For freedom's cause, or, On to Saratoga

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BOYS OF LIBERTY LIBRARY. 12mo. Cloth, handsomely bound. Price, each, poapaid, 50 centa. PAUL REVERE and the Boys or Liberty By John De Morgan. THE FIRST SHOT FOR LIBERTY or The Minute Men of Maaaachu.ettl, By John De Morgan FOOL I NG THE ENEMY. A Story or the Siege of Boston. By John De Morgan. INTO THE JAWS OF DEATH or The Boy of Liberty at the Battle of Long laland. By )obn De Morgan. THE HERO OF TICONDEROGA or Ethan Allen and His Green Mountain Boya. By John De Morgan. ON TO QUEBEC or With Montgomery In Canada, By John De Morgan. FIGHTING HAL or From Fort Neceaaity to Quebec. By John De Morgan. MARION AND HIS MEN or The Swamp Fox of Carolina. By Jobn De Morgan. THE YOUNG AMBASSADOR or Wuhlnctona First Triumph. By Jobn De Morgan. THE YOUNG GUARDSMAN or With Waahlncton in the Ohio Valley, By John De Morgan. THE CRUISE OF THE LIVELY BEE or A Boy'a Adventure In the Wu or 1812. By John De Morgan. THE TORY PLOT or Saving Washington's Life. By T. C. Harbaugh. IN BUFF ANO BLUE or Serving under Old Put. By T. C. Harbaugh. WASHINGTON'S YOUNG SPY or Outwitting General Howe. By T. C. Harbaugh. UNDER GREENE'S BANNER or The Boy Heroes of 1781. By T. C. Harbaugh. FOR FREEDOM'S CAUSE or On to Saratoca. By T. C. Harbaugh. CAPTAIN OF THE MINUTE MEN or The Concord Boya of 177s. By Harrie Irving Hancock. THE TRADER'S CAPTIVE or The Younc Guardsman and The French Spica. By Lieut. Lounsberry. THE QUAKER SPY, A Tale of the Revolutionary War. By Lieut. Lounsberry. FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM or The Birth of the Stars and Stripes. By Lieut Lounsberry BY ORDER OF THE COLONEL or The Captain of the Young Guard .. men. By lieut. Lounsberry. A CALL TO DUTY or The Young Guardsman. By Lieut. Lounsberry. IN GLORY'S VAN or The Young Guardam:in at Louiabourg. By Lieut. Lounsberry. THE YOUNG PATRIOT or The Young Guardsmen at Fort William Henry. By Lieut. Lounsberry. "OLD PUT" THE PATRIOT or Flghtlnc for Home and Country. By Frederick A. Ober. THE LEAGUE OF FIVE or Washlncton'a Boy Scouts. By Commander Post. THE KING'S MESSENGER or The Fall of Ticonderoga. By Capt. Frank Ralph. DASHING PAUL JONES, The Hero of the Colonial Navy. By Frank Sheridan. FROM MIDSHIPMAN TO COMMODORE or The Glories of Our Infant Navy. By Frank Sheridan. THE CRUISE OF THE ESSEX or Maldnc the Stare and Stripes Respected. By Frank Sheridan.

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"Jusl as you please. C.aptain," answered Fmnk Lowry JI your friends will kincUy step a.side, we will SClllc the maucr wilb our b4Ldes.'' (See page 28.)

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FOR FREEDOM S CAUSE OR ON TO SARA TOGA BV T. C. HARBA U G H AUTHOR OF "Un der Greene's Banner," In Buff and B lue "The Tory Plot," "Washington's Young Spy," etc. PHILADELPHIA DAV I D McKAY, PUBLISHER 610 SOUTH WASHINGTON SQUARit

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CoPVRIGBT 1910 DY DAVID lICKAY.

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FOR FREEDOM'S CAUSE. CHAPTER I. MASTER POPP AND HIS APPLES. OF course you have heard the news, Mistress Shay?" "I can't say that I have, Master Popp," answered the young girl to whom the question was addressed, in a l i ttle house on one of the back streets of o l d Albany, one day in the eventful fall of r777, when everything was dark for the brave m e n who were st r uggling for l iberty against th e aggressions of King George. 'There are many rumors afloat just now, and if you r efer to General Burgoyne-' I refer to no one else,'' was the interruption, and the speaker paused in his singular amusement long enough to look Dorothy i n the face "I have jus t hear d the redcoats are still advancing and that befo re l ong we shall ha v e the pleasure of seeing t h em in Albany I / The ple a sure ? excla i med the l istene r a s her 5

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6 Master Popp and his Apples. cheeks redd ened I for one shall not call that sight a pleasure. But what have you been doing? Peter Popp, the harness-maker, was seated at a long work-bench at one end of which stood six large red apples side by side. They looked very tempting and his visitor had spied them the moment she entered the shop. Peter held another apple in his hand and seemed to be ready to cast it at the six when his caller came. I'm playing a little war," he answered with a smile. "For instance, the apple yonder, Mistress Shay, represent the Americans and the pippin I hold in my hand is General Burgoyne." "What a queer idea!" cried the young miss. "I never saw anything quite as funny. It must be a game of your own inv ention ." "It is. You see I take the apple thus and send it straight at the rebels." The next moment the pippin bowled along the smooth work-bench and striking the row of apples in the center, scattered them on either hand. "What a fine shot exclaimed Mistress Shay, clap ping her hands. "You are an excellent shot, Master Popp." Peter left his work-stool and replaced the apples in their original position. "That is the way General Burgoyne is going to scatter the rebels," he said. You see, Mistress Dorothy, he has ten thousand men behind him, all

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Master Popp and his Apples. 7 men of battle, so it is foolish for anyone to think that the Americans can successfully oppose such a host." "Yes," said the young girl, "I have heard that General Burgoyne told the king that if he were given ten thousand men he would promise to march from one end of this country to the other "Which is just what he is doing now. I call it Burgoyne's promenade ." "Have a care, Master Popp your valiant gene ral may dance to other music before he is half-way down to New York." Peter, who was about to launch the apple a second time at the enemy," paused with his hand raised above the bench and stared at the girl. "\ hy, you must be a little rebel yourself I" he ex claimed. "You may surely call me such,' was the reply. "Do not think for a moment that I would espouse the cause of a king who hires a lot of red savages to scourge our frontiers! Not only this, but this king who calls himself a Christian has bought hundreds of He sians and turned them loose in North America." Bless you, my girl, the e Hessians were for sale," ejaculated Peter. Therefore, what should the king have done but pay the price and make them his soldi ers? "I shall n ot argue the matter," was the reply. "I dropped in on quite ano ther errand. I brought you

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8 Mastet Popp and his Apples the broken halter belonging to my pony the other day. You have repaired it by this time? It is repaired," and Master Popp reached up and took a little leathern halter from a nail overhead. "What's the pay?" asked Dorothy, as she dived one hand into the bead reticule which she carried. "One shilling, miss." The money was deposited on the work-bench and the girl prepared to take her departure. "Just a moment, Mistress Dorothy," said Peter. Dorothy paused at the door and then came back. If I were you I wouldn't give utterance to any rebel sentiments just now," said the harness-maker, in low and confidential tones. These are dangerous times and one's tongue is liable to get one into trouble. When General Burgoyne comes to Albany he will naturally ask after rebels and some one may remember that you have said things complimentary to Washing ton and his army." The face of the young girl went white and then reddened. Master Popp, you need not fear for me," she said deHberately. "I have said nothing that I will retract." "But you have just said in my hearing that Gen eral Burgoyne may dance to rebel music before he reaches New ork." "Which I firmly believe." "Just think how that would sound in the Genera l 's ears."

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Master Popp and his Apples 9 Not very pleasant, I will admit," exclaimed Mistress Shay, with an imperious toss of the head. Does General Burgoyne think that General Gates is going to let him have his way just because he promised King George to march from one end of this country to the other with his ten thousand redcoats? What do you think the rebels, as you call them, will be doing all this time? "Running away from the British," laughed Master Popp, till Miss Dorothy's ears tingled. "Don't you think that for a moment. We will wait and see who wins this game of war along the Hudson. Don t forget what I've told you. Keep a still tongue in your head, Mis tress Shay, and you won't be visited by the dragoon s ." ith a little curtsey the fair American girl slipped from the shop and went out upon the street. Peter Popp took up the apple and again launched it at his target. This time his projectile went amiss, for it barely touched one of the end apples, and, dropping to the floor, rolled toward one corner of the shop. "That was a poor shot for the general," he laughed to himself. "It was almost a miss. I wonder if what the girl said unsteadied my hand? I'll try it once more." He recovered the apple and resumed his seat, but before he could repeat the shot the door opened and he turned half-way round.

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10 Master Popp and his Apples The p rson who had entered was a man of his own age, which was fifty-five. He was a tall, lanky in dividual who wore hi hair in a queue, after the pre vailing fashion of the period. His waistcoat was a brilliant yellow, his trousers a darki h green, while his lavender hose terminated in the depths of shoes with silver buckles. Peter at once became all attention, for his visitor was no less a person than fordecai Tripp, the greatest Tory in Albany. "Good-day," said the Tory, doffing his hat as he came forward. I am indeed fortunate in finding you at home." Where I am ever found," observed Peter, re turning the salute. I am at your service, friend Tripp." Master Tripp drew his chair close to the workbench and became seriousne in a moment. There are no listeners, Peter? said he. Tone at all. We are quite alone." "Good! I have some important news from the army." From our army of course? "From General Burgoyne's force. One of his cap tains is now in Albany." Peter Popp drew back with an exclamation of surprise. He threw a hasty glance toward the door be fore he spoke again. He treads dangerous ground, Master Tripp," he

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Master Popp and his Apples. 11 said Should the rebels discover him he might never rejoin the army But who is going to betray him?" cried the Tory. "Surely not Mordecai Tripp nor Pete r Popp "They are too loyal for that." General Burgoyne's captain is a young man who has seen much service and he has entered Albany in search of information which only the kings friends here can give." Where is he at this time? "In my hou e friend Peter." "That's risky, Mordecai." "I know, but he came straight to me, for General Burgoyne knows my sentiments, and Captain Sinclair obeyed his commander." Albany is full of rebels," observed the harness maker. But this day I saw on the street a young Continental captain who is but a mere youth. He visited here last summer, but now he is Captain Lowry, who is at the head of a company known as the Boys of Liberty." "I have heard of this young band," answered the Tory. "They have been a thorn in the king's side for some time. I don't see why our people can't break up this nefarious organization and treat its audacious members to the halter." "It's not too late to do that yet," said Peter Cap tain Lowr y has friends in Albany and be comes here every now and then."

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12 Master Popp and his Apples "Why not set a trap for him?" cried Mordecai Tripp. "You may count on me, Peter.' "I don't think that would be advisable just yet. You see, Master Tripp, I am compelled to keep under cover, for many of my customers are 'patriots,' as they call themselves. Indeed, I have just dismissed one." What! a rebel, you mean?" Yes, and a pretty one at that.' "I see. But don t give your sentiments away to these pretty rebels," admonished the Tory. I have run across them myself. I half believe, between you and I, Peter, that Captain Sinclair came to Albany partly to see a girl friend.' But Burgoyne sent him, you say?" "Yes." "And he is hiding in your house? Well, this is news indeed." I want you to meet the captain," pursued Mor decai Tripp. I have sought you out to invite you to a little conference at my house to-night at ten o'clock. There will be two or three staunch friends of the king present--" "Don't betray the captain's presence to too many," interrupted Master Popp. "I have made the selection with the greatest care," was the reply. "Jn the first place, we can't be too careful. You will come, Peter?" "I wilt be one of the conferees," said Peter,

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Master Popp and his Apples. 13 solemnly. But if this young Captain Lowry finds it out--" "Who wiU tell him?" broke in the Tory. "It is impossible for him to discover the meeting. I have exercised the greatest secrecy and no one will get into my house to-night without the signal-three slow raps on the front door." I'll not forget, Master Tripp. Now that General Burgoyne has entered the colony from the north we must aid him all we can to the utter di comfiture of the rebels under Gates. Good luck to Captain Sinclair while in Albany. You may count on me to-night Mordecai." "Certainly, certainly," was the answer, as Mor decai paused to take a pinch of snuff. "We are for the king, friend Peter, and one of these days our loyalty wiU receive its reward. If it wasn't for the thought that I might be overheard I would give a cheer for His Majesty King George and another for General Burgoyne." Master Popp's face paled at the idea. "I have never seen this young rebel you speak of," continued the Tory. "What sort of person is he?" "He is a good-looking youth, with dark hair and keen grayish eyes, stoutly built but agile as a cricketin short, just the person to give the king's people ome trouble. He is at the head of the Boys of Liberty and he has for his lieutenant one Benjamin Pierce, a youth cut over the same pattern."

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14 Master Popp and his Apples. What a shame it is that we must be annoyed by young rats like these." It's a burning shame," said Peter, with rising em phasis. And to think that General Gates should countenance such young rapscallions in his army." "I shall keep a sharp lookout for Captain Lowry, as you call him, and if he crosses my path he may wish he had never taken service under the banner of the rebel Washington." With this Master Tripp advanced toward the door, but suddenly caught sight of the six apples on the work-bench. He had not noticed them before. "They're the rebel army," observed Peter, inter cepting Mordecai s look. I've been taking a shy at them for amusement." Which one is the rebel, Gates? "The first one on the right." "Thanks, Peter. I shall take a bite at the rebel general," and Mordecai walked down the work-bench, picked up the designated apple and sank his teeth into its juicy sphere. "Here," cried the harness-maker, picking up the re maining apples. Take the whole lot. Here are Generals Arnold, Morgan, Poor, Larned and Schuy ler." And Peter thrust the apples into his friend's capacious pockets with a laugh. I'll keep General Burgoyne for home consump tion," he cried, holding up the remaining apple. I hope our little conference won't be disturbed to-night."

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Master Popp and his Apples. IS "I'll see that it is not," was the reply. "The rebels in Albany will sooner or later discover that the king's friends are just as shrewd as themselves." The next moment the door of the harness shop closed and Peter Popp was alone. Captain Sinclair in town? he said to himself. "This is a risky bit of bu iness, but the captain evi dently realizes that. I can't get over Mistress hay's bold avowment. I have suspected that she was tinctured with reb ell ion, but I never thought she would come out openly for treason. She'll bear watching, girl though she is. Since I come to think of it, it was near her home that I saw Captain Lowry, of the Boys of Liberty. Can it be that they are playing a game together against the king here in Albany? Outside the little shop the shades of night were beginning to fall and Peter proceeded to lock up. It was a little earlier than u ual, but he had something important in view. As he stepped across the stoop and out into the gathering shadows he caught sight of a figure that seemed to glide away from beneath his very feet. Peter gave utterance to a little cry and gave chase. Up one street and down another he pursued the fleeing one. but his quarry seemed to be the most agile and at last Master Popp saw it vault over a garden fence and disappear. To keep up the chase was now sheer folly, so he turned back.

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16 Master Popp and his Apples. Five minutes later he was seated at his own frugal table where his wife poured the black coffee while she gave out some of the latest gossip of the town. What is your red friend Segata doing in Albany?" asked Mistress Popp. P e t e r uttered a cry and the cup which he was rais ing to his lips nearly dropped from his hand. "What?" cried he. "That Indian back here? He's no friend of mine. The Senecas have allied them selve with the rebels." But he said he was your friend,'' persisted Peter's wife. He was here but a moment ago---" Master Popp interrupted his helpmeet by setting the cup down and staring blankly at her. "There's dark work afoot,'' he cried. "With Captain Lowry, the young rebel, and the Seneca in Albany something's brewing against the king. Mor decai must be warned,'' and with this he sprang to his feet and darted from the house.

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CHAPTER II. CAPTAIN LOWRY MAKES A CAPTURE. THE Boys of Liberty, commanded by Captain Frank Lowry whom the reader ha met before, were a part of the American army now led by General Gates, who had superseded Schuyler. The little band of young patriot had met the enemy on more than one field and by their bravery had come under the observation of Washington himself. Captain Lowry, in reaching the vicinity of Albany, found himself in a region of which he knew something. He had visited it on previous occasions and had en rolled many of its inhabitants among his friends. Therefore he was not a stranger on the ground where was de tined to be fought one of the most im portant battles of the Revolution, one which was to cheer the hearts of the patriots and add new glory to the flag which had lately been adopted. General Burgoyne had swept from Canada at the head of a great army. It was to some extent a motley gathering, since within its ranks were Hessians and Indians, but the whole seemed able to crush the Americans and bring the war to a close on the northern border. 17

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18 Captain Lowry Makes a Capture. It was true, as Peter Popp assured Master Tripp, that Captain Lowry was in Albany Even while he entertained the old Tory in his little harness shop, Frank Lowry was seated in a room in another part of the town. The young captain of the Boys of Liberty was not alone. He had for a com panion a youth of his own age, one Roger Lewis, whose father was one of the prominent merchants of the place. Roger did not share the belief of his father regard ing the war, for, while the merchant sided with the king, the son, imbued with the true spirit of liber ty, was outspoken in his sympathies for the America n cause. I cannot say that your presence in Albany is known to the Tories, Frank," Roger was saying, "but I have my suspicions. You know this is a Tory nest, despite the fact that this part of the colony ha suf fered much at the hands of the Indfans in the pay of King George. As I came down street an hour ago, I caught Jonas Tarpet in close conver sation with Eli Matthews. They're both for the king. Eli was saying that now was the time to raid the rebel nest on Colony Street and bag the young army bird." Eli said that, did he?" asked Frank, with a little start. "Yes; I have made use of his exact languag-e. This is Colony Street, and you are doubtless 'the army bird.'"

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Captain Lowry Makes a Capture. 19 "If that is the case I will have to be on my guard," Frank Lowry replied; but I don't like to quit Albany till I have completed my mission." "Not even if your life is in danger if you remain?" "Not even then," was the reply. "I understand that one of the Senecas will come soon--" Roger shook his head and thus broke the young captain's sentence. I know you don't rely much on the loyalty of these Indians," said Frank. Truth to tell I do not. The redskin are in the pay of King George and they have committed some atrocious outrages along the border. You remember how they killed poor Jane McCrea, whose name will live forever in history, and not one of the miscrean'5 was punished for this dark deed." "Their punishment may come later on," replied Captain Lowry. If the Boys of Liberty come across the savage horde they will take vengeance for some of their wicked work." "I trust they will," Roger Lewi said with em phasis. I also hope you will be permitted to leave Albany peaceably." Of course I don't seek any trouble, but if it should come I trust I shall not be found wanting." At this moment a footstep sounded on the porch beyond the door and Roger sprang across the room. At the ame time Captain Frank rose from bis chair and looked toward his friend.

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20 Captain Lowry Makes a Capture. Roger placed one ear close to the panel and re mained silent for a little while. "It is as I feared," he said in a low whisper as he came back to the young patriot. It wasn't a friend out there." "A spy, think you, Roger?" I fear so." Then let me investigate," and Captain Lowry laid his hand on the door-knob while Roger, with a gesture of fear, pushed him back. He is gone," said he. "So much the worse," replied Frank Lowry. But by this time he is out of sight." "Just a moment of search, Roger," pleaded Frank. I want to see what our spy looks like." With this he opened the door and slipped out upon the long porch. Night had fallen and the streets of the town were dark. Here and there, however, gleamed lights in the several houses that lined the street, but these were not sufficient to show Frank Lowry the figure which had just quitted the porch. Nothing daunted, the young captain stepped from the porch and moved down the street. A moment later he halted and found himself gazing at a figure which was revealed by a beam of light which made its way through a pair of blinds near by. This figure was as motionless as a statue and as

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Captain Lowry Makes a Capture. 21 Frank advanced on tiptoe he discovered that it was the figure of a man. Suddenly the suspected one turned on his heel and came towards Captain Frank. The youth flitted toward a shade tree which leaned over the pavement, but he was not quick enough for the lynx eyes of the man. Ho, there I cried the stranger, as he darted for ward. I don't want spies at my heels. Come out of the shadow, young sir, or I'll leave you dead for the night patrol." Prepared at all times for emergencies while in the service, young Lowry drew his sword and put himself on guard. The man saw this and executed a sudden halt. What I he exclaimed, "dare you show me a naked blade? By the crown of King George, I'll make it warm for you, young sir. Come out, I say." Frank stepped forward with a boldne ss that startled the other and put himself once more on the defensive. He now notic ed that the person whom he faced was a man who towered aibove him and who wore a slouch hat which conceal ed a part of his face. "\Veil, well, here's a go! suddenly laughed the man. As I live, I gaze upon Captain Lowry of the Boys of Liberty." Concealment was no longer useful and Frank, grip ping his sword with added firmness, leaned forward for a better look at his confronter.

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. 22. Captain Lowry Makes a Capture. "Want to see me, eh?" cried the man, as a sudden upward motion of one hand tilted up his cap. Take a good look, Captain Lowry." Frank uttered a little cry and instantly dropped the point of his weapon Zebedee Hoskins! he exclaimed. Yes, Zeb Hoskins, and to think that you have taken me for one o' the king's men." I had to be careful," observed Frank. These are dangerous times, and this is the theater of war." "Right you are," was the prompt repl y "Burgoyne is almost here and Sir John John son and his Royal Greens are side by side with the Indians But that's not what I want to say." "No?" I wasn't quite sure that you were in the house back yonder pursued Master Hoskins, who was one of General Morgan's scouts and spies. "I heard a voice I had never heard before--" "It must have been Roger talking," put in Frank. And not knowing the voice is why I left the porch, for I didn't want to make trouble." "You can talk to me now" said Captain Lowry. Or shall we go back to the hou e? "I'll have my say where I am, for it may be safer here," said Hoskins. There's mischief afoot in Albany to-night. One of General Burgoyne's officers is in town and at this precious minute he is quartered

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Captain Lowry Makes a Capture. 23 with Master Tripp, the biggest Tory in the royal nest." You don't tell me, Zebedee," cried Captain Frank. It's true. Captain Sinclair is now under Mor decai Tripp s roof and no doubt is having a good time." What is his mission? asked Frank. "That I cannot say. He is here by command of his general, and it means much, no doubt." "Ah! exclaimed young Lowry, I wish I had my boys here. We would interrttpt the fine time the king's young is havinu, and ma}'1be get some valuable information for enera l Gates." Let's investigate," said Hoskins. The house isn't far off and we ve been in the army Jong enough to know how to play a little game after dark." Agreed," said Frank. After telling Roger that he would soon return, Captain Lowry rejoined Morgan's scout and the two took down a street which would lead them to the home of Mordecai Tripp. The rich Tory lived in one of the finest mansions in old Albany, a large hou e surroun ed by spacious gardens, and more than one person not so w II situated envied him his wealth and independence. Maste r Tripp, who was a widower, kept several servants, one of whom wa a dwarf whose odd features had created more than one smile. Capt ain Lowry and his companion reached the

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24 Captain Lowry Makes a Capture. Tory's house, and for a few moments concealed them selves among the shadows that lay 'Clark and thick be fore it. The blinds of the house were closely drawn and not a ray of light came from beyond the doors. As the two watched the place a figure came down the street and mounted the porch. Both beard three peculiar raps given, the door was opened and the person glided inside. In another minute a second figure appeared for a moment and the same ceremony was repeated. That looks like some business," whispered Hos kins at Frank Lowry's ear. "It's a secret meeting of some kind," was the reply. "Of course, being in Mordecai Tripp's house, it bodes no good for the cause of liberty. "Certainly not. Now let's wait a little longer." Five-ten minutes passed and no one else came to t he Tory's door. "I guess the birds are all in," said Captain Frank. "Don't you think so, Master Hoskins?" "It looks like it. Now--" At that moment a figure was seen to spring upon the porch. Both of the watchers looked in amaze ment at each other. They had not heard the sound of footsteps, but here was some one on the porch. "Wait till he raps," said Hoskins. They waited with growing impatience, but no sound greeted them.

