of second sight. No. 43 HOW '1'0 BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Containing t h e gran?est ?f magical illusions ever p l aced before the pubhc. Also tricks with cards. incantations, etc. No. 68. TO DO CHEMICAL TRICKS.-Containing ove r one hundred highly amusing and instructive t r ic k s w ith chemicals By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. No. 69. HOW 'l'O DO SLEIGHT OF HAND. Containing ove r of the latest and best tricks used by magicians Alll-0 oontainmg _the secret of second sight. l!"'ully illustrated. By A Anderson. No., 70. HOW 'l'O MAKE MAG IO TOYS.--Containing full directions for making. l\Iagic 'l'oys and devices of many k inds. B y A. Anderson. Fully illustl'ated. No. 73 .. HOW: TO J?O '!'RICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Showi n g many cur10us tncks with figures and the magic o f numbe r s By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. No. 75. HOW TO BECOME A CONJURO R -Containing Vl'.it1!-Domin?s, Dice, Cups anJ Balls, Hats, etc. Embra.cin g thirty-six illustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 78. TO DO THE .BLACK ART.-Containing a complete description of the mysteries of Magic and S l eight of Band together w i tll many wonderful experime nts. B y A. Anderson'. Illustrated. \ MECHANICAL, No. 29. HOW To-BECOME AN INVENTOR.-Every bo y how inventions originated. This book explains them all, examples. in electri,city, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pneumatics, mecbamcs, etc. 'Ihe most instructive book published . No. 5?. HOW TO BECOME AN ENGINEER.-Containing fu ll mstructiOiJS how to proceed in order to become a locomotive en gi?eer ; also for buildi.ng a model locomotive ; togethe r with a full descnption of everythmg an engineer shouldi know. No. 57. HOW '1'0 MAKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.-Full directions how to a B!injo, Violin, Zither, 1Eolian Harp, Xylo phone and other musical mstruments; together with a brief description of nearly every musical instrument used in ancient or modern times. Profusely illustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgera ld for twenty years bandmaster of tbe Royal Bengal Marines. No. 59. BOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.-Containing a description of the lantern, together with its history and invention Also full directions for its usl.'! and for painting slides. Bandsotnely illustrated. By John Allen. No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRIOKS.-Containing complete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanica l T r ic ks By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. LETTE R WRITING. No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.A most com plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, and when to use them, giving specimen letters for young and old. No. 12 HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO LADIEJS .-Giving complete instructions for writing letters t.<> l adies on all subjects; also letters of introduction, notes and requests. No. 24. HOW 'l'O WRITE LET'.rERS TO GENTLEMEN. Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving sample letters for instruction. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE L:ET''l.'ERS. A wonderful little book, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and any body you wish to writ& to. Every young man and every young lady in the land should have this book. No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.--Con taining full instructions for writing letters o n almost any subject; a l s o rul es for punctuation a n d comp?sition, w i t h s p eci m e n l etters.