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Captain Lowry Makes a Capture. 2 5 "It's very strange," said Frank in cautious whis pers. If he belongs to the Tory league why doesn't be give the signal ? I'm going to investigate," answered Hoskins. You remain where you are, Captain Frank, till I c ome back." The captain of the Liberty Boys saw his friend glide t oward the house and then all was silence Suddenly a little noise like that made by a struggle saluted Captain Lowry's ears, and then he heard the voice of IIo kins. Here he is,'' said the voice. Look, Frank. Can you r ecognize the bird I've caught?" Frank saw that Zebedee was holding some one cap tive, and after one penetrating look he uttered a little cry. "Why, it's the Seneca!" he exclaimed. "To be sure it is," was the reply. "It is our old fri end Segata, and no mistake." The Indian, who made no effort to escape, looked into Frank's face with a little smile. I haven't asked him what he was d oing on Master Tri pp's porch," continued Hoskins "But I'll bet my rifle that he wasn't there in the interests of King G eorge." You wouldn't lose your rifle ," smiled back ta in Lowry. "No," he l ooked again at the young Ind ian who e sleeve he touched. "Tell us what means all this, brother."

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16 Captain Lowry Makes a Capture Segata, the Seneca, drew back and shook loose Hoskins' hand before he replied. King's soldier in th ere,'' he said, pointing toward the house. Him come from the big general in the red coat." Yes, from Burgoyne," said Frank with a nod. "Him in there now with white friends "It's a secret meeting and not for our good," put in Hoskins. I tell you General Gates and the rest of u are having a poor show in that Tory nest just now." The Seneca held up his hand with his fingers spread apart. Five of them in all, eh? said Frank Lowry. Segata nodded But what were you going to do? That's what I want to know." Se gata look first and see what they do," was the reply in good English. "Then mPbbe he take the young soldier's scalp back with him. "Just liste n to the young fellow I" exclaimed Hos kins. "He was after Sinclair's scalp I'd soone r take him prisoner." "That's much better," said Frank. "Why not try it?,, Ten minutes later three figures stepp e d upon the lon g porch which ran the whole length of Mordec ai Tripp' s man ion. It's a ri sky bit of business," whispered Hoskins,

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Captain Lowry Makes a Capture 2 7 with a grim smile. If we can get hold of the British captain we 11 get him out of town. The Indian must keep his temper down. We re not a scalping party just now. As he finished Hoskins advanced to the heavy door and rapped three times in uccession, allowing a littl interval to ensue between the sounds. In a moment footsteps came down the wide hall be yon d the door and a key turned in the lock. In another instant the door was opened several inches when Hoskins bolt e d forward with Captain Frank and the young Seneca at his heels. The man who had opened the door was pushed to one side and fell gaspingly against the wall. The noi e of the entrance p enet rated the large room to the left of the hall and three persons came out. "Hands up, gentlemen," said Frank Lowry, in stem tones. We want no bloodshed. You will obey us, gentlemen." It is the rebels sang out the unmi takable voice of Mordecai Tripp who held a candle in one hand while just back of him was seen the pale yet military looking face of a young man. And there's the red kin-the Seneca! cried Peter Popp, the harness-maker. "We've been 1'Jetrayed by some one-the girl, doubtless." "No young lady has betrayed you," replied Captain Lowry. "We want but one of your number, gentle-

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28 Captain Lowry Makes a Capture. men, and Captain Sinclair can guess the identity of that person." I'll not surrender to a young rebel," cried out Captain Sinclair, as he pushed Master Tripp aside and stepped forward with drawn sword. "Just as you please, Captain," answered Frank Lowry. "If your friends will kindly step aside we will settle the matter with our blades." "Not in my house!" exclaimed the Tory. "I will retaliate for this visit at some future time. Captain Sinclair, I advise you to surrender to the rebel boy." "Not with this sword!" cried the young British captain. I break it first," and suiting action to his words he snapped his blade and threw both pieces at Master Lowry's feet. "We'll meet a g ain and under other circumstances," he said, addres ing his captor. Captain Sinclair will not alwav be the prisoner of the king's rebellious sub ject Until then, Captain Lowry, I must call myself your captive."

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CHAPTER III. MISTRESS SIIAY FACES THE FOE. THE surprise and capture of Captain Sinclair by Frank Lowry and his friends was sure to create a stir in Albany. The captors knew that it would spread over town and do much to incense the Tory population, for these opponents of freedom were greatly elated over Burgoyne's march Headed by Mordecai Tripp, who had given of his means to equip a company of Tories, the king's men in Albany would take as a personal defeat the capture of Burgoyne's captain and would not stop to retaliate. We must get our prisoner out of town," said Captain Lowry to Hoskins. Unfortunately I have no horse and it is quite a distance to General Gates' camp." The Seneca laid his hand on Frank's arm. Would my white brother ride?" he asked "It would be better. If we had four horses--" Segata knows where the horses are." Trust that redskin for anything," obesrved Hos-29

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JO Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. k i n s with a smile. "If there's anything Segata doesn't know I'll be after looking for it." Where are the horses, chief? asked F r a n k. The Indian beckoned away and in a sho r t time the y reached the edge of the town, where he pointed to a large barn attached to one of the mos t commodious residences in the vicinity. "Why," exclaimed Hoskins, "that is Captain Howell's barn He's with Burgoyne at the head of a company of Royal Greens, and since all's fair in w ar, w e'll take his horses." "It is just what I thought you would do," said Captain Sinclair, with a proud curling of his l i p. You rebels do not stop at anything it seems." Captain Lowry smiled. "You must acknowledge, Captain," said he, that your people do not stand on ceremony when you can se ne your king. Captain Howell's horses shall be ient back when we have no further use for them, but just now we de ire to deliver you to Genera l Gates as soon as possible." What ill he do with me? "Treat you as a pri oner of war, of course, though you were caught within our lines." At thi s Captain Sinclair went a l ittle pale and averted his face. "I trust you have no dama g ing papers in your pas sion, Captain pursued Frank. "You l ook too soldierly to play the role of spy." ,,.

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Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. 31 "I am no spy flashed the British captain, who was of Captain Lowry's own age. "I belong to one of the first families of England Seems to me some of those first families have just been treat ed to some good American ideas," grinned the irrepressible Hoskins. General Stark has lately inculculated some of these at Bennington." Captain Sinclair sent a dark look in Hoskins's direction, but did not reply. While Captain Lowry remained with the prisoner, Ho kins and the wily Seneca approached the barn, the door of which they opened and in a moment ap peared leading four handsome horses. "You will ride with me, Captain,'' said Frank, turnin g to their captive. "We will make your hands fast on your back and you shall have a mount behind me.' Keeping back the words that bubbled to his lips, Burgoyne's messenger submitted to the tying process, and in a little while he was mounted on one of the borrowed horses behind his gallant foe. Just as they were putting off a figure came hastily from the street and Captain Frank gave a little ex clamation of surprise. "What is it, Miss Dorothy?" he cried. "You see we cannot tarry long in Albany." Mistress Shay came close and said in somewhat excited tones: You must make the most of time. The town hae

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32 Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. been aroused by Master Tripp and Peter Popp. The Tories are gathering for some purpose, and I have heard your name mentioned by them." "And no wonder," replied Frank with a little laugh. "\Ve have despoiled the Tory nest, as you see," and he made a gesture toward his prisoner Who have v e here? exclaimed the young girl, casting a look at Captain inclair. Oh, I see. Is this not Captain inclair who came in but lately?" The young prisoner bit his lip and flushed visibly I can a sure you it was not my fault, Mistress Shay," he said in bitter tones. I was surprised and overpowered. I never thought you would see me a captive in the hands of the audacious rebels." It's the fortune of war," returned Dorothy. A soldier cannot have things his own way all the time." More's the pity," napped Captain inclair, "but I promise you that the tables shall be turned one of these days. The kino-will have a wholesale hanging in his colonies before Ion..,.." "He'll need a lot of rope, to my humble thinking," said Hoskins with an illy supprec:c:ed titter. "I have no doubt Captain Sinclair would like to be head hangman." "That I would, sir," retorted Sinclair, from the young girl and fixing a look of scorn upon Hoskins. If you are oin to take me to the American camp, don't torture me by remaining here." Come, then," said Captain Frank, we're off."

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Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. 3 3 Saying good-bye to Mistress Shay, the young pa triot captain spoke to the horses, and as Dorothy stepped to one side the little party galloped off, one of the horses being permitted to return to the stables Mistress Shay turned away and retraced her steps "It was a bold play," she said to herself, "but none too bold for a person like Captain Lowry. I have no doubt that his prisoner meant every word he said, but Frank will see that he never gets to carry his wishes into execution She returned to her home and was in the act of re tiring when a heavy rap sounded on her door. Advancing down the narrow hall, candle in hand, the patriot girl unlocked the portal and held it open, shading her eyes with one hand. Into the house stalked three men with no less a personage than Mordecai Tripp at their head. The mien of the head Tory of Albany was insolence itself. His face was aflame with rage, and the moment he caught sight of the girl his eyes seemed to emit sparks of fire. "Shut the door, there, Master Grubbs," he said t o the man at his heels. "We've landed the game." Dorothy stood white-faced in the middle of the r oom with the light in her hand, and her gaze rove d from Mordecai to his companions and back again What means this late visit? she demanded at last. I am alone, for mother is visiting a sick aunt d ow n the r i ver--"

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34 Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. "Doubtless," sneered Mordecai, at which the others lau ghed derisively. You seem to doubt my word, Ma ter Tripp," said Dorothy. "Aunt Susan has been ill for several weeks and sent yesterday for mother. "It's a pretty story, anyhow," heartlessly said the Tory. "We are pleased to find you alone, Mistress Shay." What is wanting? Please to set the light down on the table yonder," comm anded Mordecai Tripp, and Dorothy obeyed. "Now," he continued, "tell us why you informed Captain Lowry, the young rebel, of the presence of the king's officer in Albany." "I scarcely understand. You are sadly in error, sir, if you believe that I have this night played in former against the king,'' replied the girl. You confessed to Master Popp that you were a rebel, did you not? I saw no rea on to disguise my sentiments. I am not for King George." "You are really for the rebel cause? I have more than suspected it all along. You know Captain Lowry?" "I have that pleasure and honor, sir," flashed Dor othy with rising voice. I am a patriot." "There are no patriots; nothing but rebels, pure and simple," was the instant response. That is but a matter of opinion, Master Tripp."

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Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. 35 Very well. eeing that you are a rebel, we shall proceed to business. Stand over against yon door, Master Grubbs. There's no telling what tricks these Yanke e maidens are up to." Ma ste r Grubbs, a great hulk of a Tory with a sour face, p l a n ted him elf against the door leading from the room and gazed at his master. "In the first place you've got arms concealed in --this h ouse ," said Mordecai. "And secondly, you informed Captain Lowry of Captain Sinclair's presence in my hou e." Miss Dorothy smiled in spite of the tenseness of the ituation. You make two accusations in one breath,'' said he. I have no arms concealed in the house and I did not betray Captain Sinclair to Master Lowry of the Liberty Boys." With one tremendous stride the Tory crossed the space that separated him from the pretty patriot girl, and his hands fell heavily upon her shoulders. \tVhere are the arms? cried he. In the pantry or in the cellar ? In neither place," was the reply. I cannot pro duce th a t which I do not possess." Mord e cai turned to the third man and ex claimed: You will search both places, Master Shook. Don't leave a cranny unexplored. Master Grubbs and I will take care of the rebel minx meanwhile."

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36 Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. Off went Shook the Tory on his mission and Master Tripp looked again at Dorothy. T "Do you know that Captain Lowry this night committed an overt act against the king?" he exclaimed. I am sure whatever he did he did not exceed the rules of common warfare," retorted the girl with spirit. He invaded my house, not alone, but with one Hoskins and an Indian and carried off before my very eyes my guest." "What right had your guest to be in Albany at this time?" "The right of justice. General Burgoyne sent him to Albany on business and he w;i.s at my house in such capacity when the night-hawks I have mentioned swooped down upon him and carried him off. "Why didn't you defend your guest, Master Tripp?" We were overpowered, faced by the rebels who were armed, while we did not have a sino-le weapon. It is outrageous. It is an act that calls for the direst vengeance." To this outburst of rage Dorothy made no reply, though in secret she was much diverted. A moment later Master Grubbs came bursting in, holding in his arms three pistols and two muskets. Dorothy's eyes seemed to enlarge and her face went white the moment she beheld the weapons. '' I thought you declared there were no arms con-

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Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. 37 cealed on the premises! cried Mordecai Tripp. "You stand convicted, Mistress Shay." The young girl was still speechless. Where did you find those weapons, Master Grubbs? a sked Mordecai. They were concealed behind the cider barrels in the cellar." "Who put them there? cried Dorothy. "I as sure you, Master Tripp, tltat I had no guilty kn0wl edge of their presence in the house." It looks like it, now doesn t it? sneered the Tory. "You don't think we brought those weapons with us?" I accuse no one," was the reply. Only this I know: I n eve r saw those firearms before." Truth look ed out of the girl's clear, innocent eyes, but it was evident that her enemies did not want to believe her. "You'll find yourself in a pretty mess when Gen eral Burgoyne takes possession of Albany," said Mor decai. "A person who declares herself a rebel is quite likely to conceal firearms in her house." But I declare that I know nothing of them," repeated the girl, as her gaze r ested upon the weapons which Master Shook had deposited on the table. "I b egin to see a little light," she suddenly con tinued, taking a step forward. "That pistol has a familiar look," and as she fini hed she caught up the weapon and deliberately cocked it.

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38 Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. "Please, Mistress Shay, don't handle the weapon so carelessly," exclaimed Mordecai Tripp, putting out his hands. It may be loaded, and your hand even now is dangerously near the trigger." I hav en't the least doubt that the pistol is loaded, replied Dorothy with a smile which did not allay the Tory 's fears. "The person who hid these weapons in our cellar would not be likely to place empty ones there." Take the weap on from the girl, Master Shook," called out Mordecai. "She's all a-tremble now, and I don't want to die at the hand of a secret rebel and a girl at that." "Never mind, Master boo said Dorothy, with a glance at the man advancing to obey the Tory's com mand. "All of you will please take your departure." "Whats that?" almost roared the great Tory of Albany You will leave the house at once! commanded the young girl. "I shall count three, an
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Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. 39 of the king. They have been found in your house and--" Who told you to look for them here? interrupt ed Dorothy. "Who but the rascal who brought them secretly to our cellar for a purpose? I know that Albany contains many people who hate the cause of liberty, men who will stop at nothing to serve the crowned oppressor across the sea. You knew these weapons were in this house before you rapped at the door. You know that very well. Now, since they have turned up, I will take charge of them while I deny that I have had anything to do with concealing them here." But, my dear Mistress Shay--" Arg ument is useles broke in Dorothy. "You see my candle is burning low and I don't intend to be left in darkness in your presence. You will go and at once I" Mordecai Tripp almost frothed in his rage. He stamped on the floor with his heel and threw a quick glance toward his companions. Their faces were white, showing that they feared the youn,,. girl who faced them. I shall begin to count now," Dorothy went on. "You've had fair warning, faster Tripp. One-" After the fall of the monosyllable from the girl's lips one mi ht have heard a feather touch the carpet. Two! followed significantly from the beautiful rebel's tongue.

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CHAPTER IV. TIIE BEAUTIFUL SPY. "I AM glad to see you back, Captain Lowry," said General Morgan to our hero when he presented him self in the latter's tent at Stillwater, where the Amer ican army was encamped. I trust you met with no serious mishap? "I have had some adventures, general," replied Frank. I have just had the honor of presenting a prisoner to General Gates." What, a prisoner?" exclaimed the commander of the American riflemen. "One whom I captured in Albany." "Tell me," said Morgan. "I was not aware that the enemy was in the town." Captain Lowry smiled. He was there in a company of one, and when I found him he was having a fine time with some of the kings friends." "And you really brought him off?" Yes. I had assi tance, of course, my friends Zebedee Hoskins of your command and Segata the Seneca." 41

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40 Mistress Shay Faces the Foe. Master Shook and his companions started toward the front door. I'll transact business with you some other time," grated Mordecai as he, too, fell back. "Just as you please, Master Tripp," said Dorothy. You will find me here at all times firm for the cause of freedom in North America. I am against the king!" The maddened Tory reached the door which Master Grubbs was holding open and the next moment not a Tory was in sight. Dorothy waited tiJl their footsteps died away beyond the porch when she crossed the room, shut / th e door. and turned the brass key in the iron lock. Then she came back and held the candle over the weapons. I think I can lay my hand on the offender," she said to herself. "It was a pretty trick, but it has failed. I hope Captain Lowry will reach the army safely with his prisoner." With this she looked once more across the room, picked up her candle and went upstairs to her bed r oom, where she lay awake the greater part of that eventful night.

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The Beautiful Spy. Good! exclaimed Morgan. And who might your prisoner be? "Captain Sinclair of Burgoyne's force." What was the nature of his business in Albany? That I cannot answer, as he did not see fit to acquaint me with it." Of course not," laughed General Morgan How foolish I was to put such a question." I think the question was quite natural. General Gates was not in the best of humor, and he forthwith turned my prisoner over to General Arnold." "Ho I I must look into this. General Arnold just now is not in favor with General Gates and he may give Captain Sinclair too much rein." I will r eport to General Arnold myself and look after my prisoner," replied Frank, and he was moving away when the voice of Morgan called him back. A little incident has occurred in camp since your departure," he said. A young lady who came in ostensibly to see a friend in your company has been arrested and is now held a pri oner." For what? cried Captain Frank. Can she not prove that her intentions are of the best?" She has been questioned, but, to say, she says but little, and that, you know, must be against her." "Who is she?" She calls herself Mistress Clarke." "Mistress Patience Clarke?" asked Frank eagerly.

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The Beautiful Spy. 43 I believe that is her Christian name. Do you know her?" "I met her durihg the siege of New York," said Frank, and there he strangely subsided. Your Lieutenant Pierce would not give the fair prisoner a good recommendation, and we therefore had nothing to do but consign her to the guard-house, where she is at this moment under watch." ,, "I'll look into this matter, general" Frank Lowry r eturned, a nd the following moment he parted with th e old rifleman. The building in which Mistress Patience was incar cerated was a small farm-house used as a guard house and Frank, as he approached it, di covered a sentry pacin
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44 The Beautiful Spy. Are you sure she is a Tory?" You don't suppose General Arnold would keep a patriot girl behind closed doors?" "There may be some mistake here." How can there be when I happen to know the girl's father, and in all New York there wasn't a bigger king's man to be found." Seeing that his chances of getting into the guard house without the countersign were very slim, Frank turned away. He had not gone far when he heard his name called, and upon turning round he came face to face with General Arnold himself. There was a cloud on the face of the man who was soon to betray his country, but not before he won imperishable laurels at Saratoga. "How now, Captain Lowry?" exclaimed A mold. Are you trying to cajole my sentry?" Far from it, General," replied Frank, as he saluted. I forgot that I was not in possession the password in my eagerness to see a pri oner." And pray, what business have you with one of my captives? I'll warrant it is the one with the pretty face." "It is no other. I would see Mistress Clarke." And you shall have that pleasure. Guard, admit Captain Lowry. He is one of the few we can trust these stormy days." With this General Arnold resumed his walk, ana the guard stepping aside, Frank went up the

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The Beautiful Spy. 45 steps and was soon beyond the door of the prison. In one of the upper rooms, seated in a chair at the window which commanded a fair view of part of the American camp, sat the beautiful inmate of the place. Captain Lowry paused the moment his gaze fell upon her and she, hearing his step, turned and looked him in the face. Captain Lowry I she exclaimed in tones of surprise. I did not expect to see you here." And your presence in this camp is as much of a surprise to me," was the reply as Frank bowed. I remember that we met last in New York just before the battle of Long Island." I have not forgotten the meeting," said the young girl. What sort of generals have you in this region?" "Men, I trust, who have the cause of lib erty at heart," replied Frank. General Morgan tells me that you were arrested upon reaching the camp." "It is true. I was apprehended by General Poor, who turned me over to Gates himself, who in turn placed me in the power of General Arnold." "Why is all this?" asked Frank, coming nearer, "General Morgan says that you have injured your cause by keeping silence." "I have declined to speak," and the eyes of the girl seemed to flash. "Perchance they questioned you too harshly."

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The Beautiful Spy. "They were not over harsh," was the rejoinder. But I have reasons for keeping silence." Frank would have spoken again, but suddenly the girl broke down and buried herself in the depths of the chair. In another moment she broke into iObS. "Captain Lowry," she suddenly exclaimed, rising to her feet, "you did me a kindness in New York. You remember the night you rescued me from the Hessian bully who, somehow or other, had come into the city? I am in a terrible situation." "You are but a prisoner for the time," consoled Captain Frank. I am sure you have but to speak to have the doors of your prison opened. You are guilty of no wrong." You do not-you cannot know she cried. I did not come here of my own free will. I was almost forced to come. My father-Captain Lowry, forgive met" There is nothing to forgive, Mistres Clarke," Frank replied. "You are not a spy--" "You have named the word," broke in the young girl. I am a spy. I have in my pos ession certain papers which would greatly help General Burgoyne." "Impossible! "It is terribly true." Amazement and incredulity looked from the young patriot's eyes.

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The Beautiful Spy. 47 This all seems a dream to me," he said. That you should enter our camp on such a mission seems incomprehensible. You know the punishment of spies?" "I know it only too well," was the reply. "But my father said he would disinherit me, cast me off if I did not undertake the mission. I am a Tory, as you know, Captain Lowry. I am for the king." "I am aware of that." And I thought I was doing King George a favor when I embarked upon this work." Captain Lowry held out his hand. Where are the papers? he asked. The girl drew back a step but the next moment threw herself at his feet. You are going to take them to your commander and thus rivet the irons of doom upon me? I shall do nothing of the kind," said Frank, sympathetically. "If the papers are destroyed no one will be the wiser. Where are they?" The fair prisoner went back to the chau and took off one of her shoes. "They did not search me," she said, looking up at the captain of the Boys of Liberty. "Had they done so I might be dangling in the air by now." That is very true." The following moment the girl drew forth a flat package which she handed to Captain Frank. Here are the papers. You may look at them."

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The Beautiful Spy I shall not do that," was the reply and Frank turned to the open hearth where a fire smoldered. Patience Clarke watched him narrowly. She saw him fan the coals into a blaze and cast the package upon the glowing heap. There I he said, turning round. It is your secret and mine. They need never know your mission." I thank you a thousand times, Captain Lowry, and I hope some day to be able to repay you a thousand fold." "Do not mention it," cavalierly responded the young captain. Forget it all, Mistress Patience. You are for the king; I serve the cause of human liberty. I will keep your secret; not only this, but I will see that you are released." And I shall ever remember you. Indeed, I will speak a good word for you with my friend Captain Sinclair who coached me before I set out upon my dangerous mission." Captain Lowry's face underwent a sudden change at this and his voice seemed altered when he spoke again. "Was Captain Sinclair of the British army aware of your mission ? he asked. "He urged it with my father." "Then I shall hold him-I mean Captain Sinclairin Jess esteem." Do you know him?

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The Beautiful Spy. 49 "But slightly," answered Frank Lowry with a smile which puzzled the girl. Captain Sinclair is brave to a fault,'' replied Miss Patience. He is my friend and when he hears of your act he will think kindly of you." Knowing whert' the English captain was at that moment, Captain Lowry did not answer, but walked to the window and looked out in silence. "I will see you later," he said turning suddenly to wards the prisoner. "You have no other damaging documents with you? "No. You have destroyed them all." Frank left the guard-house and walked through the camp to the bivouac of the Boys of Liberty. "I welcome you back I" cried Benjamin Pierce, the young lieutenant, as Frank came up. "We have had a little excitement during your absence. Mistress Patience Clarke, whom you may remember, has been arrested within our lines and is now in the guard-house. But this is only a part of my news." "What is the rest, Benjamin?" "We would have been ordered out on a scout this morning if you had been with us. It is designed to send us to the north to feet the enemy." The orders may come yet." "The boys are ready at any time. I have just heard of your capture at Albany and I'll warrant Captain Sinclair hasn't a very good feeling for you."

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50 The Beautiful Spy. Captain Lowry laughed at this and entered his lieutenant's tent. "We are getting ready to fight Burgoyne," continued Benjamin. "He is still pushing southward with his legions. Of late, so rumor has it, he has been joined by a regiment of Tories to say nothing of a lot of Indians from the Mohawk under the command of the infamous Butler. Sir John Johnson with his Royal Greens is with Burgoyne and the whole border is aflame with excitement." "I'll allow that times are exciting," returned Frank. General Burgoyne will find himself in a trap as be advances. We have been baying him for some time and now we shall stand face to face with his redcoats on some battlefield not far from here." "I am sure we are his equals!" cried Benjamin. "In the first place our cause is just and the God of battles is on the side of liberty. General Morgan and his riflemen are eager to get at the enemy and Arnold frets for the fray. I would that General Schuyler had remained in command, for he is the man who opened the campaign, but we must serve Gates just as loyally." "You are right, Benjamin. While we prefer to fight under General Schuyler, we must not be recreants to Gates. Whatever is the outcome of this campaign General Schuyler will have most of the glory." Ho! cried Lieutenant Pierce before he could reply to Captain Frank, who have we here?"

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The Beautiful Spy. 51 The flaps of the tent had been parted and an aide de c.amp stood saluting at the entrance. General Morgan presents his compliments to Captain Lowry and calls him to his quarters im mediately for instructions," said the under officer. "It means the scout," whispered Benjamin, as Frank rose to depart. "No doubt we shall have some lively adventures, for Morgan loves to send his men to where there is real danger." Half an hour later Captain Frank returned. Marshal ten of our best boys at once," he said to Lieutenant Pierce. "We are to invade hostile country with eyes and ears open." Good! ejaculated Benjamin. I trust we will be of some serv ice to the cause we love." Night had now fallen over the encampment at Still water and the young officers were preparing to under take the scout Frank had received specific instruc tions from General Morgan and knew just what was expected of him and his little band of heroes. They have released Miss Patience ," he said to Benjamin. "They could find no damaging papers on her person and, despite her sentiments, she has been permitted to depart. She was escorted from the camp by a detachment and is now no doubt on her way home." With some important information for General Burgoyne," said the lieutenant bitterly. "They might have held her until our return at any rate.

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52 The Beautiful Spy. It is too late now," answered Frank. But I do not apprehend any trouble through Mistress Clarke, Come, Benjamin. We must go at once. It is a hazardous expedition, but remember that it is for American freedom." With this the boys buckled on their swords and stole from the tent.

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CHAPTER V. AT TUE RED HORSE INN. FRANK and Benjamin after a conference decided to take the Seneca with them, since the Indian was familiar with the territory to be invaded and Segata, when told of the decision, was glad to accompany the detachment. "We are moving towards the enemy," remarked Benjamin as they filed from the American camp and headed for the north. "There's no telling what is in store for us for the Tories are active in this region and believe in the boasts of Burgoyne." "We must be cautious and on the lookout all the time," was the reply. "General Morgan is very anxious to secure news of the foe and especially of the allies of the British general." For some hours the little company threaded its way through the forests, now and then debouching into more open country but all the time the utmost vigilance was had. The Boys of Liberty had !been tried on more than one field of battle and their valor bad been recognized 53

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54 At the Red Horse Inn. Commanded by such a gallant youth as Captain Lowry they had always given the best of accounts of themwinning laurels _ven from the enemy. So rapid was their march that at the br e ak of day they found themselves many miles from the camp at Stillwater. Nestling in a little valley stood a house which for years had served the purposes of a wa yside inn, for a sign-board swung from its porch notifying the traveler that here was food for man and beast. It's the Red Horse Inn," said Frank, and, if I mistake not, its present landlord is not over zealous in the cause of freedom." It would not be difficult to sound him," answered Benjamin. That is just what I am going to do," and with this Captain Frank, discarding a part of his buff and blue uniform, advanced to the house and m ou nted the steps. Before he laid his hand on the door it was swung open and a large man made his appearance. What ho, young sir?" he exclaimed at sight of the young patriot. Seems to me you're a very early bird in this neck of the woods." I generally rise with the cock," replied Frank with a smile. "You are not such a lazy bird yourself." "I'm up betimes, sir. To whom am I indebted for this early call ? "To Carl Broderick at your service. I am not a

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At the Red Horse Inn. 55 native of this particular locality, but I know something about it and, seeing your hospitable place, I thought I would stop and test your larder." "Just as if I have meals at all times," was the quick response. You're alone, sir?" "As you see," aid Frank. "These are stirring times and it behooves one to watch for himself." The wide door was held open and Frank steppe d into the little tap-room, which was quite warm. The man tood aloof and looked him over from head to foot. "Rebel or king's man?" he sudden l y said with cutting sharpness. Which would you have it?" asked Captain Lowry. You d o n't mean to say that you catch all sort of breezes? ejaculated the proprietor of the Red Horse Inn. "You may calJ me king's man," said Frank. "Now that's better. And how goes the war along the south e rn b o rder? Fairl y welJ." I hear that the rebels under Gates are waiting for General B urgoyne and hope to make a meal of him when he comes within eating distance." Of course they wiJI put up a fight," ob erve d Frank, but I understand that our friends have a great force--" As fine a fighting army as ever trod the earth I cried th e Tory "General Burgoyne has not only red coats in his army, but he has the Royal Greens and

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At the Red Horse Inn. the Indians from the Mohawk country. Then, we shall soon see a company of loyalists in this very neighbor hood, for I am told that they have been recruited and are ready to unite with the invading army." While he talked Master Rogers of the Inn was bustling about setting things in order for the day and Frank had a good opportunity to study the situation. All at once he heard footsteps on the stairs behind him but did not turn his head. Master Rogers heard the same noise, too, and crossed the room, opening the stair-door somewhat nervously. The tavern keeper, from what Frank had seen, was anxious to keep back the person on the stair, but before he could utter a word down he came and landed in the tap-room. As Captain Lowry caught sight of this person his heart leaped into his throat. There he stood in the middle of the room a giant in stature and bulky of frame, a man clad in the half regimentals of a British dragoon. Already he was covering the young captain with his penetrating glance and Frank was trying to avoid his stare. "That is Master Broderick as he has just informed me," said Master Rogers. The officer came forward without for a moment re moving his eyes from our hero. Master Broderick, is it? he exclaimed. I seldom forget faces, Master Rogers."

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At the Red Horse Inn. Lowry, the landlord closed the door and placed his back against it. Now," continued the dragoon, "tell the truth. You are not alone in this vicinity. Where are your companions? Frank attempted to rise, but the hand of the officer fell like a trip-hammer upon his shoulder. Oh for the presence of Benjamin and the Boys of Liberty! thought Captain Frank. You are the very audacious leader of the young rebels," resumed the dragoon. I am Colonel Tarbell of His Majesty's Mounted Battalion and I have, as I have said, a lively recollection of you." Mercy on us! cried Master Rogers unable to remain silent a mom nt longer. "You don't tell me, Colonel, that the youngster is a rebel officer." He's none the less, sir" was the reply. It's lucky for the cause that I'm here." Frank all the time was gathering his thoughts. That he was in a trap of his own making, as the officer had said, was quite apparent. He was in the greatest danger besides, for should the dragoon take a notion he might slay him on the spot or hold him a prisoner while Benjamin and the Boys were in ignorance of his peril. "My wife is moving, sir," suddenly said the land lord. "Go and keep her back. No, don't leave the door

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At the Red Horse Inn. 59 unguarded. If your wife makes her appearance tell her this is no place for her just now." At that very moment a door beyond Colonel Tarbell opened and a thin woman with a long face stared into the room. Go back, Sarah I cried the landlord. Colonel Tarbell and myself are transacting important business." "And pray what may it be? And who have we here? and before any one could interfere the land lord's wife was in the middle of the floor. "Madam," roared the British colonel," thi is not the place for you." But I want to know ? That young man yonderWho is he?" "Just a bird we've caught," laughed the dragoon. I can t tell what sort of bird he is by his feathers," retorted the woman. "Well, he hasn't a red coat." I can readily see that." Does he look like a king's man? Not like the riff-raff we have about here who call themselves the kings men," cried Mistress Rogers with some show of disdain. We've got a motley lot of rascals about here who all the time talk for King George but who are afraid to go out after dark on account of the ragged rebels." "Mercy, madam, but you give our loyal friends a poor name," smiled the officer. I call things by their names," was the

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At the Red Horse Inn. 57 "He says he is one of us," pursued the tavern keeper, taking no notice of the last words. I would like to see his credentials,'' was the reply. "Stand back, friend Rogers, and let me catechize this early bird The landlord fell away while the British dragoon posed before Frank with the air of an autocrat. "So you say you are for the king?" he said. I have informed Master Rogers of my sentiments," curtly replied Captain Frank. Snappishness won't do, young sir," admonished the man. It's ten chances to one that you are sailing under false colors." Where is your proof, sir? "Here," and to Frank's astonishment the man before him suddenly roll e d up his sleeve and showed him a sca r cely healed scar. "You have a very p o or memory if you cannot recogniz e this mark," he went on. I got it at Brooklyn Heights when my command was opposed by a young band of rebels call e d the Boys of Liberty. I remember their audacious leader for I had more than one good look at him." No wonder Captain Frank sat rigid in his chai r whilst these words fell from the officer's lips. "Master Rogers, you will shut the door and stand over against it," commanded the Briton a moment later. This young bird has come to a trap of his own making and he must take the consequences Wondering and at the same time staring at Captain

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60 At the Red Horse Inn. answer. "They are great boasters just now, but let General Gates and his rebel horde put in an appearnnce and they'll run like a flock of sheep." Silence that tongue of yours, Sarah,'' said the land lord. "Colonel Tarbell, thank fortune, has unmasked a rebel within our own house." 'What, that-boy? for he's nothing else." Mistress Rogers pushing past the dragoon, leaned forward and studied Frank Lawry's face for a full minute. He doesn't look like a rebel," said she. But he has no looks like one of us," said Colonel Tarbell. What are you going to do with him? 'What but place him where he won't
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At the Red Horse Inn. 61 I'm not going to take any risks now," was the reply. "Master Rogers, I would thank you for a good stout cord." The landlord shuffled across the room and dis appeared. It doesn't seem possible," remarked the woman, as she stood with arms akimbo and gazed at the occupant of the chair. A real rebel did you say, Colonel? "A real Simon-pure rebel, one of Gates' command." Mercy on me, and we might all have been murdered in our beds, though I must confess that he doesn't look like a cut-throat," cried the woman. I wonder if he is really alone? Doubtle s he came into our midst as a spy. It's too dangerous to send a scouting party this far, you know." At this moment for an instant Colonel Tarbell turned away and Frank Lowry was on his feet. All his nature wa fully aroused. His eyes seemed to flash fire as he seized a heavy thorn stick which stood in one corner of the room and placed himself in an attitude of resistance. Mercy I you've roused the young lion," ejaculated Mistress Rogers falling back. Colonel Tarbell looked on amazed. Cast away your cudgel," he commanded when he found his breath I am Colonel Tarbell of the king's army." Your rank has been known to me," responded

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At the Red Horse Inn. Frank as he seemed to brace himself with added firm ness. "You can't hope to elude us," continued the officer. We have you in your own trap and it shall hold you." Captain Lowry threw the stick over his head with a menacing gesture, but did not retreat. Suddenly there came to his ears the sounds of foot steps on the porch. Had the Seneca brought assistance? Master Rogers bursting into the room at that moment uttered a cry of alarm. "The rebels! the rebels I rang from his throat as he halted in the middle of the room white to the temples. The outer door was burst open and there stood the dark figure of the Indian backed by several stalwart youths. Captain Lowry with a half uttered exclamation of joy swung the cudgel over his head and dashed for ward, but Colonel Tarbell threw out one foot trippingly and Frank went headlong across the floor. Into the room dashed the deliverers. The British colonel was seized by the Seneca and held against the wall while Master Rogers, gasping with fright, fell against the plastering and viewed the scene with dismay. "Don't hurt him,' cried Frank as he rose to his feet and seized the wrist of the maddened Indian. It's a better capture than we could have hoped for."

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At the Red Horse Inn. Segata was not disposed to relent, but at last was obliged to loosen his grip and fall back. The tables have been turned," said Frank, address ing his late captor who had been placed in the chair. "You are my prisoner, Colonel." The prisoner of a boy rebel I sneered Frank's captive. You 've disgraced your family, Leslie Tarbell." Frank noticed that Master Rogers and his wife were no longer in the room but thought they had fled, too frightened to remain. If he had gone outside he would have cau ght sight of the woman's slim figure hurrying from the house. "Where's your wife?" he demanded of Master Rogers as that worthy stole timidly back into the room. She's gone." To alarm the neighborhood? "My wife, young sir, is a nervous creature and I am not accountable for her actions under certain cir cumstances." The man's manner told Frank that a bold game was being played by the old loyalist and his wife and he hastened to block it. Calling Benjamin to his side he gave orders for Colonel Tarbell to be bound preparatory to making sure of him. He was a very important prisoner and his presence at the scene of his capture meant much for the American cause. The dragoon protested vehemently against what he

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At the Red Horse Inn. called the disgrace of having his hands tied, but Frank was inflexible and the operation was soon accomplished. Put me on my feet and give me my sword," he exclaimed. "I'll face the whole pack of you, the red skin included. The idea of one of General Burgoyne s officers nabbed by a rabble of boys I It's unbearable." "It's the fortune of war, sir," replied Captain Lowry. But awhile ago I was your prisoner; now--" The sentence was not finished for at 4 at moment one of Frank's command sprang across the threshold and exclaimed : "The enemy, Captain Lowry I The king's dragoons are in sight! Captain Frank glanced at his prisoner and sprang forward. One glance was enough. A dozen British dragoons were dashing toward the inn.

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CHAPTER VI. REBEL AND REDCOAT. THE sight of twelve well mounted British dragoons riding over an adjacent hill upon the inn was enough to stir the most sluggish blood and Captain Frank Lowry was on the alert in a moment. Benjami n and the others stood on the porch waiting for their leader's orders while a grim smile had come to the face of Colonel Tarbell. Bind the prisoner in the chair and be quick about it, cofTlmanded Frank and it was done almost before the last word had left his lips. "Now bar the door yonder and make loopholes of the windows. Break the glass--" "My glass?" cried the landlord with a deep groan. "Certainly, sir," responded Frank. "We are not going to give in to the redcoats without a fight." Crash went the glass with the butts of the young soldiers' muskets and the shining pieces strewed the floor. "They'll be here in a moment," said Benjamin who 65

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66 Rebel and Redcoat. was keeping an eye on the riders. We shall have to fight them but the chances are about equal." "We have the advantage of shelter," said Captain Frank. "They'll fire the house!" ejaculated Rogers. "They'll burn you out, young sir." "We shall see about that. You forget that Amer icans can shoot," and with this Frank went to the window from which he could obtain a good view of the scene beyond. The dragoons were almost upon them. Frank drew back to the middle of the room, sword in hand and with calm face. In another moment the enemy had come within musket shot and their leader was riding forward alone. The Seneca, with his gaze fastened upon the officer, was raising his rifle when Frank's hand fell upon his naked arm. "Not quite so fast, red brother," said he. "We will see what the fellow wants." Meanwhile the Briton had reached a spot within twenty yards of the inn where he had drawn rein and was looking forward with the greatest curiosity. "Ho, there!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Come out, Master Rogers, and answer my questions." The landlord looked at Captain Frank and remained silent. "Never mind about answering him," said our hero. I'll do that myself."

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Rebel and Redcoat. Thereupon Frank went to the window from which he was plainly visible to the dragoon. I will speak for Master Rogers," said he. What would you have, sir? Who are you ? First answer me in this particular reaard." "I am Captain Lowry of the Boys of Liberty," was the reply, for Frank saw that concealment was no longer necessary. "We hold posse ion of the inn." Is it true that Colonel Tarbell is your prisoner?" "Colonel Tarbell is in our hands." Unharmed? Unharmed, but forcibly detained," and a little smile gathered at Frank s lips. In the first place, you will r elease Colonel Tarbell and secondly all of you will surrender unconditionally to the King's hussars." "I see that you don't demand anything," said Captain Frank. Is it possible that you have made a mistake in your guesses? How so, sir? "Americans do not often surrender to the king's men. s for Colonel Tarbell being our prisoner, we shall hold him." Let me speak to the Colonel." Our pri oner will hold no conversation with his men at present. He is safe and unhurt." Then you refuse to surrender him? "I cannot think of such a thing."

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68 Rebel and Redcoat. The hussar gazed a moment at the form at the window and rode slowly back to the little group in red not far away. "We're in for it now," said Frank to Lieute nant Pierce as he fell back. "One moment, Captain Lowry," said the prisoner at this juncture. "You do not know the temper of the men out yonder. They are the best fighte rs in Burgoyne's army. We came down into this region on special business and you have interrup ted it." "Very well, sir. I cannot say that we shall shirk our duty," was the young patriot's reply. You don't intend to resist my men? Why not, sir? exclaimed Captain Frank. I assure you, Colonel, that surrender is the last thing we shall think of." "Then you must take the consequences," and with this the officer fell back in the chair and glowered at the young captain. By this time the three doors leading into the tap room had been heavily barricaded and every prepara tion made for meeting the enemy. "Your wife summoned the dragoons," said Captain Frank to the trembling landlord. "I'm not accountable for her actions," was the reply. She is an ardent king's woman--" With more boldness than you possess, I think. Master Rogers, you have long been known as a Tory who will not fight for his principles. You would sooner

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Rebel and Redcoat. die at the table than in battle and if the redcoats out yond er really fight us you may perish in a melee which is not of your choosing." "They're coming forward," said Benjamin. "Their captain has divided his squad and part of it has gone arou nd the house." "We'll take care of the ones in front first," said Cap tain Frank deliberately. It's not such a one-sided fra y after all." But you can't hope to win out against my dragoons," put in Colonel Tarbell from his chair. I have seen them pitted against t wo hundred rebels and more t han once tl1ey won out against such odds." To this sta tement Frank made no r eply for the next mome nt was one fraught with excitem e nt. The captai n of the troop in red had disc harged his pistol at tlle house, tlle heavy ball striking the door and imb edding itse lf in the wood. Mercy! you'll have th em shoot my house to pieces I" cried Master Rogers as he squirmed in fright again st the wall. Better your door than our h ea ds," said Frank Low ry. The enemy has opened the battle." Some dista nc e beyond the inn the trooper was coolly relo ading his pistol. 'Vlfhat a target said one of the youths with a glanc e at Captai n Frank. Not yet ," was the admonishment. "They will make a real attack after awhil e."

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Rebel and Redcoat. "For the last time," came the voice of the mounted man in the morning light. Will you surrender? "You have already had our answer,' replied Frank in clear tones. "We shall defend the inn to the last extremity." Fools I said Colonel Tarbell in low tones which reached Captain Lowry's ears, but there was no reply. My men are enraged and if you do not accede to our demand I fear I cannot re strain them should we be compelled to take the inn by assault. It is to avoid the shedding of blood that I have called upon you to surrender." "Further parley is unnecessary, Captain. Long live the cause of human freedom in North America!" Quick upon Captain Lowry 's exclamation came the crash of firearms; one ball plintered the door and another entering at the window cut a lock from Benjamin's head. The dra goons had dismounted and taken shelte r behind a group of out-houses where they were pa rtly screened from the missiles of their foes. Those who had di appeared behind the house at the same time delivered a volley which did no damage, although it !brought a cry of misery from Maste r Rogers as a picture on the wall was cut down and, falling, became entirely ruined. "Liberate the prisoner,'' said Captain Frank suddenly.