.......... .... ==================::::;;:==============::;:=================================:.:======::0::::::.::::::::::::----:::: 'll"HE STAGE. No . 4 TUE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK -Contuinitlg a great vatiety of the latest jokes used by the mfor constructing a window gatden eithe r in town or country, and the most appro ved methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever pub lished. No. 80. HOW 'l'O COOK.-One of the most Instructive books on cooking ever published. It contains recipes for cooking meats, fish, game, and oysters i also pies, trnddings, cakes and al-I kinds of pastry, and u grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular cooks. No. 37. HOW 'l'O KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for everybody, boys, gir l s, men and women; it will teach you how to maka almoRt auything around the hou se, such as parlor ornaments brackets, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds.' ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKEl AND USID 1llLEdTRICITY.-A de scription of the wonderful us es of electricity and e l ectro magnetism; together with full instructions for making Electric Toys, Batteries, etc. By George Trebel, A M., l\l. D Containing over fifty il lustrations. No. 64 HOW TO MAKEl EJLEX3TRI0AL MACHINES.-Con taining full Jirec tlons for tnaking e l ectrical machines, induction coils, dynamos. and many nov e l toys to be worked by electricity. By R A R. Bennett. Fully illustrated. No 67. HOW '110 DO ElLECTRICAL TRIOKS.-Containing a l arge collectio n of instructiv e nnd highly amusing electrical tricks together with illustration!!. By A. AnC!ei'l!on. No. 49. _HOW TO DlilBATilJ.-Giving rules for conducting de bates, outlines for debates, questions for discussion and the best sources for procuring information on the questions given SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO F .LIR'l'.-'fhe arts and wiles of flirtation are fully explained by this little book. Besides the various methods of bar.dkerchief, fan, glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation it contains a _full list of the language and sentiment of flowe rs, is m teresting to everybody, both o ld and young. You cannot be happy without one. No. 4. HOW 'l'O DANCE is the title of a new and handsome little book just issued by Tousey. It contains full instruc tions i n the art of dancing, etiquette in the ball-room and at parties, how to and full directions for calling off in all poJJula r square dances. No 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A compkte guide to l.ive, and maniage, giving sensible advice, rules and etiquette to be observed, with many curious and interesting things not gen erally known. No. 17. HOW .ro DRESS.-Containing full iostruction in the art dressing and well at home and abroad, g i ving the selections of colors, matenal and how to haYc tllem made up. No 18. HO\V TO BECOME of the brightest and most valu able little books ever -given to the world. ]lverybody wishes to know bow to1"become beautiful, both male and female 'fhe secret is simple, and, almost costless. Read this book and be convinced how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-Handsomely illustrated and containing full instructions for t!1e management and training of the canary, mockingbird, bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, parrot, etc. No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS AND RABBITS.-A useful and instructive book. Handsomely illus trated. By Ira Drofraw. No. 40 HOW TO l\IAKE AND SEJT TRAPS.-Including hints on how to cakh mol es weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. Harrington Keene. No 50 HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-A valuable book, giving instruct ions in collecting preparing, mountini and preserving birds animal s and iqsects. No. 54. HOW 'l'O KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giviug com plete infot'!nation as to the manner and method of r aising, k eepi ng, taming, breeding, and managing all kinds of pets; also giving full instructions for making cages, etc Fully explained by twenty-eight illustrations, making it the most complete book of the kind ever published. MISCELLANEOUS. No. 8. HOW TO BECOl\Il!J A SCIENTIST.-A useful and in structive book, giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also experiments in acousti cs, mec hanics, mathematics, chemistry, and di-E NTE RT A IN ME NT. rectious fo1 making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. Thia No. 9. HOW TO BECOi\IE A VENTRILOQUIST.-By Harry book cannot be equaled. K ennedy. The secret given away. Every inte lligent boy reading No. 14. HOW TO l\IAKE CANDY.-A complete hand-book for this book of instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multimaking kinds of candl, ice-creallli.. etcu etc. tudes eve ry night with his wonde.rful imitations), can maste r the No. 84. HOW .ro Bl!lCOME At'f AUT.t1.0R.-Containing full art, and create any amount of fun for himself and friends It is the information regarding choice of subjects the use of words and the greatest book published. and there's millions (of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also cont<.llning No. 20 HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valu able informa t ion as to the neatness, legibility and general com v e ry valuable little book just published. A comp l ete compendium position of manuscr ipt, essential to a successfu l author. By Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic recit ations etc., suitable Hiland. for parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A won money than an:v book published. derful book, containing useful and practical information in the No. 35. HOW TO PLAY GAMES.-A complete and us efu l little treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments commo n to every book, containing the rules. and ri:?gulatlons of billiards, bagatelle, Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general combackgammon croquet. dommo es, etc. plamte. No. 36. HOW TO SOLVE CONUNDRUMS.-Containing all 55. HOW TO COI,LECT STAMPS AND COINS.-Conthe l eading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches tainiug valuable inform ation re ga rdin g the collecting and arranging and wittv sayings. of stamps and coins. Handsome ly illustrated. No. 52. HOW TO PLAY CARDS.-A complete and handy llttle No. 58. HOW BE A DE'l'ECTIVE.-By Old Ki1.1g Brady, book, g:iving the rul es and f'<. for playing Euchre, Cribthe world -know n detective. In which h e l ays down some valuabl6 bage Casino, Fortv-Five, ce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker and sensible rules for beginners, and also r elates some adventures Au ct ion Pitch. All Fours, ancl mii.ny other popular games of cards'. and experiences of well-known detectives. No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containing over three bunNo. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER.-Contain dred interesting -Puzzl e s arld conundrums, with key to same. A ing useful information regarding the Camera and h ow to work it: complete book. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. also how to make Photog raphic Magic Lantern Slides and other Transparenc ies. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W. De W. Abney ETIQUETTE. No. 13 HOW TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It is a great life secret, and one that every young man desires to know all about There's happiness in it. No. 33. HOW 'I'O BERAVE.-Containing the rul es and etiquette of good society and the easiest and most approved methods of ap pearing to good advantage at parties balls, the theatre, church, and in the drawing-room. 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WILD WEST WEEKLY A magazine Containing Sto11ies, ete., of teste11n hif e. El""Y" .A.:N" <>:C.....:O SCO"UT. 32 PAGES. PBICE 5 CENTS. 32 PAGES. EACH NUMBER IN A HANDSOME COLORED COVER. All of these exciting stories are founded on facts Young Wild West is a hero with whom the author was acquainted. His daring deeds and thrilling adventures have never been surpassed. They form the base of the most dashing stories ever published. Read the following numbers of this most interesting magazine and be convinced: LATEST ISSUES : 113 Young Wild West and the Cowboy King; or, Taming a Texas Terror. 114 Young Wild West' s Pocket of Gold; or, Arletta's Great Discovery 115 Young Wild West and "Shawnee liam"; or, The HalfBreed'a 116 Young Wild West's Covered Trail; or, Arletta and the Avalanche. 117 Young Wild West and the Diamond Dagger; or, The Mexican Girl 'ir Revenge. 118 Young Wild West at Sliver Shine; or, A Town Run by "Tender feet. 119 Young Wild West Surrounded by-Sioux ; or, Arletta and the Aeronaut. 120 Young Wild West and the "Puzzle of the Camp"; or, The Girl Wh o O w ned the Gulch. 121 Young Wild West and the Mustangers; or, The Boss of the Bron cho Busters. 122 Young Wild West after the' Apaches; or, Arletta'& Arizona Adven tu r e 123 Young Wild West Rou ting the Robbers; or, Saving Two Million Dollars. 124 Young Wild West at Rattlesnake Run; or, Arletta's Deal with Death. 125 Young Wild West' s Winning Streak; or, A Straight Trail to Tombstone. 126 Young Wild West' s L ightning Lariat; or, Arletta and the Road Agents. 127 Young Wild West's Red-Hot Ride; or, Pursued by Comanches. 128 Young Wild West and the Blazed Trail; or, Arietta as a Scout. 129 Young Wild West's Four of a Kind; or, A Curious Combination. 130 Young Wild West Cau ght by the Crooks; or, Arletta on Hand. 131 Young Wild West and the Ten Terrors; or, The Doom of Duhlns Dan. 132 Youn g Wild West's Barrel of "Dust" ; or, Arletta' s Chance Shot. 133 Youn g Wild West' s Triple Claim ; or, Simple Sam, the "Bundov :ner. 134 Youn g Wild W est' s Curious Compact; or, Arletta as an Avenger 135 Youn g Wild West' s Wampum Belt: or, Under the Ban of the Ute1 136 Youn g Wild W est and the Rio Grande Rustlers; or, The Branding at B u ckhorn Ranch. 137 Youn g Wild West and the Line League; or, Arletta Among the Sm u gglers. 138 Youn g Wild West' s Silver Spurs; or, Fun at Fairplay Fair. 189 Youn g Wild West Among the Blackfeet; or, Arletta as a Sorceress 140 Young Wild West on the Yellowstone ; or, Tbe Secret of the Hid d e n Cav e 141 Youn g Wild West's Deadly Alm; or, Arletta's Greatest Danger. 142 Youn g Wild West at the "lumping Oft'." Place; or, The Worst Camp In the West. 143 Youn g Wild West and the "Mixe d-Up" Mine; or, Arletta a Winner. 144 Young Wild W est's H undred Mlle Race ; or, Beating a Big Bunch. 