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Rebel and Redcoat. "What, you don't intend to release him?" cried Benjamin as his face assumed a look of mystery. "Not so by any means. Release him, but watch him well. Stand him at the window where his men can see him. Perhaps they won't be so eager to send their bullets this way." Colonel Tarbell was untied and, held by two of Cap tain Lowry's men, was placed at the window where he was in full view by the troopers behind the outbuild ings. This is infamy itself! flashed the British colonel. I am made a target for the weapons of my own men. This is worse than Indian warfare. I prate t against it." 'It's better than being killed a bound pri oner," said Benjamin. "Aha! your men have recognized you, olonel." So they have. I shall tell them to pay no attention to me. The inn shall be taken over my dead body if necessary." Suddenly one of the dragoons came forward waving a white handkerchief from a stick. It's a flag of truce," said Benjamin. Shall we hear what it means, Captain Frank? "Yes." The dragoon continued to advance with his eyes fixed upon the British colonel at the window. I would speak to Colonel Tarbell," he said. "You have that privilege, but it must be in our hear ing," answered Captain Lowry.

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72 Rebel and Redcoat. The man advanc ed to the edge of the porch, a young and handsome fellow with light flaxen h ai r which touched his ample should e rs. "What are your ord e rs, Colonel?" he a ske d. "We are here to ob e y you in every particular." For a moment sile nc e f ell about the scene, t he young dragoon standing at attention while he l ooke d at his leader. I am a prisoner," said Colonel Tarbell. My captors are the Boys of Liberty so-called. I command you to fight." "But the fig hting may endanger your l ife Con side r me n o t," repli e d Col onel T arbell as his bosom heav e d with illy suppress e d excit ement "For the moment reO'ard m y life as no dearer than tha t of the meanest man in the kin g 's arm y ." You shall be obeyed," was the an s wer a nd the manly young troop er, saluting his col o n e l m arched back and vanished b e hind the oven-house. "That's a brav e 11Jan," said Capt ain Lo wry. "Too brave to be killed by a rebel's b ullet," Colonel Tarb ell. His name is Conyer s Fitzgera ld and his father is the Earl of Balcarras. Wi thin th e last few weeks, so 'tis said, he has become engaged to the loveliest young lady in Albany, the daughter o f Thomas Clarke." "To Mistress Patience, do you mean?" exclaimed Frank

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Rebel and Redcoat. 7 3 To none other Yo u seem to have heard of the young lady?" I have,'' said Frank, recalling his interview with the girl in the American camp If Master Fitzgerald would win his love I would advise him to keep out of the range of our balls." He is a brave to a fault and as good as he is brave," responded the Britisher. Here they come I exclaimed a voice at Captain Lowry's side and the Boys of Liberty thrust their rifles through the window and laid their fingers at the triggers. Sure enough the troopers, now all united, had come from their concealment and were rushing across the short space that separated them from the inn. It was the most thrilling moment of the siege. Crack I crack I crack I blazed out the rifles of the Liberty Boys and two redcoats tottered back and dropped to the ground. Fonvard I rang out the voice of Fitzgerald who bad placed himself in advance of his men. "Down with the rebel scum I Colonel Tarbell had been jerked from the window to give the young defenders a chance to fire and with his hands bound upon his back he reeled away and fell against Master Rogers who, white-faced, was regard ing the fight in silence. The volley from the house staggered the attacking party Frank knew that it would be but for a moment.

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Rebel and Redcoat. 75 There was no response. The young Americans fell back and poured a volley through the door. "Here, let us send him to his men," suddenly shouted Benjamin. "This way, egata and Tom Hapgood." Tom and the Indian sprang forward and seized the pri oner. ut you go, Colon I, and good luck to you said Tom with a grin f course the Britisher made no resistance and the following minute he was shouldered through the window and fell upon the porch, carrying the sash with him. As the redcoat fell among his men he was dragged forward with shouts of joy and in another second was talking rapidly: "Take a breathing spell,' he said. Fall back to the old shelter. We'll get the young rebels yet. Back I back to the oven-house." Frank and his companions watched the retreating dragoons and soo n all were hidden by the building "It's only a half victory," said he addressing his little detachment. "They will come at us again. We were not to provoke a fight. In fact, we were to avoid one as much as possible. We must outwit the enemy I" But how can it be done? anxiously inquired Benjamin. "Let me think and I promise you to think rapidly. We must resort to stratagem." Look I cried one of the young rebels. A car-

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74 Rebel and Redcoat. On, on I shouted the young leader of the red coats. Remember that our colonel is a prisoner in yon trap. Forward, men, forward l" The brave dragoons with a cheer ga t hered them selves together and rushed on again. "Don t hoot the young captain," said Frank as the rifles once more leaped to the shoulders of his com mand. "Hes too brave to perish in a fig ht like thi s ." Once more the rifl e s of the young Am e r i cans spoke from the sm o ke-darkened room and two more dragoons writhed on the ground. This is murder," said Captain Frank, turning to ward Colonel Tarbell. "\Ve have the advantage, Colonel. We can defend the inn again s t fift y men as brave as yours. The lips of the British officer came sharply togeth e r and his face whitened. "The fight is not yours yet,'' he said. "Not till the last man out yonder falls will the c o nflict end." Once more, my brave fellows l at this mom e nt sang out the voice of young Fitzgerald. Once for the King and Old England I Forward sprang the dragoons, sadly d e ple t ed now. This time the bullets of the young Americans sang high for not a man fell, and the next moment the troopers were on the porch beating in the door with the heavy timber they had found behind the oven. "What think you now, Captain Lowry?" asked Colonel Tatibell as he listened to the doomful strokes.

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Rebel and > edcoat. riage has just stopped at the oven house and a young lady is alighting." Captain Lowry ran to the window and looked in silence for a moment. "As I live ," he exclaim ed "it is Mistresii Patience Clarke. There'll be no more fighting now, boys."

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CHAPTER VII. IN WHICH BEAUTY INTERFERES. THE carriage which had halted near the spot where the British dragoons were posted was a large, old fashioned affair after the prevailing style. It was drawn by a pair of magnificent black horses and the driver sat on his seat with the dignity of a king. Colonel Tarbell who had reached his companions was seen to step forward and with his own hands open the door of the vehicle. The Boys of Liberty watching every movement with breathless interest, saw him put out his hand and help the young occupant of the carriage over its high step. Sure enough it was Mistress Clarke, General Arnold's late prisoner. "You are least expected, Mistress Patience," said the British officer as the girl's daintily shod feet touched the ground. I have the faculty of going where I am not expected," was the smiling rejoinder. I heard the firing long before I got here and I commanded Jacob to drive at full speed." "I did not know you were in the vicinity." "We came up from Albany last night, father and I. 77

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78 In Which Beauty Interferes. He is now with General Fraser and I made bold enough to take possession of the family turnout. What has occurred here, Colonel? The girl as she concluded, cast a look toward the Red Horse Inn and at the same time espied the bodies of two dragoons lying on the ground where they had fallen before the bullets of Captain Lawry's boys. "We' ve had a brush with the enemy, Mistress Patience.' "With the rebels? I was not aware that they were so near our lines." "It was a bold scouting party." You have sustained some loss, I see. I trust you were not defeated." "The battle if you may call it such, is not yet ov e r. We have the enemy cooped up in the inn yond e r, and it will not be difficult to put an end to his depredations." "You seem to have made an assault M y men made it, for I was a prisoner o f the en e my and they thought to effect my rescue by a gallant dash." And they succeeded?" "No," answered Colonel Tarbell, biting hi s lip. "I was released b y the enemy, who evid e ntly saw that he could not hold me captive while my dragoons were determined to get me out of his hand s ." "I have no doubt you have brave men who would give their lives for their leader," exclaimed Mistress Clarke with a little flush. But who is in command of the enemy at the inn?

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In Which Beauty Interferes 79 "A young rebel who calls himself Captain Lowry." What?" cried the young girl, glancing again toward the building. "You do not tell me, Colonel Tarbell, that you are facing the Boys of Liberty? "They are our foes for the present," was the reply. "It seems, from what I can gather, that they have been sent into this locality on a scout and I, being a guest of the landlord, fell unwittingly into their power." A little laugh rippled over the lips of the beautiful Tory. "This is quite an adventure," she exclaimed. 'Nhat do you purpose doing next, Colonel? We mean to have the young rebels dead or alive I flashed the leader of the dragoons. They have shed the blood of some of my best men and you must not think, my fair girl, that Colonel Leslie Tarbell will let such an act go unavenged." Then you intend to renew the assault? Certainly. Captain Lowry shall have cause to remember his encounter with the King's Battalion." What if they should surrender? quietly asked Patience. "Really, I should prefer that they fought it out,'' replied the officer. I do not care to receive the surrender of a lot of boys." But they fight like men, do they not?" I must admit that. I have seen their actions on more than one battlefield, particularly in the trenches

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So In Which Beauty Interferes. of Brooklyn. They deserve no mercy at the hands of real soldiers." Mistress Clarke toyed half aimlessly with her gloves for a moment when she suddenly looked up into Col onel Tarbell's face. I fear I shall have to take a hand in this game," she said with another smile. "You, Mistress Patience? This is a man's battle." Within the last few hours I have been placed under obligations to Captain Lowry l "Not to the young rebel yonder, I hope?" "To the commander of the Boys of Liberty,'' said the girl with emphasis. "It is a long story, but I will condense it. I have but lately come from the American camp." "You?" "Yes. For the first time in my life I have essayed the role of spy. With my usual bad luck I was arrested almost the moment I reached General Gates' camp and thrust into prison." The miscreants! exclaimed Colonel Tarbell. "It was the fortune of war, I suppose," said the Tory's daughter. I carried in my shoe papers which, if discovered, might have consigned me to a terrible fate." "These Americans are merciless fiends." "Not all of them, as I can testify. I was reflecting in prison when the door opened and I was face to face with Captain Lowry. I had some acquaintance with

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In Which Beauty Interferes. 81 him, having met him in New York and his surprise at seeing me equaled my own. Woman-like, I broke down in Captain Lawry's presence and confessed my guilt." It was an ill-advised move, no doubt," commented Colonel Tarbell. Not so bad as it would seem,'' was the answer. Captain Lowry offered to befriend me and the upshot of the whole matter was that I turned over to him the compromising papers--" Which he carried forthwith to Gates?" Which he threw upon the fire and we watched them turn into ashe The colonel of the dragoons was silent for a moment. "I cannot think of a rebel doing such a thing as that," he suddenly exclaimed. It seems incomprehen sible." "Nevertheless it is true,'' said Patience. "I was in Captain Lawry's power and he acted magnanimously." "It's an interesting story you have told," smiled the Briton. But it does not lessen Captain Lawry's rebellion against the king." Granted, Colonel Tarbell. Captain Lowry is no less a rebel becau e he befriended me." "And we owe him retaliation for the men lying out yonder. They will never more serve King George." Then you are going to assault the inn? I am going to show Captain Lowry and his young rebels that they are fighting the king's dragoons.

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82 In Which Beauty Interferes. A deep flu h suffused the cheeks of the Tory's daughter and she stepped deli berately toward the inn. What would you do ? exclaim d the astonished colonel. If your bullets seek Captain Lowry they shall run a chance of finding me," was the startling answer. "I shall ask leave to join the rebels yonder." And assi t the enemies of the king? "Not particularly assist them, but I owe Captain Lowry a debt of gratitude which I promised to pay at the first opportunity and it seems to have come." White to the temples, Colonel Tarbell looked after the fair Tory, but a moment later wheeled upon the servant. "Have you no control over your mistre ss?" he ex claimed. Are you going to stand there and see her join the rebels cooped up in yon building?" "I am her servant, nothing more, sir," was the reply. "Mistress Patience has a mind of her own." The dragoon bit his lip and turned away. Meantime the young girl had nearly reached the inn. Captain Lowry, who had heard nothing of the conversa tion which had passed between her and Colonel Tarbell, was gazing at her with a face seamed with anxiety. He was at a loss to know why Mistress Patience was walking deliberately forward. As she stepped upon the porch he ordered the door to be unbarred and stepped boldly out to meet her. Captain Lowry," said the girl as her face red-

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In Which Beauty Interferes. 83 dened, you will pardon this interference in what belongs to men and soldiers. I was within sound of the firing and had Jacob drive me hither." "You are very unexpected, Mistress Clarke. The fight is by no means over. I fear it has just !begun if Colonel Tarbell and his dragoons persist." Colonel Tarbell is by no mean willing to call off his men. What has already taken place has increased his rage. He is determined to force the inn." It will prove a deadly matter for him," said Frank determinedly. I can quite believe that. But, Captain Lowry, will you not let me share the fortunes of war with you and your men?" "My boys, you mean?" corrected our hero with a little laugh. I cannot understand from what emanate your request." You haven t forgotten the scene in the American camp?" "While I have not forgotten, I cannot see how it can be connected with the present episode." "There is a connection, Captain Lowry. I demand to become an inmate of the inn during the remainder of the battle." If you insist I shall not r efuse," replied Captain Lowry. You shall have the point of safety and we will see that you are guarded from the bullets of your friends." Giving the young girl his hand Frank escorted her

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84 In Which Beauty Interferes. across U1e porch and into the tap-room wh e r e his com mand stood ready for the conflict which was momentarily expect ed. "Are they g o ing to fight? asked the l andlo rd of the inn at sight of P atience. "I suppose so." And you are going to remain here? Such is my intention, sir." "This way to the c e llar, miss. You will b e sa fe no place else." The Tory's daughter drew back as Ma s ter R ogers approached her and waved him off. "You forget, sir she said with some h a u ght iness, that my grandfather was a soldier and I shall not seek an asylum in darkness during the fightin g to come." "Well, it beats me," ejaculated the innke eper. "And you're Tory, too?" "My father is for the king and so am I. There isn't a drop of rebel blood in my veins." Rogers fell away and stared at the girl, who cast a look toward the dragoons' positi on. "You seem to have some brave defend e r s," sh e said to Captain Lowry. "I have ten of the Boys of Liberty und e r me here." "But the Indian yonder?" "That is egata, the Seneca." Not of the tribe that murdered Miss M c Crea, I hope?"

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In Which Beauty Interferes. 85 The Seneca is devoted to the American cause. He has no M o h a wk blood in his veins." T en m inutes later one of the watchers at the window noticed that one of the dragoons was approaching the inn wit h a white flag. Capt a in Frank opened the door and stepped out upon the porch. Wha t i s it? he asked as the bearer of the flag of truce h a l te d within a few feet of his position. "I h a v e a message from Colonel Tarbell." Frank held out his hand and the paper was placed in it. While h e read the drag oon stood stiffiy at attention and wat ch ed him closely. Cap tain Lowry folded the paper and looked at the soldi e r i n the sun. I shal l r e ply in a moment,' he said and stepped back i nto t h e tap-room. "I have a me s sa g e from the enemy," he said as his comm and gath e r e d about him. "It is such a strange requ est that I mu s t submit it to a council of war." The Boy s of Lib e rty were all a t t e ntion at once. "Listen, c o ntinued Captain Frank. "This is what I have r eceive d from Colonel Tarbell : "'To C ap t a in Lowr Rebel-Not wishing to destroy the hou se in which you and your command are now station ed, beca u se it is the property of a loyal subject of the king, and furthermore not caring to harm

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86 In Which Beauty Interferes. Mistress Clarke who of her own accord has taken refuge with you, I, Colonel Leslie Tarbell of His .Majesty's service, challenge you and your command to come out into the open and fight us like men.' A dead silence fpllowed the reading of the paper to which the name of the writer was signed. "It's a bold challenge," said Benjamin, who was the first to speak. "We outnumber the enemy, which fact adds to the boldness of the proposition.'' Shall the challenge be accepted? asked Captain Frank. May I speak?" and the Tory's dau g hter stepped forward. I am not in sympathy with your cause, as you know. There is a trick in this challenge. You are the besieged and have the advantage. Once in the open you will be at the mercy of the weapons of the dragoons.'' "We are well armed," said Captain Lowry with a bow. B ides we outnumber the enemy, as Lieu tenant Pierce has said." Let me answer Colonel Tarbell," and Patience advanced toward the door. "I owe you gratitude, Captain Lowry. Rebel though you are, you shall not fall a victim to British chicanery." Before she could be intercepted she had jerked aside the barricade and was standing on the porch facing the dragoon who still stood like a statute in the yard.

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In Which Beauty Interferes. 87 Colonel Tarbell's proposition is declined," said she, "You will so inform your commander." The red-coated dragoon turned on his heel and marched back. "It was all a trick," said Miss Patience as she came back to the little group in the tap-room. "I know something of Colonel Leslie Tarbell for he has been our guest." 'We were willing to accept the chaI!enge," replied Frank. \Vhile we were not to force a fight upon this expedition we were not to play the coward." To this the girl vouchsafed no reply but walked to the window. Leslie Tarbell will show his hand now," she said in a half undertone. He will either fight or run away." By my life he is running away I" exclaimed Benjamin. There was a hasty gathering at the window, and the dragoons were seen mounting their horses. In a moment all were in the saddle and Colonel Tarbell rode forward with his face aflame with passion. "We will not as ault a place where the daughter of a friend is exposed to peril," said he in a loud and clear voice. I shall meet Captain Lowry and his young traitors on the coming battlefield. There the loss we have sustained to-day shall be avenged. Long live King George and confusion to the rebels of North America I"

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88 In Which Beauty Interferes. With this and a farewell gesture he plac e d himself at the head of his men and a moment lat e r the last dragoon's plume fluttered on top of the lit tle hill and then disappeared. "It's good riddance! exclaimed T o m Hapg ood, but I wish we c9uld have fought them." "Never mind, Tom,'' said Benjamin, "the end is not yet."

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CHAPTER VIII. MISS DOROTHY SHAY AGAIN. THE sudden and totally unexpected termination of the siege of the inn promised to be more than a nine days' wonder among the Boys of Liberty. The depart ure of Colonel Tarbell and his dragoons left Captain Lowry and his command to retrace their steps or seek still further for the information desired by General Morgan. Captain Frank, however, concluded that the presence of the enemy near the inn would satisfy the rifleman general, and it was deemed best to return to the American camp. Master Rogers was not loth to see the young heroes depart, for while they remained at the inn it would be an inducement, he thought, for Leslie Tarbell to come back and resume the battle. Such an event might imperil his tavern, already somewhat battered up by the engagement that had taken place, and when Frank announced th e ir departure, the Tory innkeeper's joy knew no bounds. As for Mistress Patience, she had already slipped away to her carriage with a few parting words, and 89

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90 Miss Dorothy Shay Again. almost before Captain Lowry missed her, she was far from the scene of her adventure. The march back to the American encampment was w ithout special i ncident, and the Boys of Liberty were received by their comrades with demonstrations of delight. Captain Frank at once s e t out for General Morgan's quarters, where he regaled the old patriot with the exciting story of the expedition. So you had a brush with my old friend Colonel Tarbell? exclaimed Morgan Yes, and but for the interference of Mistress Clarke we might not have come off so well." "I owe the young lady, Tory though she is, my compliments," said the general. I know her father quite well, and a more bitter partisan than he does not live in the colony. I'm sure he will not approve of his daughter's act whe n he hears of it." And I am quite as sure she cares but little," smiled Frank. She is a young lady w it h a will of her own and the disapproval of her father will not sit heavy on her mind. But what has become of my pris oner, General Morgan?" "Captain Sinclair, whom you so cleverly took at Albany? General Gates paroled him on his honor." It was plain from General Morgan's looks that he did not approve of this act of his superi o r, but Captain Lowry did not press him for his opinion Captain Sinclair had been captured within the American lines, and this act of his almost constituted

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Miss Dorothy Shay Again. 91 the role of spy, hence Frank wa greatly astonished when he learned that General Gates had turned him loose without a court of inquiry. The next time I catch the with some b itte rness, said he, I shall not hand him over to G e neral Gates." "Turn him over to me, my boy," said Morgan. "I'll agree to see that he is fairly tried." As Captain Lowry walked back to his quarters he wondered how matters were shaping themselves in A}bany. If he could have 'bri dge d the pace that int e rvened bet w een the American camp and that town, he might have wi s h ed to have been there. The reader will recoll ect the adventure of the fire ar m s taken from Mistress Shay's cellar by the minion of Mordecai Tripp, the Tory. Miss Dorothy believed she could put her hand on the pe r on who had c o ncealed the weapons and she resolved to do so. She did not intend to rest under the charge of concealing firearms when she was en tirely innocent. The morning after the discovery of the lot and the sudden departure of Master Tripp from the Shay home, Dorothy might have been seen early on the street. It was market morning and the long line of old fashioned vehicl e s load e d with all sorts of produce were to be seen in their accustomed places.

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92 Miss Dorothy Shay Again Swinging her basket lightly, the young girl joined the other purchasers and soon reached a butcher's stall. "How now, Mistress Shay?" exclaimed the butcher, as he bent over his block with a patronizing smile. What shall it be this morning-a rib roast or an appetizing tenderloin? I believe I shall try the tenderloin," said Dorothy. I am quite alone at present and my larder needs but little store." "How goes the war?" asked Master Gassaway, the butcher. They do say that General Burgoyne will be hemmed in before he reaches New York." The patriot girl of old Albany glanced around be fore she replied and then she lowered her voice. "They are setting the trap now, Maste r Gassaway,'' said she. Burgoyne is on that famous promenade he pledged to King George." "If we could only bag him it might end the war!" General Gates and his officers will do their part in this redcoat hunt. But, Master Gassaway, will you please look over your shoulder and ee if that isn't Dannie Deane talking to Mistress Walker at the turnip counter? The butcher did as was requested and answered in the affirmative. I thought so. He's been watching me. I have a little crow to pick with Master Dannie---"

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Miss Dorothy Shay Again. 93 Pick it clean," exclaimed the butcher, as he turned away to wait on another customer. Dorothy passed down the walk and paused near the person she had singled out. At that moment Master Deane, a large, well-built young man, turned from the lady to whom he was talking and bowed to Dorothy. I seldom sec you any more, Dannie," said the young girl with much familiarity. You don't come our way very often? "No, Miss Dorothy; to tell the truth I get out but little nowadays. Then, this war has entirely upset me and I care little for the old pleasures of life." Dorothy set her basket down and became con fidential. I always like to talk to you, Dannie," said she, put ting on her sweetest smile. "Thats kind of you now, isn't it? I never thought you girls cared for me." "We like pleasant young men," continued the young girl. Come round and call, Dannie." Master Deane blushed to the roots of his hair. Isn't your basket a little heavy, Miss Dorothy? he suddenly inquired. Quite a little if you please." "Then you'll let me carry it, I know." This was ust what the cunning little rebel wanted and she smiled to herself as Master Deane picked up the basket and placed himself at her side.

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94 Miss Dorothy Shay Again. Dorothy kept up a train of talk all the way h om e Dannie afterward averred that he couldn't get in a word edg eways, but truth to tell, he was so captivated with his companion that he didn t try When Dorothy opened the door of her house she invited her escort inside and in a short time Master Deane was seated in Mistress hay's arm-chair with crossed feet, while he watched every movement of the charming girl. Dannie," suddenly said Dorothy, you know Master Hicks who works for Peter Popp at harnes.s makin g?" "Job Hicks, the ganglin g?" sneered Dannie. "I know him, but you mus tn't think that I am his friend." You mean that you don't associate with him? correct ed the girl. "Ye yes, I gu s tha t' it.' "Job's a nice fellow for all that," and Dorothy, as he spoke, watched her companion narrowly. I d o n't think o if y ou'll p a rd o n me, Miss Dorothy," exclaimed Dannie "Jo b Hicks is-I don't like to say it, you know, but he's for the king Like a good many others in Albany." Yes, like Peter Popp, Master Tripp, andand--" And m y self, for instancet and Dorothy leaned for ward and looked into Ma s ter Deane's face. "We ll, I declare I I never took you for the king's friend."

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Miss Dorothy Shay Again. 95 And I never thought you would hide a lot of muskets in my cellar." These words caused the eyes of Dannie Deane to almost fly from his head. His face turned white and his hands suddenly fell from the arms of the chair. What do you mean, Miss Dorothy? he exclaimed. Me put guns in your cellar?" Wait, I'll show you," and the girl, rising, left the room to return a moment later, carrying the weapons which Mordecai Tripp's man had found in the cellar." Mercy on me I cried Master Dannie at sight of the weapons. "Why, you've got enough there to equip a company of rebels." The girl advanced, deposited the weapons on the table and then looked at her companion. So you're not the person who placed these weapoM behind the cider barrels? she asked. "Why should I, Miss Dorothy? Bless you, I wouldn't do such a thing for the world and it would be quite an inducement. Guns in your cellar? What if the king's spies in Albany should find it out? "One of them did, or at least he had the guns and pistols brought to light." I don't understand." Please to look me in the eye, Dannie? said the young girl, sternly. "You know what sort of handker chief Master Hicks carries?

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96 Miss Dorothy Shay Again. "What's that got to do with the hiding of the guns?" "Never mind that, Dannie. You have seen Master Job's handkerchief?" "There's none other like 'em in all Albany. He got 'em of an old pedlar in New York last summer." And he doesn't give any of them away?" "Not Job Hicks I There isn't a closer man in the whole colony. Him give one o' his handkerchiefs away? It makes me laugh at the very thought. You're trying to be funny, Miss Dorothy." At this the fair rebel opened a drawer in the table and drew out a flashy-looking handkerchief which she spread out before Dannie Deane. "That's it!" he cried. "I mean that's just like one o' Job's New York handkerchiefs." And look here, Dannie. I find two letters in one comer-' J. H.' "Job Hicks I and I'll bet my head his sister Prudence put 'em there.'' Prudence Hicks is good at embroidery," said Dorothy coolly. "Now, where do you think I found the handkerchief, Dannie?" Where you found the guns? Yes, in one of the empty cider barrels. Job said last summer that he would pay me back for what be called a 'trick.' This is the payment. First he hides the weapons in our cellar and then slyly notifies Mor. decai Tripp."

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Miss Dorothy Shay Again. 97 The rascal I cried Dannie indignantly. It's all plain to me,' continued the young girl. Mordecai Tripp knew where the guns were before he came thither. Now I'm going to see Master Hicks." If you do the whole town will know that you are a suspected rebel." Dorothy rose to her feet with flashing eyes. It shall know more than that," she exclaimed, that I am wholly o. It shall hear from my own lips that I hate King George, that my heart is with the reb els of North merica and I shall tell them all that I am the greate t rebel in the colonies." My gracious," cried Dannie, falling back in the chair white-faced and nearly peechless. They' ll almost hang you, Miss Dorothy." "These Tories are too cowardly to go that far,'' she went on, looking like a queen of tragedy to the bewildered Dannie. "Do you know what lately happened in Albany? "No." Captain Lowry of the Boys of Liberty came in and carried off one Captain Sinclair of the king's army from under the very nose of the most blatant Tory i n Al1bany-Mordecai Tripp." Goodness gracious and little whales I cried Dannie, using hi favorite expression "I'll be hollerin' for Washington if I stay longer, Miss Dorothy. You mustn't go after faster Hicks too rough-shod; he's a lion when aroused

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98 Miss Dorothy Shay Again. Dorothy snapped her pretty fingers in Dannie's face. Maybe I'll tame the lion," she laughed. Say nothing about the handkerchief. I only wanted you to identify it. Good day, Master Deane, and between you, and I, success to the hunters of the redcoats in the valley of the Hudson I With these word Dannie was bowed out and went away in a daze of excitement and delight. Shortly after his departure, Mistr ss Shay refolded the tell-tale handkerchief and secreted it in her bead portmanteau. She bent her steps to the harness-making establish ment of Peter Popp and open ed the door. She evi dently knew whom she would find alone on the premises at that early hour and her first glance showed that she was not disappointed. A large young man with a freckled face and reddish hair rose from a work-bench and stood like a staff before the visitor. "Good morning, Mistress Shay," said he, his freckles disappearing in a blush. Have you come for the ha! ter ? "Not for the sort some people seem to be preparing for me," was the reply. "I have come to restore some of your property, Master Hicks." "I am not aware that I have lost any." "Probably not," pursued Dorothy, with an amused smile which only deepened Master Hicks' curiosity, as she opened the little bag at her side. Permit me,

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Miss Dorothy Shay Again. 99 Master Job, to restore your handkerchief, one of the wonderful kind you bought in New York." That instant every ve tige of color fled from the young man's face. "Really, Mis Dorothy--" "It's yours, isn't it? interrupted the girl. It's like mine, but--" "Look at the initials in one corner: 'J. H.,' you see." It must be mine," confessed Job, "rbut where in the world could I have lost it?" Set your brain to thinking a moment, Ma ter Hicks." Job leaned against the work-bench, scratched his head and for a minute relapsed into a deep tudy. It's a mystery," said he at last. "I'll have to give it up, Miss Dorothy." I found your handkerchief where you put the fire arms," she said calmly. The words seemed to take the fellow's breath. "Where I-really, what means all this? I-I-Ibut you haven't said where you found the handker chief." "You lost it in our cellar, in one of the empty cider barrels b e hind which you left the muskets and the pistols. Don't you think it was a piece of dirty work, Master Hicks? I thi the way you serve your king? What if I should lay this across your face?" and the girl caught up a newly-finished whip from the counter.

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100 Miss Dorothy Shay Again. "Don't, Mistress Shay, please don't I" whined Job as he covered his face with his great hands. "I'll relent on one condition. Get away from Albany. I care not where you go. If you are a man, go and fight with Burgoyne for your king." "I'll go, thanks to you, Miss Dorothy," answered the young rascal.

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CHAPTER IX. THE KING'S LEAGUE. MASTER JoB HrcKs stood not upon the order of his going, but within the next few hours collected his few belongings and stole out of Albany headed in direction of Burgoyne's trail. Was it possible that the fellow intended to take Miss Dorothy at her word and join the army a vancing from the north with the intention of overwhelming the American forces? He had never before shown any desire to make war on any one, but, banished from the scene of his rascality by a pretty girl, he seemed desirous of putting as many miles be tween himself and Mistress Shay as possible. Dorothy went home much elated with her victory. She had found the person who had secreted the arms in her cellar, no doubt at the instigation of the Tory clan and it was probable that the end was not yet. She was likely to receive another domiciliary visit from Mordecai Tripp and he made up her mind to face the old Tory and defy him to do his worst. A whole day passed and nothing occurred. All the time rumors came into Albany thick and fast from the seat of war. It was said that Burgoyne's army, largely aug-101

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102 The Kjng's League. m nted by Indians and Tori was still sweeping everything before it and that Gates shov ed signs of retreat. Of cour e the latter rumor was not true. The American had not gone hunting for the British gen eral without a decided purpo e. The patriots were eager to try conclusions with the enemy, for they believed that the further Burgoyne got from his base of supplies the surer they were of finally bagging him. Mistress hay heard the conflicting rumors and tried to verify them. he visited round among h r patriot nei g hbors in tent on finding consolation if else, but she kept to herself the incident of the concealed firearms. It was dark when she returned from her visit and opened the door of her house. Taking a faggot from the hearth she lit the candle and placed it on the table. The next moment she re coiled with a little cry, for there in the mi d dle of the room sat Peter Popp, the harness-maker. Master Popp had coolly taken possession of the hou e during Dorothy's absence and looked as if he owned it. Good night, Master Popp," said the girl when she recover ed her breath. You are the last visitor I expected." The harness-maker bowed and looked Dorothy over from head to foot.

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The King's League. 103 "Having business with you, Mistress Dorothy," said he, "I thought I would call this evening." Business? echoed the fair patriot. I cannot imagine the nature of it.' "Ah, ah I hemmed Peter. I dare say you will be surprised when I make it known. You see these are troublesome times. War is not far from our doors and we may soon hear the sound of cannon." "Then you have late news?" Not very late, only it is certain that General Bur goyne has an army large enough to annihilate his opponents, the rebels. Oh, is that all l\faster Popp?" smiled Dorothy. "You may have read that the battle is not always with the strong." "I've read a good many thing in my time, was the reply. "I have come to say that you have placed yourself under suspicion." In hat way, plea e?" It i currently reported that you have been allied with the rebels in a manner ufficient to cause your arrest." "And pray who will arrest me?" exclaimed the girl. "You forget ," said Peter, "that the king's people are strong in Albany." Men like Master Tripp and Peter Popp." I am a man of peace," protested Peter. I abomi nate war. I--"

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104 The King's League "Yet you tell me that I may be arrested. Why, Master Popp, you forget that I have but to raise my hand to summon some formidable friends to my side." "An idle boast, no doubt," commented Peter as he took a pinch of snuff from a box adorned with the king's likeness. My dear Mistress Shay, would it not be better for your safety if you would come quietly to Master Tripp's to-night and take the oath of allegiance to His Royal Majesty?" A deep flush over pread Dorothy's face and was followed by sudden paleness. What, me take the oath of allegiance to King George?" she cried. "Do you know, Master Popp, to whom you are talking? "I am addressing Mistress Dorothy Shay," smiled the harness-maker "What I am saying is for your own good. You are aware, as all the town is, that Captain Sinclair of the king's service was carried off by one Captain Lowry of the rebel army and it is currently reported that this same Captain Lowry is a close friend of yours.' "I have heard of Captain Sinclair's misfortune, to call it by no other name,'' answered Dorothy. It was a brave feat whoever did it, and, since I know Cap tain Lowry, I am especially glad that he had the honor of cutting short the young officer's stay in Albany It was a low trick,'' said Master Popp with a frown I wish we had been able to prevent his contumacious act."

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The King's League. Dorothy could not help enjoying the Tory's anger. He had flushed with rage till he was crimson and his hands trembled on the arms of the chair like aspen leaves. "And so you desire me to take the king's oath?" she inquired, with a smile. It is the best thing we can do under the circum stances." And to whom shall I send my answer through you, Master Popp? "To the King's League." Does such an organization exist in Albany?" "Yes." Is it far away?" "Nearer than you think, Mistress Shay," said Peter. "It is even now in session." The young girl went over to a rack in one corner of the room and took therefrom shawl and bonnet. Peter looked at her with amazement in his eyes. Come, Master Popp,' said she, we will go at once to the King's League?" 'What, would you really face it to-night?" "Yes, and the sooner the bett e r," was the reply. How can I take the oath unless I am in the presence of the proper persons? It wa evident that the harness-maker of lbany did not believe that Dorothy was in earn e st. He sat ha! f stupefied in the depths of the chair and looked at her, unable to speak.

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106 The King's League. Are you not coming? she asked. The night passes, Master Popp, and the sooner the king has a new subject the better." "My dear Miss Dorothy," said Pet r with a gesture of fear, "I am not authorized to conduct you to the King's League." But I want to face it," was the reply. Is it not now in se sion in Master Tripp s house? \Vho told you, mis ? "I am a good guesser," smiled Dorothy. "At Mas ter Mordecai 's, is it? I am anxious to mee t Master Tripp under his own roof. You know he i a good and loyal subject of the king and it is said he has a p o rtrait of Royal Geor g e in his dining-room." Peter did not see fit to confirm this, but rose slowly to his feet. If you insist, to the King's League it shall be," he exclaimed. I guarantee you safe conduct thither, so do me the favor of following me." Half a minute later Mistress Shay was beyond the hou e at the side of h e r guide. She wa tc h e d the old Tory closely as he ambled alon g and at last found herself in front of Master Tripp's house Peter gave three peculiar raps on the door, which was immedi a tely opened. Dorothy was conducted through a long hall to a door which Peter opened. The fair rebel stood face to face with half a dozen of the most prominent Tories of Albany.

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The King's League. 107 In the midst of this group sat Mordecai Tripp, the head of the partisan league, while around the great table in the middle of the room reposed the others in mahogany chairs. The entrance of Peter and his companion was a signal for all to become alert. "Aha!" cried Mordecai, the first to find his tongue, o you have brought the young lady along?" She insisted on coming," said Peter, "and there was nothing to do but to bring her with me." Which was the proper thing to do, Master Popp Mistress Shay is welcome." Dorothy executed a curtsey after the custom of the times and then, drawing her figure to its true height, waited for the Tory League to open the ball. Durin g the brief silence that followed Dorothy's obeisance Master Tripp lolled back in his chair toying with his snuff-box. Mis tress Shay," he said at last, "you have been adjudged a rebel by the King's League. In order to protect you, we who have your best interests at heart, deem it necessary that you take the king's oath." A fla h seemed to come into Dorothy's eyes and Peter Popp, who stood at the back of Mordecai's chair, feared that a bomb was likely to fall among the King's League. I am glad," said the girl mildly, that you take such a great interest in my welfare. Not long ago

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108 The King's League. Master Tripp was in another humor underneath my own roof." This allusion to the episode of the firearms caused Mordecai Tripp to cast his gaze toward the carpet. If Mistress hay will but take the king's oath," put in another Tory at the end of the table, she will not live in fear of any annoying visits." You mean, sir, that arms will not be secreted in my cellar for a purpose," flashed the girl. That was indeed an unfortunate affair said Mor decai. To tell the truth it was to protect our fair friend that we have thought best to administer the king's oath." With this the great Tory of Albany opened a drawer in the table and drew out writing materials. For a little while nothing was heard but the scratching of the qui11 as it ran back and forth on the sheet bP.fore Mor decai, and it was some time before that worthy raised hi head. When he had sanded the document, he read it with a great deal of gusto. It was the oath to which Dorothy was expected to subscribe, an oath which renounced all love for the cause of liberty and allied the taker upon the side of King George. The patriot girl li tened to the reading without a word. Now," said Mordecai, "if Mistress Shay will step forward and append her name to the king's oath she will do his majesty a service."

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The King's League. 109 The pen was placed across the paper and all eyes were turned towards the ward of liberty. Suddenly Dorothy stepped forward and bent ovt:r the document. Mordecai rubbed his hands gleefully Slowly the beautiful girl took up the eagle's quill and then flung it across the room. In another second the king's oath was snatched from the table and before one of the white-faced Torie could interfere she had torn it in twain and scattered the pieces at the feet of the King's League. Mercy I cried Mordecai, is the young woman mad? 1 Dorothy had fallen back and was confronting the group calm but white-faced. Not mad, Master Tripp. Think you that I will sign the king's oath when every breath I breathe is for liberty in North America? Think you that I will put my name to a lie, for your oath says that I respect King George. Never will I sign a paper like the one I have just destroyed. I am for the colonies, or in other words, I am r ebel. My daily wish is for freedom's cau e, my nightly prayer for the new banner which the colonies have adopted. For the oppressor George I have neither respect nor love. Nay, gentlemen, I sign no oaths that divorce me from the love of human lib erty." As the last word fell from Dorothy's tongue, she cro ssed the room and reached the door.

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110 The King's League. Stop her I roared Mordecai Tripp, throwing out his hand. "She t,nust feel the hand of the King's League. If she will not take the oath she mu t pay for her temerity in tearing up the sacred paper." "Lay no hands upon me I" said Dorothy coolly. Though I am in your house, Master Tripp, I shall defend myself." You're an out-and-out rebel, sirree I From this moment, yes," was the defiant answer. When you cro s the threshold of my home you enter a spot dedicated to American freedom. Good-night, gentlemen." Dorothy's hand turned the knob of the door and she stepped into the hall. "Stay!" cried Mordecai. "Do you detain the con tumacious minx, Master Popp." The harness-ma ker rose from his chair and came forward. At that moment a door back of Master Tripp's chair was thrown open and a young man in a British uni form stepped forward. Captain inclair exclaimed Mordecai Tripp. A t your service, gentlemen," replied Captain Lowry's late captive, doffing his hat. My dear Captain, how in the world did you effect your escape? continued Mordecai You were car ried off but lately by that audacious rebel, Captain t Lo ry--"

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The King's League. I I I And I am now here, as you see," added Captain Sinclair. "It's a miracle." "Not much of one after all. General Gates did not approve of his subaltern's act and be set me at liberty. You see I am rea dy to draw my sword in the coming battle." Good! good I" came from every Tory mouth, fol lowed by a clapping of hands. This unexpected episode seemed to rivet Dorothy to the floor of the halJ. Ho! who have we yonder? asked the returned pris oner, as his eye fell suddenly upon the fair rebel. "Mistress Shay who has just now performed an act which calls for universal condemnation," answered Mordecai. Captain Sinclair crossed the space that separated him from Dor othy and held out his hand. "Permit me to congratulate you on your appear ance," said he. I understand that Captain Lowry is a friend of yours." I have the honor of being acquainted with Captain Lowry. I trust he is well." I did not stop to inquire after his health before leaving the American camp,'' replied Captain Sinclair with an effort. "I am free to say, Mistress Shay, that should I meet the rebel captain in battle, his health may decline." "Think not there are no swords as good as yours I'"

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112 The King's League. exclaimed Dorothy with a flush. "You will discover that the blades drawn in the cause of freedom are as well tempered and wielded as those that fl.ash in the sunlight of British oppression. I bid you good-night, Captain Sinclair." With this and a sparkle in her eyes, Dorothy turned away and walked unmolested from the house. "Well! well I" exclaimed one of Mordecai Tripp's friends, If all rebels are like that one King George will never conquer his American colonies."

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CH PTER X. THE PARDON OF BURGOYNE. CAPTAIN SINCLAIR, Frank Lowry's late prisoner, was glad to get back among the king's friends at Albany. He had escaped a strict examination through the perversity of General Gates. Had he fallen into the hands of Arnold or Morgan he might not have fared so well and he was overjoyed at his unexpected freedom. It was his desire to again encounter Captain Lowry, not as before, but on the field of battle, and from all appearances he would soon have the opportunity. While eneral Burgoyne is marching southward to his doom let us transport the reader to his encampment and witne s the state of affairs there. At the head of the finest body of redcoats that ever trod the soil of any country he was determined to win laurels not only for himself but for the cause he served. It was true that he had promised King George that with ten thousand men he would promenade from the Canadas to the Bay and sweep all resistance from his path. The British monarch had given him his pick of IIJ

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114 The Pardon of Burgoyne. his veterans and to these had been added Johnson's Greens, to say nothing of the Indians who obeyed the command of Brant, the great Mohawk chieftain. There was everything in Burgoyne's favor. His generals were skilled in the art of war and with such officers as Fraser and Riedesel, he might well give forth the boast he had made. Not many miles from the American camp the British army had halted for the night. General Burgoyne sat alone in his tent after having issued commands for the coming day. He was the most accomplished officer of the king in America and, above all things, he was a perfect English gentleman. All at once the flaps of the tent were parted and an Indian made his appearance. The savage wore the insignia of a Mohawk chief though he was not the renowned Brant. Burgoyne cast his eyes upon the warrior who with folded arms and as motionless as a statue silently regarded him. What does my red brother want? queried Burgoyne. "Red Wolf ha come to see the great general of the king's army," was the reply. I am he," answered Burgoyne. "Red Wolf would show ht brother what he has done. He was at the fight at Oriskany." Yes, yes." The following moment the savage drew into view an

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The Pardon of Burgoyne. I I 5 object at sight of which an indignant flash lit up the eyes of the British general. What is that? asked Burgoyne with a gesture of disgust. It is the scalp of the wife of one of the Longknives." "An American woman's scalp?" cried the officer. Do you not know that I object to such inhuman war fare? I will have none of it. It is too horrible." "But Red Wolf serves the king." Not my king I exclaimed Burgoyne. General Gates would fasten the murder of Jane McCrea upon me, but I have answered him that not for the wealth of the world would I dye my hands with the blood of a woman." The Indian, unabashed by these words, stood erect with the loathsome object dangling from his red hands. Take it out of my sight I cried the Briton. You de erve nothing at my hands for such atrocity." "Doe not my white brother love bis red allies?" "If I had my way not one of you would march to day under the English flag," was the reply. "I com mand white so ldiers.'' But, brother--" Burgoyne waved the redskin into silence and sprang to his feet. Go! he almost thundered. Go back to your own race. I would be alone."