145 Youn g Wild West Daring the Danltes; or, The Search for a Missing Girl. 146 Young Wild West's Lively Time; or, The Dandy Duck of the Diggings. 147 Young Wild West at Hold-Up Canyon; orl_Arietta's Great Victory. 148 Young Wild West's Square Deal; or, .Making the "Bad" Men Good. 149 Young Wild West Cowing the Cowboys; or, Arletta and the Prairie Fire. 150 Young Wild West and Navajo Ned; or, The Hunt tor the Half Breed Hermit. 151 Young Wild West' s Virgin Vein; or, Arletta and the Cave In. 152 Young Wild West's Cowboy Champions; or, The Trip to Kansas City. 153 Young Wild West's Even Chance; ort Arletta's Presence of Mind 154 Young Wild West and the Flattenea Bullet; or,, The Man Who Would not Drop. 1 < 155 Young Wild Weirt s Gold Game ; or, Arletta' Full Hand. 156 Young Wild West's Cowboy Scrimmage; or, Cooking a Crowd of Crooks. 157 Young Wild West and the Arizona Athlete; or, The Duel that Lasted a Week 158 Young Wild West and the Kansas Cowboys; or, Arletta'& Clean Score. 159 Young Wild West Doubllng His Luck ; or, The Mine that Made a Million 160 Young Wild West and the Loop of Death; or, Arletta' & Gold Cache. 161 Young Wild West at Bolling Butte; or, Hop Wah and the Hlgh b l ndera. 162 Young Wild West Paying the Pawnees; or, Arletta Held tor Ransom. 163 Young Wild West's Shooting Match; or, The "Show-Down" at Shasta. 164 Young Wild West at Death Divide; or, Arletta'& Great Fight. 165 Young Wild West and the Scarlet Seven; or, Arletta's Daring Leap. 166 Young Wild West's Mirror Shot; or, Rattllng the Renegades 167 Young Wild West and the Greaser Gang or, Arletta as a Spy. 168 Young Wild West losing a Million; or, How Arletta Helped Him Out. 169 Young Wild West and the Railroad Robbers: or, Lively Work In Utah. 170 Young Wild West Corrallng the Cow-Punchers; or, Arletta's Swim for Life. 171 Young Wild West "Facing the Mualc"; or, The Mistake the Lynch ers Made 172 Young Wild West and "Montana Mose"; or, Arletta's Messenger of Death. 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Fame and Fortune Weekly! "STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored Covers A New One Issued Friday This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives of our most successful self-made men, and show how a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can become famous and wealthy. Every one of this series contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune weekly" a magazine for the home, although each number is replete with exciting adventures. The stories are the very best obtainable, the illustrations are by expert artists, and every effort is constantly being made to make it the best weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal; or, The Cutest Boy in Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck; or, The Boy Who Succeeded. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick 4 A Game of Chance; or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroadf or, The Young Contractors of Lake-view. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green River. / 10 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys WhoWorked a Deserted Mine. 11 A Lucy Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. 12 A Diamond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boys Start In Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy in Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Could Not be Downed. 15 A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest 16 A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Youngest Trader in WalJ Street. 8 The Wheel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made 18 Pure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand. Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers of Wall Street. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by PBANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Squa.re, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot procure them from n ewsdealers, they can be obtained from thi$ office direct. Cut out and fill in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want a n d we will send them to you by re-turn mail. POS'l'AGE STAMPS TAKBN '1'11E SAlUE AS MO.NEY. FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. .......................... 190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cents for which please send me: .... copies of YvORK AND 'VIN Nos ................................................................. '' '' 'VILD 'VEST WEEKLY, Nos ........................................................... " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, Nos .................................................... " PLUCK AND LUCK Nos ............................................................. " SECRET SERVICE, Nos ............................................................... " FRANK MANLEY'S WEEKLY, Nos ................................................... " FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos ................ ................................. " YOUNG ATHLETE'S WEEKLY, Nos .............................................. " Ten-Cent Hand Books, Nos ..................................................... Name .................... ...... Street and No ..................... Town .......... State ....... ....


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