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116 The Pardon of Burgoyne. With a furious look the Indian turned slowly on his heel and disappeared. "Woe is me that such brutes must march under my banner," he said aloud. "Why must it be so? Cannot we conquer these rebellious people without making war on women and children?" He had hardly concluded when once more the door of the tent was darkened by another form and a white man in frontier dress stood before him. A frown began to gather at Burgoyne's mouth. His second visitor was the infamous Walter Butler, the leader of a lot of Tories and Indians whose deeds had cast a stigma upon the English arms. "What now, Captain Butler?" asked Burgoyne. "Your Excellency, I have come to say that several of my men have been shot by the rebels not far from here." everal of your Indians? "Yes, my Mohawks." And you seek vengeance? uch is my desire. We can swoop down upon a little settlement near the river and pay the rebels back in their own coin." I am glad you have come first to me, Captain Butler said Burgoyne. "You would lead your Indians hither and they would butcher indiscriminately. I will not have it. "But they are rebels, Your Excellency," persisted Butler.

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The Pardon of Burgoyne. I I 7 "Women and children, no doubt," answered the leader of the king s forces. I will not have it, I say." Butler bit his lip with keen vexation. My Indians demand vengeance." Let them seek it when we encounter the American army." But you know that the Indians do not stand well in battl e ." "Then let the cowards withdraw at once I" cried Bur g o y ne as he br o ught his fis t down upon the table. "I am a s hamed that they are s e rvin g under the British flag. Is that all, Captain Butler? "I am sorry, Your Excell e ncy. That is all." The young Tory saluted and withdrew and Burgoyne threw a cloak over his shoulders and left the tent. He had not gone far before he was stopped by a man who alighted from a carriage to which were hitched two coal black horses. "Welcome, friend Clarke I" said the British general, the moment he e spied the man. I am glad to meet you again, General. I am not alone. My daughter is in the carriage." Aha I Mistre s Patience," exclaimed Burgoyne, as he approached the vehicle. I shall be delighted to see the young damsel." He open e d the door of the carriage with his own hands and peered inside. He diml y caught sight of a figure that reclined among the heavy cushions of the trap.

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r I 8 The Pardon of Burgoyne. "Come out, Mistress Patience," he aid in bantering tones. "You hide like a timid hare." "Well may she hide," exclaimed her father, "from :vhat she has lately done." he has done the king no wrong, I am sure," said Burgoyne. ye, but she has, Your Excellency," was the rer 1y. You see she i ashamed to meet you, General In fact, she is even now a prisoner." How a prisoner? and Burgoyne glanced at :Master Clarke. "She shall confess!" cried Mis s Patience's father. "Where is your headquarters, General?" "Almo t within hail, sir," and with this the officer turned and walked back. When the carria e had halted at the door of General Burgoyne's tent a young girl stepped out of the vehicle and, led by her father, entered the marquee. 1iss Patience's face was pale but a light of indigna tion had appeared in her eyes. She bowed gracefully to Burgoyne and silently awaited his words. You are as pretty as ever," said the Briton, flatter ingly, "I cannot believe that you have done anything again st the king's cause." Let me speak," exclaimed the Tory. "But lately she has been to the American camp. It was for the purpose of getting news that would help our cause, Your Excellency.'' Who sent the young lady thither?

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The Pardon o f Burgoyne. I I 9 "I did, Your Excellency." I know your zeal, Ma ter Clarke,' said Burgoyne. It is commendable, but the sending of this young girl into danger--" "My daughter is shrewd,'' was the interruption "Well, did she succeed?" She failed, but that i not the worst of it. She has given aid and comfort to the enemy. General Burgoyne turned from the Tory and fixed his gaze upon the motionless girl in the middle of his tent. "I dare not think so,' he said, half addressing him self. That so fair a damsel and one reared in her father's belief should give aid and comfort to our enemies is beyond my comprehension." Will General Burgoyne Ii ten to me?" at this juncture exclaimed Patience. Proceed, Mistres Patience." I did enter the American camp. It was at the instigation of my father yonder. The mi sion was not of my own seeking. I was arrested by the rebels and imprisoned but not b efo re I had possessed myself of certain papers which might have been of much use to you." Ah, you succeeded, then?" cried Burgoyne, hold ing out his hand. I will pass upon the importance o f those papers." I do not possess them," said Patience with a s i gh.

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I 20 The Pardon of Burgoyne. I was enabled to conceal them in one of my shoes--" A capital idea, miss." They were safe there. I was visited in prison befor e the rebels had a chance to search me by a young American officer whom I met in New York and, woman-like, realizing my situation, I broke down and confessed to him." "Woman-like,' snarled the Tory. "Her courage oozed out at her finger-ends." Captain Lowry took the papers and, without looking at them, consigned them to the flames," continued Patience. And prevented them from r eaching General Gates--" "And yourself, General." Burgoyne did not reply. "That is not all, nor is it the worst," cried the Tory, stamping his foot on the boards of the marquee. You shall hear the rest from my lips," exclaimed Patience. I am for the king. If I thought there was one drop of rebel blood in my veins I would let it out. I was afterward relea ed from captivity through the interces s i on of Captain Lowry. I owed him something. There came a time not long afterward when I found him hard pressed by Your Excellency's dragoons com mand ed by Colonel Tarbell. They had besieged the rebels in the Red Horse Inn known to all this country. When I arrived upon

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The Pardon of Burgoyne. 1 2 I the scene there had been some fighting and Colonel Tatfuell was about to renew the assault. I confess that, remembering what Captain Lowry had done for me in the American camp, I interfered and prevented the attack Colonel Tarbell has not reported," said Burgoyne, "therefore I have not heard his version of the affair." "She got the reb els off," put in the Tory. "In other words, Your Excellency, she caused Colone l Tarbell to be defeated while Captain Lowry and the Boys of Liberty escaped with whole skins." Surely," cried General Burgoyne with a smile, "you have had adventures, miss." "And I have brought her to you for punishment," added Master Clarke. We cannot let such acts pas unnoticed." I await your sentence, General Burgoyne," said the girl. I plead guilty to having saved the lives of Captain Lowry and his Boys o( Liberty, but I am none the less the king's advocate." A singular expression spread over Burgoyne's face. He looked first at Patience and then at her parent. I have never m e t with a ca e of this kind," he said at last. I don't approve of loyalists giving aid and comfort to the enemy. Mistress Patience was sorely tried." And she needs disciplining." "I discipline all offenders of military rules in my army," said Burgoyne. "But in this case--"

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I 2 2 The Pardon of Burgoyne He paused and held out bis hand to the blushing girl. There is no greater trait than gratitude," he con tinued. While I may not approve of everything the young damsel has done she has the pardon of John Burgoyne." Red to the temples went the face of the Tory of New York. "It is infamous--" Silence, sir! thundered Burgoyne. "This is my encampment and I comm and here." Patience's father turned away and walked to the door of the tent. Go back, girl, but are I The next time you may not find me so lenient. Is there some heart love between you and Captain Lowry?" "Not the least!" cried Patience, blushing again. "I shall never wed one who has taken up arms against my king." "Well said," smiled Burgoyne. "When we have subdued the colonies there will be few rebels seeking wives." Taking the hand of Patience the British general escorted her from his tent and handed her into the carriage. Good-night Mistress Patience," he said and then turned to her father. I believe she will not offend again, having paid the debt she owed Captain Lowry of the rebel forces."

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The Pardon of Burgoyne. 123 ''I will see that she does not, Your Excellency." The driver of the carriage who had remained at his post during the interview gave the blacks the whip and the vehicle bowled through the British encampment. I'll see that you do not get another chance to put me to shame, exclaimed Tory Clarke as he clutched his daughters arm. You'll be turning rebel next." "Not I," was the reply. "You heard what I told General Burgoyne? That signifies nothing. I will see that you are watched.' The remainder of the ride was made in silence and Patience at last sprang from the carriage and ran up the stair to her little room. It's a pretty howdy-do," growled Tory Clarke as he threw himself into a chair and glared at his wife. What did General Burgoyne do with the chit?" "Pardoned her," was the snappish reply. "Why, he nearly commended her for her treasonable act. She's no child of mine." "Girls have ways of their own," replied Mistress Clarke. "But she's half rebel now. Next thing you will hear of her in the rebel camp." "Never I" cried a voice as the door opened and Patience stood before her parents. To the end of my life I am for the king. I simply paid a debt of gratitude. I would do the same thing again. Captain Lowry saved my life in the rebel camp. But for Cap-

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I 24 The Pardon of Bugroyne. tain Sinclair and you, my father, I would not have set out on my dangerous mission." The old Tory did not reply but took a pinch of snuff from the box containing the king's portrait and com muned with himself. By and by Miss Patience stole away and re-entered her room. There is goodness in General Burgoyne, or at least I must have caught him in good humor." With this she snuffed her candle and crept into bed, wondering what would be the next move on the chess board of war in the Valley of the Hudson.

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CHAPTER XI. THE TALKING PAPER. CAPTAIN FRANK LowRY and his friend, Benjamin Pierce, stood at the confines of the American camp and looked out into the night, which had settled over everything. Their adventures at the Red Horse Inn were still uppermost in their minds and they were wondering if they were destined to again encounter Colonel Tarbell and his dragoons. Truth to tell, Benjamin," said the young commander of the Boys of Liberty, "I should l ike to meet our old foe once more for we did not have the pleasure of holding him when we had him in the trap. He said, you remember, that some day we should hear from him again, and as the battle is not far off we may have that opportunity." "He's brave to a fault," was the answer. "But I have been thinking about Mistress Clarke whose interference saved us from defeat." "You think, then, that we should have lo t in the melee?" "The dragoons were desperate and, protected by 125

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126 The Talking Paper. the outbuildings, as they were, they could have held us in the old tavern till reinforcements arrived." That is probably true, Benjamin At any rate we owe much to Mistress Patience, Tory though she is. It was simply a debt of gratitude she paid, for she did not forget the little assistance I rendered when she was a prisoner in the camp yonder." Lieutenant Pierce might have replied if a strange noise at that moment had not saluted their ears. It came from g loom y woods directly in their front. "We have no scouts out to-night, I think," said Captain Lowry. "None of which I am aware," was the reply. "At any rate some one seems to be out yonder Do you keep this place, Benjamin, while I reconnoiter." "Be ver y discreet, Frank. You know the enemy is almost within striking distance." In another moment the figure of Captain Lowry vanished, l eaving Benjamin where they had stood. The young captain of the Boys of Liberty was well skilled in woodcraft for he had followed the trails of his native fore ts from childhood and knew the guage of the woods like an Indian. Gliding forward he proceeded some distance when he halted beside a tree and listened. The wood now trangely still. Not a sound reached his ears and the cry of the night -birds seemed to have been hushed. I

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The Talking Paper 12 7 All at once, however, while the young captam strained every sense in order to be fully on the alert, the cry of the little owl came to his ears. At first he took but little note of it. It seemed to come from a tree not far off and he strained his eyes to discover the hiding-place of the night mouser of the woods. After an interval of a few seconds the call was answered from a distance and a singular look over spread the young soldier s face. Foes afoot," he said to himself. It is not the call of the owl, but a signal." Thereupon Captain Lowry crept forward a short dis tance and crouched at the foot of a tree. Once more the call was repeated and but for his coolness under danger the youthful Captain would have started to his feet. Footsteps came toward him. He hugged the tree and watched with all eyes. All at once the tread ceased and the silence grew on once more. That foes were near at hand, Captain Frank well knew. But what sort of foes were they ?-Red or white? "So you have come?" he heard a low voice say, and a strange jargon was the reply. "I am glad you're here, Red Wolf," said the same voice in English. "The rebel camp is sou nd asleep and now is our time."

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128 The Talking Paper. "Red Wolf is ready to obey his white 'brother. He has come from the great general's army and his feet have been swift on the trail. The grass does not grow under Red Wolf feet when he is on the many trails of the forest. "That's right chief. You have seen Burgoyne?" I have talked with the king's great soldier." "Well?" He is marching through the forest with an army whose numbers are greater than the l ea ves in the wildwood. He is ready to tear like the wolf and devour like the eagle." "But he must be careful and march and fight with his eyes open," was the reply. "The Americans are fighters and this time they are determined. General Gates has fought before and he has generals under him who are ready to treat our Burgoyne to all manner of strategy and give strokes that kill." "But the Longknives do not know the strength of the king's men," cried the Indian, whose figure Captain Frank could now perceive. Captain Butler is with him and Brant, and Johnson's white men--" Tories all," was the interruption. I have little faith in these white men in real battle. A Tory is naturally a coward, Red Wolf. I have nothing to say against the Indians. They have fought before and know bow to strike the rebels. But you will take my news to General Burgoyne? "Let Red Wolf have the talking paper. He wilt

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The Talking Paper. carry it as straight as the crow flies to the great man in red." Here it is. Take good care of it. It talks to General Burgoy ne and when he reads it he will know how to meet the Americans." "Good, white brother l Red Wolf is off. He will cross the creek where the fallen tree is and then he will run through the forest like a deer." "Now go. I have to go back and play the old game once more." Will not the Longknives uncover my white brother and make him pay for his talking paper?" "Not while my name is Hans Trost. They trust me, these rebels do. I am in the confidence of Gates and his generals." Good I lau ghe d the Indian. Let my white broth er work with his eyes open and he will find more good news for the king's soldier." "That's what Im here for," was the reply "Now, good -bye and good lu ck." Cap tain Frank heard r eceding footsteps in the woods and knew that the secret meeting was over. A minute later he stood at Benjamin's side. "There's treason afoot I cried he, as he clutched Benjamin's arm. "The cause we serve is at stake." What has occurred? I have heard the voice of the traitor and know his name. Know you where the tree spans the creek down yonder?"

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130 The Talking Paper. I saw it but yesterday." Then we must reach it." "But why, captain?" To intercept, if possible, the dispatch even now flying to Burgoyne." "Who carries it?" An Indian who received it at the hands of the traitor. Come, Benjamin, let us try the short cut to the tree. We may distance the red runner." The young soldiers darted off with Captain Lowry in the lead. Over logs they bounded in their eagerness to reach the objective spot and at l ast they crouched on the bank of the forest stream with the log dimly discernible where it spanned the lazy waters. "What if he has passed?" whispered Benjamin. "Then we have lost," replied Captain Frank. "We must take our chances. Perhaps the redskin is not familiar with this near cut. If not he has not yet come." "Listen! There are faint sounds out yonder," Benjamin Pierce said at his captain's ear. "The runner comes The noises increased in plainnes and at last the boys caught sight of a figure at the end of the log. "It is Red Wolf," returned Frank Lowry and that same instant he cocked the pistol he held in his hand. They leaned forward and in the light of the stars

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The Talking Paper 1 3 1 that filtered through the boughs discerned the Indian on the fallen tree. It wa s not far down to the water which was cove r ed with th e fallen foliage of the autumn woods. "Don't miss the mark," s aid Benjamin in low tones. The answer was the crack and flash of Captain Lowry 's weapon and a wild cry went forth as the figure on the tree fell backward and disappeared. The sound of a splash followed the cry and the boys sprang up. Come! cried Captain Frank. The Indian is in the water and we must secure the dispatch." They scram bled down the bank carrying a lot of gravel with them and landed side by side at the edge of the water. "He is gone I' cried Benjamin. I surely hit the mark Benjamin. One cannot miss an Indi an at ten paces." But I hear no sound. I--" The sente nce was never fini hed, for something whizz ed past the speaker's head and buried itself half way in the bank. There it quivered, an Indian arrow, the feathered end pointing towards the youth whom it had barely missed. He lives I" ejaculated Captain Frank. "The red-skin is wounded and fired one of his deadly shafts." But I see him not." "The arrow talks, Benjamin," was the reply J\t this moment there was a commotion among the

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' 132 The Talking Paper. leaves not far off and the boys dropped to the ground. A groan followed the noise and for some time the young partisans remained motionless. "Wait! not so fast," whispered Captain Frank as bis lieutenant was about to go forward. It may be an Indian trick. These redskins are as cunning as foxes." But the groan, Frank? It may be a decoy." It came again, fainter than before and at last died away in a manner which convinced the young soldiers that it was no deception. They advanced cautiously and at last stood over a dark figure at the edge of the water. Look I cried Benjamin. It is the redskin." Captain Frank stooped and bent over the figure on the ground. It is the Indian sure enough," he said, looking up at his companion. "Now for the dispatch." The boys searched the body of the Mohawk and were about to give up in despair when Frank's hand, feeling underneath the deer-skin belt, came in contact with something soft. I have it, Benjamin! he exclaimed. What, the dispatch ? Aye, the paper that will hang some one." Frank drew forth his find which he placed in his pocket and rose to his feet. "Let us first give the Indian burial," said Benjamin. Foe though he was, he was one by nature."

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The Talking Paper. 133 That is true." They carried the body of the young Mohawk to a secluded spot where the ground was soft and with sharpened sticks made a grave into which they placed it, cover ing the form with dirt and forest leaves. ow for camp," said Captain Frank. We must apprehend the traitor there." ho is he?" "Hans Von Trost." The young lieutenant uttered an exclamation of urprise. "It cannot be, Frank," he exclaimed. But yester day he drank confusion to King George and the health of Washin gto n and Gates." "The two-faced rascal I" was the reply. "He is playing a deep game against liberty in North America and it must fall to our lot to denounce him." You will deliver the dispatch to General Gates? "No, to General Morgan. You remember how lenient Gates was to my prisoner, Captain Sinclair? I shall trust General Gates no more." The return to the American camp was made with all the speed possible. The young soldiers entered it with the aid of the countersign and turned toward General Morgan 's headquarters. "They are making merry in General Morgan's tent," exclaimed Frank, as they neared the marquee. "A council of war, mayhap."

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134 The Talking Paper. No, it is too bois terous for that, returned Ca ptain Lowry. "Hear the laugh go round." Frank and Benjamin drew nearer and a t last s tood within a f e w feet of the tent before whi c h a sentry paced his beat. A light was burning beyon d the curtains which were partly open and the C aptain of the Boys of Liberty clutched his companion 's a rm and looked into his fac e The man we must accuse! he said in th e l o west of whisp e rs. "Look, Benjamin; there is H ans Von Trost." The traitor! Traitor and spy I repeated Captain Lowry. He is now making a speech for liberty." Can there not be some mistake after all, Frank?" asked Benjamin. It is hardly possible. Let us first go to our own tent and look at the dispatch." An excellent idea. Listen What is M aste r Trost saying? 'We shall crush Burgoyne an d m ake s ure of American liberty.' There, Captain Frank, th a t does not savor of treason?" "Words to blind, maybe, but to our ten t ." Within a short time the two soldier c h um s stood within their own quarters and were bendin g over a table upon which stood a lighted candle C aptain Frank with some solemnity took the cap ture d paper from his pocket and smoothed its creases In a nother moment be gave utterance to a cry of disappoin t ment.

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The Talking Paper. 135 It is written in cypher," said he with a rapid glance toward Benjamin. "I might have known. That is the way of secret messages. But there must be some one in the American camp who can find the key." Hans Von Trost knows it evidently." And he shall tell I cried Captain Lowry. Back to eneral Morgan's tent." ver the same ground they had just trodden sped the two companions in arm Lights still shone in the marquee occupied by the famous commander of the American riflemen. As they approached the tent, their gait became slower and at last they hal t ed where they had stood a few moments before. Gentlemen," they heard the familiar voice of Morgan say, "if our friends were all as true as Master Trost we would never despair of American liberty." "Listen," exclaimed Benjamin. General Morgan trusts the rascal." "Aye but he does not know whom he met ln the forest to-night. We must stake everything on the accusation and if we have su picioned wrongly--" "I fear we may have blundered, Captain Frank. The little party has broken up." "Now is our time if ever," said Captain Lowry. Our intentions are the best and we are serving freedom's cause even if we have blundered, as you intimate."

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The Talking Paper. With this Frank moved fearlessly forward and gained the door of the tent. In another moment he was in the midst of half a dozen American officers among whom stood Hans Von Trost. Welcome, Captain Lowry I cried Morgan. You are a little tardy. Where have you been?" "Watching spies and traitors! I have here a dis patch which wa sent from our camp to-night by the hands of Red Wolf, the Mohawk."

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CHAPTER XII. THE CHASE OF THE SPY WHILST his captain spoke the fateful words Benjamin watched the face of Hans Von Trost. If it altered its expression he could not perceive it. The man was as cool as one could be. What," exclaimed General Morgan, as he took the compromising paper from Captain Lawry's hands. "A traitor in my camp? How is this, my young sir?" I have no doubt the paper when deciphered, will speak for itself,'' was the reply. s I have said, general, it was sent from the camp to-night by the hands of Red Wolf, a Mohawk Indian." But never was delivered? "Red Wolf, through no fault of his own, failed of his mission." I see," and there was a twinkle in Morgan's eyes. I thank you, young sirs." With this he opened the paper and glancing over it for a moment, laid it on the table. "This shall be attended to,'' said he. "We must have no spies among us just now." Von Trost turned to the old rifleman and held out his hand. 137

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138 The Chase of the Spy. I shall bid you good-night, general," he said, with out the slightest tremor in his voice. I trust all will go well. We cannot afford to lose the game now." We shall not lose it I answered Morgan, Mat ters are now drifting in the right direction, and we shall come out of this campaign with flying colors if every man does his duty." In another moment the figure of Hans Von Trost glided from General Morgan's tent. Frank and Ben jamin almo s t uttered cries of disappointment. "General," exclaimed Captain Lowry, as he darted forward and laid his hand on Morgan's buckskin sleeve. The one whom we suspect has just left your tent." "The traitor and spy, do you mean?" Yes, the man who delivered the dispatch to Red Wolf, the Mohawk." I cannot believe it, Captain." But it is true. He will escape, and that before he can be apprehended." Whom do you suspect ? Your late guest, General, Hans Von Trost." What, the man who has just drank the health of Washington and success to our holy cause? It is im possible I "Let me tell you all,'' and Frank was about to pro ceed when General Morgan interrupted him. If he is the suspected one he must be stopped at once. The dispatch may fasten his guilt"

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The Chase of the Spy. 139 He hurried to the door of the tent and hailed the sentry. Summon Captain Rutherford here at once," he commanded. "Tell him I must ee him without delay." The guard posted off while Morgan came back and listened to Captain Lowry's account of the adventures of the night. It seems incredible said the old rifleman at the conclusion of the narrative. We are now on the eve of a battle. It may take place to-morrow, for Bur goyne is quite near us. We must not have any of our plans revealed at this juncture. Ah, here is Captain Rutherford." The officer who had been summoned stood at at tention in the marquee whilst Morgan talked rapidly. "You will see that Master Von Trost, whom you know, does not quit the camp," said the general. You will arrest him on sight, Captain, and bold him under severe guard." It shall be done," and with this the American cap tain posted off. "I'm afraid it is too late,'' said Captain Lowry. "Captain Rutherford will find, I fear, that the bird has flown." Half an hour later the officer returned to Morgan's tent and reported that Von Trost was gone. It is too bad snapped the old rifleman, a his eyes seemed lo flash. That this man whom I have trusted

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The Chase of the Spy. should be a spy for the enemy! Wait, he i not yet at the end of his halter." Meantime Frank and Benjamin had gone to their quarters but not to rest. The events of the night were still uppermost in their minds and they feared that the spy had really escaped. Come, Benjamin," cried Frank, we shall also look for this wolf in sheep s clothing. He may elude Cap tain Rutherford, who hardly knows him by sight, but we have seen him often and he shall not escape us." The young continentals sallied forth and were oon ransacking the encampment for the man who had sent Red Wolf away on his fatal mission. The words of General Morgan which predicted a battle within a few hours were no surprise to the young soldiers. They knew that the meeting of the two armies could not long be delayed. General Burgoyne was eager to try conclusions with Gates, and it was with high hopes that he awaited the outcome. The Americans, on the other hand, were buoyant with hopes. They had followed the trail leading to the Valley of the Hudson with one of the be s t armi es ever marshaled in the woods of the new world. Washington had sent Morgan and his riflemen to Gates for he had seen them tried on more than one bloody field. These men were for the m o st part, Vir ginian who had s pent t h e ir live s in the wood s and on more than one occasion they had met and conquered

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The Chase of the Spy. the Indian in his own realm. Morgan himself was a man of great strength, and during the unfortunate campaign of Braddock in the wilderness of the Monon gahela, he had served as teamster and rifleman with crediL Frank and Benjamin searched every nook of the American camp for their quarry. Hans on Trost, no doubt, had taken warning and escaped. They were in the act of giving up the search when they found themselves at a small house which stood within the lines. It was inhabited by a widow woman named McGee, a person who had never expressed her opinion of the war raging throughout the colonies, though it was not suspected that she was anything but a patriot. A light shone in the little window of the house and Captain Lowry rapped lightly on the door. "What is it, young sirs?" demanded the widow, as she came forward with eyes apeak. "Seems to me you make late visits when you should be asleep." "Soldiers are supposed to be watchful," returned Frank, as he pushed forward with Benjamin at his heels. But why this visit? "We happen to be on duty for General Morgan, despite the hour," was the reply. "But I cannot see what that has to do with this call on me. You will do a poor lone woman a favor if

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141 The Chase of the Spy. you will postpone your call to a more respectful hour. I would like to ask, Mistress McGee, if you happen to know one Hans Von Trost--" "What, on Trost of Cutter's Valley? int e r rupted the widow. "I have known him for years, and a meaner man I never came across." I have not asked for your opinion of Master Trost," answer e d Captain Frank with a smile and a glance at Benjamin. "We happen to be looking for him just now." "Not in my house, I tru t, young sirs." "We simply called, seeing a light in your window, to ask if you have seen Master Trost to-rught." Mistress McGee solem1.1ly shook her head. What has Master Trost done that you two young rebels should look for him? she queried. Has he ran off with General Gates or has he stolen some of the cannon? "He has done neither, Mistress McGee. Master Trost just now is badly wanted by General Morgan." "Oho, I see!" exclaimed th e widow. "You may search my house, but pray be careful. "We have no intention of subjecting you to a search," Frank responded. "You have not seen Master Trost to-night--" And have no desire to see him was the int erruption. "I wish you good night, young sirs Mrs. McGee was alone in another moment, but she

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The Chase of the Spy. did not remain in the room. A step carried her to a door which led into an adjoining apartment and she opened it and said in low tones. "You mu t go at once. They are on your heels." A man with a white face came into the small circle of light and looked at the window a few moments. He held a pistol in one hand. I was going to fight like a tiger," said he, half under his br eath. "It was lucky for the young rebels that they went away when they did." What is the matter? asked the woman. Why does General Morgan want you, Master Trost? "I care not to answer you," was the reply. You've offended the rules of the rebel camp, have you?" "Yes." Your offense must be very great, else why should Morgan, whom I know very well, stir up the whole camp to look for you ? Hans Von Trost leaned against the wall and caught his breath in little gasps. General Morgan would hang me on sight," said he. "For what, Master Trost?" For supplying General Burgoyne with informa tion." Then you are a spy? You may call me so, but for heaven's sake speal< the word in a whisper. It makes my blood run cold to hear it."

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144 The Chase of the Spy. The woman set the candle down on the table and shut the door behind her. If you are a hunted spy I cannot harbor you," she said. It places me in the greatest danger." "But you're loyal to the king, aren't you?" "I can't just say where I am. Oh, this cruel war I It will make widows and orphans." If the rebels had not taken up arms against the king--" If the king had not oppressed them you should say," broke in the widow. "You must go But the camp is astir. They are looking for me." "I cannot help that, Master Trost. Every moment spent in my house from now on only compromises me I cannot keep you a moment longer." "The camp will be asleep by midnight." I dare not wait till then." The cowardly fellow almost cringed at the woman's fe et. Give me breathing time," he implored. "Let me remain till twelve o'clock--" And be arrested myself for harboring a spy? I dare not." "Then," almost hissed the man, "I will go." He moved along the wall holding the pistol in his hand and looking for all the world like a hunted wolf. You will find the garden, as you know, back of the house," said the woman who secretly pitied him.

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The Chase of the Spy 1 4 5 The creek is not far off and once you gain Master Temple's house you are safe." "They may find me before I can reach that haven." It is your lookout. I am sure the young soldiers have gone back. I falsified for your sake, Master Trost, and you don't thank me, either. But you mus t go." What if the two young rebels should come back? "I'll have them search the house Hans Von Trost, the hunted spy, glided from the widow's house and disappeared in the garden. It was not far to the T e mple house. He knew that the occupants of the place were in sympathy with the king and that once there he would be safe. Ever uppermost in his mind was the desire to elude the Boys of Liberty. He doubted not that Frank and Benjamin had in tercepted Red Wolf, the messenger, and taken from him the di patch which had been placed in Genera l Morgan's hands. Once deciphered, the message would not only betray but it would condemn him. Morgan would extend no mercy, for he was a n i ron willed patriot, unselfish and loyal to the cause o f l iberty The spy was soon beyond the little garden and, creeping on in the shadows of the night, his feet spurned the ground with the least possible noise. There was something pitiable in this wretch who had turned against freedom for the king, skulking in

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I 46 The Chase of the Spy. the darkness in his desire to escape the fate of the spy. He started at the lightest ound, he grew pale at the chirp of a cricket under hi fe t, and the break ing of a twig sent his heart into his throat. All at once he stopped. Right ahead he caught a sound which seemed to tingle every nerve. A few stars1 looked down upon the American camp, and a cool autumn breeze tirred the branches of the neare t trees. "It was a step," said a voice. "I heard it distinctly. It was coming towards us." "But I do not h ear it now, Captain Frank." Hans Von Trost almost let out a cry of terror. The very ones from whom he had just escaped were still on the trail. Within a few feet of the spot where he had halted stood Frank Lowry and Benjamin Pierce, and it is no wonder that his hat seemed to rise from his head. I'll investigate," said the first voice he heard. If it is not a human being we should know it." A figure came forward. Hans Von Trost braced himself and glued his lips together. He was on the verge of discovery. To remain here is to be taken back-back to. l\Iorgan passed rapidly through his mind. And to go back to the whip-master general of Braddock' s army 'is to die." In another moment he sprang forward like a bound-

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The Chase of the Spy. ing deer. One of his hand half-clenched, shot out and caught Captain Lowry in the face. There was a cry from our hero as he was hurled back, to land on the ground almost at Benjamin s feet. A fleeing figure darted past Lieutenant Pierce. The man-the spy I cried Frank, as he scrambled to his feet. Already Ben jamin had taken in the situation. He was run ning after the object just ahead of him, trying to keep in sight of the man who was benrung every energy to a single purpo e. Captain Lowry joined in the chase, but he was some distance behind his friend. Sudd enly there came a cry from the man in the ad vance. There was a heavy fall and Benjamin quick ened his pace tand off I cried a stern voice, as a figure rose from the grou nd. You shall not take me back to the rebel camp." urrender was Benjamin's reply. "You must abide by the decisio n of General Morgan." r ever, young sir! You can see that I am not helple s," and with this the boys-Frank having come up-saw what was held in the man's hand. The next moment a bit of fire flashed in the faces of the young Americans and a bullet whistled past Cap tain Lo ry's head. "Now both of us I" cried out Frank, and simultaneously he and Benjamin launched themselves for-

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148 The Chase of the Spy. ward and bore their prey to the ground. Even then victory was not theirs, for Hans Von Trost possessed the power and agility of a lion, but at last the boys had him secure and the Tory spy faced the fate of his kind. "Would you let me go free for an hundred pounds? he asked when he caught his breath. No! aid Frank Lowry "not for all the wealth of the monarch whom you serve. We are for liberty in North America

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CH PTER XIII. THE BATTLE OF FREEMAN'S FARM. TnE capture of Hans Von Trost, the spy, promised to be another feather in the caps of the Boys of Liberty. It was in vain that he offered everything he had to be released, for he found the coil tightening about him and knew that if he were taken back to General Morgan, whom he had basely deceived, his punishment would be swift and certain. Frank and Benjamin escorted their prisoner back and turned him over to a guard whom they could trust while they proceeded to Morgan's marquee to relate their adventure. So you have caught the spy?' cried the old rifle man, as his eyes glowed with genuine pleasure. Good, young sirs. I shall see that your feat does not escape the notice of General Gates." "We don't seek notoriety, general,'' replied Captain Lowry. "We were simply doing our duty. Had Von Trost remained a little longer in your tent he would not have had a run for his life." That he would not. As it is he shall have cause to remember his last sprint,'' and with this the old 149

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150 The Battle of Freeman's Farm. soldier turned to other lbut none the less exciting subjects. We may meet the enemy to-morrow ," said he. General Burgoyne is not the man to retreat though we have him pretty well surrounded. He no longer hopes for help from Howe, who, after making a dash up the river, has gone back and Burgoyne is left to his fate." Do you anticipate a victory, general?" asked Captain Frank. I do not see how we can fail with the forces we have. True, much of this force is militi a, but all are eager to put an end to British invason and if our men fight as I have seen them fight on former occasions I do not see how we can be bested. Therefore, you will bold your command in readiness for the coming battle, Captain Lowry." But the spy?" Oh, we shall attend to Master Trost," was the reply. "Since you have terminated the career of Red Wolf there will be one Indian less to give us trouble in the next engagement." With this the boys returned to their tent to take one good sleep before the promised battle. It was true, as General Morgan intimated, that Burgoyne was rushing to his fate. He bad crossed the Hudson and with his whole force was hastening to engage the Americans who now mustered almost fifteen thousand men, all eager to try conclusions with the

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The Battle of Freeman's Farm. 151 man who had promised his king to promenade through the colonies like a victorious general on dress parade. Gates had taken po ition on Bemis Heights, which had been fortified after plans drawn by the Polish hero, Kosciusko. General Arnold was second in com mand of the patriot army. Washington had sent Gate the famous riflemen of Morgan, and General Putnam had loaned the same general some of his best troops. There had been a time when the British general might have prevented the fate which threatened him by retreating into Canada, but he was too high strung to think of such a thing, especially after the boastful words whkh he had used in presence of King George. Never before had the patriots flocked to the Amer ican standard with such enthusiasm. The cruelties perpetrated by Tories and Indians had rous e d the whole region and brave men had flocked from every quarter for the halting of Bur goyne. They came with the weapons which they had used from boyhood, and each man was a mark man of tried experience. They had never met an enemy in battle, but they feared not the bayonets of the foe nor the cannon which Burgoyne had dragg d from the north for their de s truction. Before they fell asleep Captain Frank and Lieu tenant Benjamin went the rounds of the little canton-

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I 52 The Battle of Freeman's Farm. ment of the Boys of Liberty and saw that everything was ready for the morrow. The new day broke beautiful and clear. The sun rose grandly over the hills and spread its light far and wide. The American army sprang up and began to prepare for what seemed inevitable. Hither and thither dashed the officers and their aides, and soon the whole camp wa alive with ex citement. General Gates stood at the opening of his marquee, pinching his snuff whilst he listened to the impetuous Arnold whom he did not like. "'Ne shall meet them to-day," Arnold was saying. If you will let me open the battle-'' Gates interrupted by shaking his head. "We shall wait for the attack," said he. "Wait till we have the disadvantage?" cried Arnold coloring. "I know my men, general. They are eager for the fray and will give good account of themselves of which you, as commander, will not be ashamed. General Morgan is eager to assist me." I will issue orders when they are needed," flashed Gates, his face paling. You will not open the attack, General Arnold." The future traitor strode away red to the temples, and stamping the ground in his fury. "The old rascal will not let me open the fight I cried he to himself. I will see about it. If Schuyler had been l eft in command of the army, as he should have been, there would be no trouble and we could

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The Battle of Freeman's Farm. I 53 see victory in advance. But this man stands between us and success and hopes to reap all the reward for himself, but we shall see." It was not long before the Americans knew that Burgoyne was going to offer the gage of battle. The br i lliantly-clad legions of King George moved out of their camps, their bayonets glittering in the sun and their scarlet coats making a scene long remembered by those who saw it. General Burgoyne's plan was to turn the left flank of the American army at the same time he struck their center and right. To accomplish this work, he placed Fraser in command of the right wing of his forces, while Phillips and Riedesel held the left, he himself taking the center in person. The morning was not far advanced when the fore most ranks of Gates' army beheld the glittering of steel among the trees. Look I cri e d Tom Hapgood, of the Boys of Liberty, "yonde r they are. Now we shall have a crack at the game we have hunted all these days." Captain Lowry looked forward and descried the movements of the foe. Stand firm! was the command he sent down the line, and every boy glanced at his commander and braced himself for the ordeal. At this juncture the gallant Arnold dashed down the American line on his black horse. His face flamed with excitement, and he looked

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154 The Battle of Freeman's Farm. like a god of battle as the mettled charger carried him on. Let no man recoil I cried he, hi voice ringing out loud and clear. "This is freedom's day and yonder are the oppressors of our people. Behold the hirelings of King George, his redskins and Hessians." A cheer went up from American throats and the Boys of Liberty waved their caps as the black horse carried his rider down the battle line. "Here they come!" said Captain Lowry. "We have met the redcoats before. Vvithhold your fire till you can see the buttons on their coats, then let them have it." Not far off stood Morgan's riflemen like a stone wall, and Arnold's men waited for the onslaught with great impatience. On came the well-trained rank of the British. They marched with the precision of men on dress parade. The wind loosened their flags and spread them out till all could see upon them the blazoned arms of England. Suddenly the red ranks halted and from them blazed the fir t volley of the strife. Men dropped here and there in the American ranks. Tom Hapgood's cap went spinning from his head, and as be picked it up and saw the rent made by the British ball he shouted across the space that separated him from the foe that he owed them one for that. Steady now I rang out the strong voice of

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. The Battle of Freeman's Farm. 155 Morgan. Stand your ground, boys," said Captain Frank as with naked sword he stood at the head of his little command. The British looked amaz d at their enemy after the first volley. They expected to see the whole line retreat, but instead it stood as firm as a stone wall. Forward! the Boys of Liberty heard the British leader say. "Fire I" cried Captain Lowry, and there blazed forth the rifles of the devoted little company. At the same time Arnold's men poured a volley into the scarlet ranks, whilst more than one officer went down before the aim of Morgan's riflemen. For a moment these terrible discharges checked the redcoated line. It seemed to waver, but above the roar of battle rang out the command of its leader and it came on again. Give them the bayonet! he exclaimed. The English obeyed with alacrity. The next mo ment they came down upon their foes like a storm. The Boys of Liberty were directly in the chosen path of this hurricane of battle. Once more Captain Frank gave the command to :fire and the volley fl.ashed in the very faces of the British. The scarlet line recoiled despite the efforts of its commanders to bold it firm. Arnold led his men forward now. The patriots rushed at the enemy and for a while bayonet met

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I 56 The Battle of Freeman's Farm. bayonet and the tide of battle ebbed and flowed till the ground was thickly strewn with fallen men. For hours this terrible contest went on. Now the British had the advantage and now the Americans held them hard and there were personal encounters on every hand. "Look out, Captain Frank! suddenly exclaimed Benjamin as he saw a young officer bearing down upon our hero sword in hand. I recognize him," replied Frank through clenched teeth. "My old prisoner, Captain Sinclair." The next moment the young men came face to face. "At last I exclaimed Sinclair, as he threw him self in Frank's path, "I have found you once more." Captain Lowry looked at his old adversary with a smile. I am glad to meet you again," he said, as he raised his sword to parry the stroke which he foresaw. Guard, then," rang out the voice of Captain Sin clair. "We shall have it out to ourselves." With this he lunged forward with all the impetuosity he could command and the two blades met in mid air. If Captain Lowry had learned swordsmanship under the eyes of General Putnam he discovered that he had now an antagonist worthy of his steel. "I have you I cried Captain Sinclair, as he bore Frank back at the point of his blade. You must

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The Battle of Freeman's Farm. I 57 remember that you cannot hope to succeed against the sword of a inclair." There was no reply. Yield I resumed Captain Sinclair. "I have been your prisoner; you now become mine." Quick as a flash Captain Frank threw out his blade, trying in the desperateness of the situation a certain play which he had been taught by no l ess a personage than Kosciusko himself. What might have been the result of Frank's sword play will never be known, for at that moment, Ben jamin, seeing his danger, sprung to the rescue and dashed the weapons aside. The young lieutenant's onslaught was totally un expected by both combatants. Benjamin rushed at Captain Sinclair, beat down his blade and by a dextrous move disarmed him. Surrender I cried the young subaltern as be thru t his own blade against the Briton's breast. "To you?" was the contemptuous answer. I surrender no more to rebels." "We shall see," lau ghed Benjamin, as he burled himself upon Captain Sinclair and threw him to the ground. Falling upon his foe, Benjamin attempted to dis possess him of his sword and whilst the battle raged around them the two fought like young wrestlers on the ground. The dragoons I the dragoons I suddenly exclaimed many voices.

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1 5 8 The Battle of Freeman's Farm Captain Frank, with one glance to the right, seized Benjamin and pulled him off his foe. But my prisoner? cried the young lieutenant. "Look I I have him now, "Look yonder We have our old foe, Colonel Tarbell, to face." Sure enough down upon the American line from the right dashed a squadron of horse, the men stand ing erect in thei r heavy saddles, their sabers in their naked hands while their yellow plumes floated far out behind. "The Royal Dragoons! went from lip to lip. Foremost among the men rode Colonel Tarbell, his giant figure reminding the Boys of Liberty of the man whom they had met at the Red Horse Inn. He looked like a god of battle as he stood erect in his stirrup his face flushed and his hand ready to smite the enemies of his king. The line braced itself for the onset. "Steady! teady cried Captain Lowry. "We have met the dragoon before now." Cra h I crash I smote the leaden rain in the faces of the scarlet riders. "That was a good volley," shouted Captain Lowry. "Morgan's riflemen are helping us. Once more, my brave lad ." The volley had emptied more than one saddle. The impetuous horsemen had recoiled before that flame of

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The Battle of Freeman's Farm. I 59 death, but it was only for a moment. They were about to come on again. "They're bound to ride us down I exclaimed Tom Hapgood. "Fire I" once more rang out the voice of Captain Lowry. "Stand firm for liberty and right I" There was no response to these words for the Boys of Liberty had something to do, as with welded lips they met the rushing dragoons and delivered a volley right in their faces. It was impossible to check the onset of the scarlet riders. They actually broke through the American ranks, sabering wherever they could find a target and once beyond the patriot lines they turned to ride back and repeat the charge. Remember the Red Horse Inn I came from more than one dragoon who had recognized the Boys of Liberty as old antagonists. Stand fast for freedom was the response. Down with the king I The Boys of Liberty were compelled to face about to meet the second onset of the Royal Dragoons. Captain Sinclair had scrambled to his feet and was safe for the time at least among his own men. Captain Lowry threw himself in advance of his little command. His sword waved above his head. Now for liberty and right!" he cried out and the volley which the little line of brave boys poured into

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160 The Battle of Freeman's Farm. the ranks of the plumed riders seemed to break their array. Oh, you rebel spawn I roared out the voice of Colonel Tarbell, as he singled out Captain Frank. The young Captain stood firm though threatened with destruction. He heard the volley of Morgan's men at his right, he h e ard it echoed by Arnold s muskets and a great pall of smoke settled over all. Something went by him like a whirlwind. He felt the sweep of a blade near his face, his hat went spinning away under the stroke of the saber that almost found his skull. Look! cried Tom Hapgood, jerking Captain Frank around. "Yonder go the Royal Dragoons!" But, Colonel Tarbell?" "Yonder under his horse. I saw his rush for you just in time, Captain." Frank grasped Tom's hand and looked thankfully into his face.

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CHAPTER XIV. AFTER THE BATTLE. CAPTAIN LOWRY and his rescuer Tom Hapgood hardly had time to follow with the eye the recoil of the scarlet dragoons when General Arnold on his black horse, the very impersonation of battle, drew rein beside them. "We must have reinforcements to hold our ground," cried the general. 'General Gates is yonder on Bemis Heights with ten thousand men, not one of whom has been sent to our aid. I have called for help, but he is silent. I shall call once more. Cap tain Lowry, will you become my messenger to Gen eral Gates? Frank saluted and remained at attention. "You will present my compliment to General Gates and tell him that we are hard pressed, but that with immediate help we can not only hold our ground but can drive the enemy." "Yes, sir." You will ride as fast as possible," continued Arnold. But I have no hor e," said Frank, smiling. Take mine," Arnold was on the ground in an 161

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After the Battle. instant. He will obey your every word. I shall find another steed, fear not, Captain." Captain Lowry mounted Arnold's horse and turned his head in direction of his destination. At this mo ment, Benjamin came up. You will command in my absence, Benjamin," Frank said. See that the boys give no ground." 'They'll stand firm, never fear," was the reply, and Frank glanced once more over the battlefield ere he gave the black horse the spur and darted away. Behind him he could hear the roar of the conflict in which he had just taken part. He knew that without help the Americans would be compelled to give ground and lose all the advantage they had gained. It was not far to Bemis Heights. In fact, the rise overlooked the scene of the struggle. He guided Arnold's steed thither and at las t drew rein in front of General Gates' marquee. To his surprise he found that officer talking coolly to an aide, looking the most unconcerned man in the world. As Captain Lowry halted in front of him, Gates looked up and feebly returned the proffered salute. General Arnold presents his compliments to Gen eral Gates and asks for reinforcements to enable him, not only to hold his ground, but to drive the enemy," said Frank. General Gates seemed not to have heard, but turned again to the aide and resumed the conversation. Frank bit his lip with vexation.

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After the Battle. We are hard pressed down yonder,' our young sol dier said, lifting his voice a bar. We have made a gallant stand. The charge of the Royal Dragoons was rep elled, but we are fightincr a ainst overwhelming numbers and General rnold a k for reinforcements." Aha exclaimed ates, taking a pinch of snuff, General Arnold has got himself into a bad box, has he?" "He i doing all he can, your Excellency. "Then let him continue and get out of the trap as best he may," and Gates turned once more to his aide. I shall go back and resume the fight I cried Frank. "We will give the enemy the best we have," and with this he wheeled his steed and dashed down the hill. "What did he say? asked Arnold, his face white with rage as he encountered Captain Lowry not far from the spot where they had last met. "What <1id old nu ff-box say?' Frank in a few words told the story of his mission and Arnold's face flushed. Flinging himself upon the back of his horse he for a moment glared madly toward the spot where Gen eral Gates stood, and then galloped toward his own little hard-pr ssed division. Captain Lowry looked after him a moment and then ran forward. "'vVe've been holding the ground the best we can," said Benjamin about who e head had been bound a

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After the Battle. handkerchief to conceal a wound. They are pressing us hard on the right just now. They have pushed forward three cannon and expect to storm our flanks." Where are the guns?" asked Captain Frank "Right over yonder in the wood at the foo t of the little hill." At that very moment, as if to confirm Benjamin's observ ation, the roar of artillery broke upon their ears and cannon balls struck about them. "Ah, the battery I cried Frank. The next minute a regiment of volunteers rushed up and paused where the shot fell thickest. "We must have those guns!" called out the voice of Arnold, rising above the crescendo of battle. Let true Americans follow me." There was a tremendous cheer at this, and the whole line swept forward. Captain Lowry had again placed himself at the head of the Boys of Liberty and, sword in hand, was lead ing them straight through the shower of lead and iron at the battery. Arnold himself was urging his black horse in the van, and the earth seemed to tremble with the shock of battle. In le s time than a sentence can be penned the Americans had reached the guns. In vain did the British stand by their pie ces ; they were bayoneted, clubbed by the muskets of the desperate patriots, and the two forces were engaged in a hand-to-hand encounter.

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After the Battle. The cannon, after a thrilling battle, fell into the hands of t11e Americans, but they did not get to enjoy their victory long. A regiment of fusileers in their gaudy trappings were hurled upon them from an un expected quarter and they were forced to fall back. "We got the guns, anyhow," said Tom Hapgood, a: he wiped the black sweat from his forehead. But we didn't hold them, Tom." "I know, but to have taken them in the teeth of that fire was something." The Boys of Liberty fell back sullenly. They looked in v:;in towards Bemis Heights, where the incompeten t Gates was walking in front of his tent taking snuff and telling jokes to his aides. At last darkness put a stop to that unequaled con flict, which is known in history as the battle of Free man's Farm. The gallant Americans retired before superior numbers, leaving the battlefield to the enemy. Almost half of Arnold's and Morgan's little force had fallen, but they had made the British pay
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: 166 After the Battle. tent, and, tired out with the ex rtions of the day, fell asleep. On Bemis Heights Arnold was giving Gates a piece of his mind, and the latter was ordering th e rider of the "'.ack horse under arre t. All at once Captain Lowry was wakened by a hand on his arm, and he sat up wondering. The interior of the tent was almo t dark. There's a caller outside," said the voice of the person who had roused Frank. The young lady has just come from Albany." What, a young lady from Albany? exclaimed Captain Lowry, as he leaped to his feet. "Here in camp ?-on the battlefield? If you please, Captain. "Admit her." Almost instantly the flaps of the tent parted and Frank beheld a figure enter "You will pardon me I hope, Captain Lowry," said a voice at the sound of which Frank started. "You are pardoned in advance, Mistre s Dorothy," he exclaimed. I hear you are just from Albany." It is true. I have ju t reached the camp. I trust I am not too late. I have some information which may be valuable to General Gates, but I thought first of seeing you." "We are glad to accept information of any kind just now," re sponded Frank. By this time he had lighted a candle, which fully revealed the face and figure of his fair visitor.

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After the Battle. I have had ome startling experiences since you carried off Captain Sinclair from Mordecai Tripp's house," pur ued Mistress Shay, "but I need not relate them now. I have learned that one Hans Von Trost is now a spy in the American camp." Captain Lowry broke into a little laugh at this and apologized to Dorothy for his seeming rudenes "We have learned this,'' he said, "but I thank you for your information all the same. We have now Master Trost in our hands." Good I exclaimed the patriot girl. I was fear ful that he might carry out all his plans." What has been done with him since he was turned over to General Morgan I cannot say. The battle came off soon after his capture, and I have not learned what disposition has been made of his case." I accidentally learned of an Trost's mission," returned Dorothy. "And I could not re t without try ing to circumvent him.' How are my old friends and foes in Albany? asked Frank. I suppose Master Tripp till holds secret me tings in his hou e where the king's health is drank, while Peter Popp keep apples for nine pins and bowls over Americans with russet and rambo." "You have thought rightly,' laughed Dorothy. But yesterday I saw Peter at his diversion, and he h a by thi time annihilated our brave friends. His apprentice, Master Hick is no lonaer in Albany ."

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168 After the Battle So? cried Frank. I thought during the fight down in the valley that I saw a face wonderfully like Job's; but I could not bring myself to think that he had become a warrior." "It is possible that from concealing weapons in my cellar he has taken to carrying a musket for the king," smiled the girl. You might have caught sight of Job in the battle." s Dorothy had no place to stay, Captain Lowry offered to find shelter for her, saying that he believed hostilities would not be renewed for some days. The offer was thankfully received, and he set out to escort her to the house of the widow where he had surprised Van Trost s they neared the house, they caught the sound of voices, and Captain Frank felt his arm pressed by his companion's hand. "Wonders upon wonders!" exclaimed Dorothy. You must have been right, Captain Frank. That is Job's voice Very well; then I shall go back with a prisoner." At this the young captain rapped on the door, which was opened by the widow, who peered into the sem1-darkness. "'Tis I,'' said Frank, pushing forward. "You have an old acquaintance here," and he paused before Master Hicks, who had started from his chair. t sight of Dorothy the young man grew pale, re membering his last encounter with her in Albany.

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After the Battle. I was not mistaken after all,'' said Frank with a rapid glance toward Dorothy. "This is really Master Job, who fought us to-day." "Sir?" stammered the young saddler. "You are mistaken. I-I--" "Come, Master Job," interrupted Frank, walking coolly fo.rward and plucking the youth's sleeve. Don't renounce your cause. That is a sure sign of cowardice. I hope you came off unhurt, Master Hicks." He is slightly wounded," put in the widow at this moment. "I have just dressed his hurt, which he said he sustained in falling over a log." "Doubtless," grinned Captain Lowry. "We'll let that pass. I have brought thi young lady hither to ask for shelter for the night at least. As you may not know her, I will say that she is Mistress Shay of Alban y ." Master Hicks can vouch for me," said Dorothy, with a sly glance at Job. Will you not give me a good recommendation to thi lady, Master Job?" "The best to be had," was the reply. "There, I thought so," cried Dorothy, knowing what an effort it cost Job to speak as he had. "If you have a spare bed I shall trouble you for it." I have a little room and it contains a bed, Mistress Shay." "Thank you." Master Hicks will come with me," said Frank,

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170 After the Battle. looking at the young Tory. "I will find a place for him." Job drew back with an exclamation of resistance. "Never mind; you will come with me, Master Hicks." Job continued to pluck up a little courage, though, 'to tell the truth, that bit of bravery was oozing out of his finger ends. In what capacity, ir?" he ventured to demand. "As a pri oner of war, of course. I noticed you to-day in the ranks. Good-night, Mistress Shay. I hope you will have pleasant dreams. Come along, Master Job." Once beyond the widow's house Captain Frank laid his hand on Jobs arm and marched him off trium phantly. The girl back yonder is to blame for all th:s," said Job. What, Mis Dorothy? Yes." She didn't advi e you to enlist in the king's army ,?" and Frank look d urpri edly at his unwilling com panion. She forced me to do so." Beware, Master J ob! You may be confronted with Mi tress Shay and made to eat your words." It's the truth, Captain Lowry," persisted Job. I expect she's told you the whole story. I hid a lot of firearms in her cellar and she came straight to me,

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After the Battle. armed with a pistol, and I had to leave Albany or become a subject for the undertaker, old Mooy." aptain Lowry could not restrain his merriment at this confession. o it was not love for King George that took you into the ranks? he cried. o, it was what Mistress Shay said:' "Well, Job, you're not such a bad fellow after all. I don't believe you fought very hard against us today?" I did not. I was afraid to fire off the big mus ket they gave me and I threw it away early in the battle." "Then you are willing to take the oath to support liberty in North America?" "I'll do anything but fight, Captain Lowry." Then I'll make a half patriot out of you," contin ued Frank. "Down on your knees, Master Hicks." Job obeyed, his teeth chattering like ca tanets, as if he did not more than half believe the young soldier. Captain Lowry, in the most solemn tones he could assume under the diverting circumstances, adminis tered an oath, which bound "Master Job Hicks, sad dler of Albany, in the colony of New York," to sup port the cause of American freedom, and never again give aid or comfort to King George. "Now, Master Hicks," said Frank as Job staggered to his feet, you are free." And I can go?

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172 After the Battle Yes, you can go; but not back to the British. You can go to Albany and resume your trade." "Not while Mistress Dorothy is there I" cried Job. "She said I must never come back. She would have finished me if I had not gone to the king's army She's going back to Albany, and I-I must go else where." "Where you please," said Captain Frank keeping back a smile. "Remember I No more aid and com fort for the king. If you break your oath--" The young partisan paused abruptly and laughed Master Hicks had disappeared I

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CHAPTER XV. CAPTAIN FRANK A PRISONER. CAPTAIN FRANK looked around thinking he might catch sight of the fleeing figure of Master Hicks, but that worthy had already disappeared. "Well," he commented, "its good riddance, any how. Whether he respects his oath or not, he will not be likely to bother us again. He seemed to be thor oughly frightened. This is his first and last battle, and the king has lost one poor support." Frank continued back to his quarters, where he found Benjamin, who had a tory to tell. Tom Hapgood had deserted I Captain Frank listened in utter amazement. "Not our Tom?" he exclaimed. "I cannot think of such an act." "But what doe this mean?" and Benjamin pro duced a bit of paper which he handed to Frank. "Read it," said he. It took my breath, and I have no doubt it will take your ." Frank leaned towards the candle that burned on the little camp-table and slowly read as follows: Captain Frank: I can no longer serve the flag 173

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I 74 Captain Frank a Prisoner under which you fight. I have opinions of my own, and I have been made to see the enormity of my re bellion against the king. Tom Hapgood. Late Sergeant Boys of Liberty. lowly Captain Frank looked up from the paper and caught the eye of his companion. "It till seems incredible. Tom Hapgood, who fought so bravely with us on Long Island, who helped to cover the retreat from Brooklyn, and who within the last few hours saved my life from the blade of Colonel Tarbell of the Royal Dragoons? If we l ose such boys as Tom, we may begin to despair of our cause. But may there not be something back of this desertion ? enjamin sorrowfully s hook his head. "I cannot read anything between the lines They are plain to me. Tom has gone over to the king." Captain Lowry laid the paper down and buried his face in his hands. I am not going to give Tom up," said he I cannot, will not, believe that he has deserted the cause of l ibe rty. Why, Benjamin, 11e ha even shed his blood for the flag. You remember the bayonet wound he received in the trenches on Brooklyn Heights?" "Ye I saw him when he felt." "And yet he says he ha deserted our cause. It i s terrible. I must sleep over thls--if I can."

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Captain Frank a Prisoner. I 7 5 Frank turned away and rolled himself in his blanket. It is impossible,'' enjamin heard him say a few minutes later. I must go out where I can shake off this nightmare." Frank rose and parted the curtains of the tent. Beyond the little shelter the American camp seemed buried in slumber, for well might the army sleep, or that portion of it which had contended so bravely against the enemy in the battle of Freeman s Farm. Overhead the sky was cloudles and a full moon hung in the azure heavens. cool wind came down from the hills and swept aero s the plain. All was peace there. The dead had been buried and the wounded taken away. Frank knew that not far off lay the invading army of Burgoyne. The British had nothing to rejoice over. While they held the field of the day's fighting, they had been so terribly punished by the Americans that their victory was substantially a defeat. Frank paused and looked towards the king's army. He wondered if Tom Hapgood was there. What had become of the boy who had turned against the holy cause of liberty? Poor Tom I cried Frank in the agony of his soul. "Even if he has deserted us I cannot hate him. I love him still. He has become suddenly misguided. Yet, after all, I cannot think of him in a scarlet coat when he wore the old buff and blue so nobly."

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176 Captain Frank a Prisoner Meditating on the strange tu1 Ii of events he walked away, not noticing that he was moving towards the very camp he had been thinking about. He passed beyond the American lines, crossing the intervening space, on, on, till at last he found himself several miles from his own tent. The scenery about him was strange. He had never seen it before. Wondering where he was, he was about to retrace his steps when he heard hasty footsteps, and the next moment he stood face to face with three British sol diers. Unwittingly he had run into a trap of his own making. Forgetting that he had left his sword in the tent, he threw back his hand as if to grasp the trusty weapon when a musket was thrust against his breast. You are a prisoner I said a rough voice. Do not attempt to draw a weapon." You see I am unarmed, unfortunately so," replied Captain Lowry. "What, would you fight all of us? Who are you, young sir?" "I am Captain Lowry." Of what command? "Of the Boys of Liberty." Good I We have heard of these young rebels. You are better plucking than we expected." Who are you ? asked Frank. "We are of the Royal Fusileers."

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Captain Frank a Prisoner. I 7 7 As I thought by your uniforms. Well, you have captured me." Captain Frank was placed between two of his cap tors and all faced about and started away. Whither are you taking me? asked our hero. "We intend to turn you over to our general. You are an important prisoner." Frank said no more, but submitted with the best grace possible, and holding his head high, marched off with feelings impossible to describe. That he should have fallen so easily into the enemy's hands was enough to make him angry with himself. He was no spy, although probably caught within the British lines, and he was sure he would be regarded as a legitimate prisoner of war. The British pickets were soon passed, and Frank found himself within Burgoyne's camp. Perhaps I shall get to see this dreaded General Burgoyne," he thought. "I have heard so much about him that I would like to see what he is like." He was gratified sooner than he hoped, for his escort suddenly halted in front of a large tent and a sentry stepped aside with a glance at the four. One of his captors lifted the flaps of the marquee and revealed a bevy of British officers grouped about a camp-table. Ho I who have we here? exclaimed one of the officers, as he turned to the little party. "What, a young rebel ?

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178 Captain Frank a Prisoner. Frank's captors saluted and fell back a pace. General, we have the honor of handing over to you a rebel officer who was caught within a few steps of your tent," said the spokesman of the party. "Not as a spy, I hope?" said Burgoyne, "for he is a manly-lo ok ing fellow, r ebel though he may be." I am no spy," said Frank, proudly. "I fight fair, General Burgoyne, as some of your men who fought to-day might testify. "That's well said," cried the British general. Did you hear that, General Frase r ? The brave officer who was soon to yield up his life on the field of ba ttle, nodded and fixed his gaze on Captain Lowr y "There is some chivalry among these people,'' he remarked. I have had occa ion to peak of it before. But they are rebels, neverthele s," said another voice, with bitterness. Frank looked at the speaker and saw that he faced the notorious Walter Butler, who, though he wore the uniform of the king's army, was a merciless Tory. "Rebels, sir," exclaimed Frank, looking straight into Butler's face, "are better any day than those who turn against their own kind. Butler cast down his eyes, but his face grew livid and he seemed about to throw himself upon the young prisoner.

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Captain Frank a Prisoner. J 79 General Burgoyne looked attentively at Frank for a few moments, and then said : "You fought welt to-day. How many men did you pit against us? "Not more than twenty-five hundred." Impossible I cried Burgoyne. "We fought you with Morgan and Arnold's forces." With no more ? "No." There, General," cried Fraser, "I call that fighting. thousand in the battle.' urgoyne, turning to We had at least four At this juncture eneral Phillips, who had not spoken before, pressed forward. How many men has General Gates all told? he asked. Frank allowed a little smile to play with his lips for a moment. Surely, sir," he said, "you do not expect me to an wer that question. I am still an American, though a prisoner." "That's well said, sir said urgoyne. "We find traitors enough without subjecting you, aptain Lowry, to talebearing. "I just wanted to see if the prisoner would confirm the story of the young deserter," replied General Phillips.

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180 Captain Frank a Prisoner. These words sent a nameless thrill through Captain Lowry's frame. The young deserter? Had General Phillips reference to Tom Hapgood? One more question," said General Burgoyne. Say on, sir." Does General Gates hope to check our onward march?" "That must be decided on the field of battle." He intends to fight, then? Yes, sir," replied Captain Frank, with emphasis. "I can say with truth, General, that wherever you go, you will find the Americans at your heels." They are going to bait me, then, through the valley of the Hudson?" To the bitter end." I understood you to say that you belong to the Boys of Liberty? I have the honor to command that detachment." You opposed us to-day ? Such was our fortune. We were pitted against a part of General Fraser s command and the Royal Dragoons." And I must say that I never aw such desperate fighting," admitted Fraser. "You young rebels stood well to your work. It was before your lines that we lost Colonel Tarbell." "I believe it was, sir

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. Captain Frank a Prisoner. 181 It is said," cried out the infamous Butler, that Colonel Tarbell was sho t after he was down." Captain Lowry turned instantly upon the wretch with a withering look. That is false, sir l he cried. I was a witness to Colon e l Tarbell's deat 1. He was shot in open fight by one who saved my life by his act. We do not shoot men after they have fallen. We leave that to Indians and Tories.'' On c e more it sc.emed that Walter Butler would laun c h himself upo u our hero, but he hit his lip and fell back to hide his chagrin. Several of the officers who inwardly detested the Tories smiled and looked toward Burgoyne. "That is all, sir that general said, with a wave of the hand. "Take the prisoner away." Captain Lowry executed a parting salute as he was led from the tent and a moment later h1.. was marching off between his captor May I speak, sir?" he asked the leader of the little party. "Yes, sir." General Burgoyne referred to a young deserter while addressing me. To whom did he refer?" To one of your own command who has grown sick of the cause he has been serving." It seemed that an arrow passed through Frank Lowry's h e art. Do you know his name? he asked.

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I 82 Captain Frank a Prisoner. I do not. He came but lately into our camp of his own free will and was taken to General Burgoyne's headquarter ."' Where is he now ? "That I cannot tell. No doubt he has been placed in the ranks." Frank said no more. Undoubtedly he was on the track of Tom Hapgood. In a hart time our hero found himself in a small, heavily-built log hut where he wa immersed in darkness. He heard a key grate in a lock outside accompanied by the noise of a chain and knew that he had been locked in the enclosure. He wondered if he was alone. The place seemed roomy, as some huts of the sort were, but it wa o dark that he could not see his hand when placed against his face. ot a sound came to disturb his reflections. He walked forward only to bring up against the log then he retreated to meet the same obstacle on the other side of the cabin. A prisoner of the king' How his fortunes had changed within the last few hours! Swordless and a captive, his thoughts were not of the gentlest kind. Another battle would soon be fought and he was not to take part in it. On the contrary whilst his brave little command were opposing the enemy, he would be cooped up in utter darkness, deprived of the power of

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Captain Frank a Prisoner. I 83 taking part in what might be the last decisive battle of the struggle for liberty. At last he was overcome and cast himself upon a heap of straw in one corner of the forbidding place and, despite his thoughts, fell asleep. How long he courted slumber he did not know but when he awoke he was enabled to see light in the hut. Another day had come and with a cry he sprang to a little window and looked out. He discovered that he must be in the heart of Burgoyne's camp. There were soldiers everywhere. He saw the various uniforms of the command and men were marching or lounging about the camp. I wonder what Benjamin and the Boys think? he asked himself. Will they class me with Tom Hapgood? Will General Morgan deem me a deserter and General Arnold think of me as a traitor?" These thoughts were o bitter that Captain Frank tried to banish them in watching the evolutions of a party of Royal Greens who were drilling not far from the hut. All at once he fell back from the window with an audible cry. There he is I exclaimed Captain Frank. "There is our deserter. Tom? Tom?" Sure enough not far from the front of the hut tood Tom Hapgood watching the Royal Greens. The youth no longer wore the uniform of the Boys

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I 84 Captain Frank a Prisoner. of Liberty, but was clad in a homespun suit which gave him an odd appearance. He seemed deeply interested in the evolutions of the king 's men and totally oblivious of his surroundings. Suddenly the Greens marched away, leaving Tom standing alone in the open space and Frank rushed to the window again. \Vhile he watched his old-time friend he saw h1m move toward the hut. Tom apparently had the freedom of the British camp. Within a few feet of the hut the youth threw himself upon the ground, and with hi hands underneath his head, looked contemplatively toward the sky. Captain Lowry regarded him in silence for a few moments and seeing no guard in sight called him by name. "Tom? Tom?" The young sergeant did not start. "In the name of goodness, what did you do it for, Tom?" Master Hap('Tood did not remove his gaze from the fleecy clouds that floated lazily overhead. "Don't bother me now," said he. "But you are called a deserter. Why did you write that terrible letter? You got it, then? "Yes, through Benjamin's hand ." "It did frighten you, Captain Frank?" "It unnerved me, Tom."

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Captain Frank a Prisoner I 8 5 I thought it would, but I had to do something, you know." But why, Tom? Why have you turned against the cau s e of merican freedom?" "Because I thought it best." I cannot believe it. You've been bought--" "Come I" lau g h e d the boy on the growJd. "Now, don't go off on that road. It s the wrong one." "But you left the camp without authority." "Of course. I thought it best that way." "Have you really joined the king's army?" "Well, yes. I belong to the Royal Greens you've just seen." "Then, it's all true. You're a traitor I" "That's a pretty harsh word to apply to Tom Hapgood," was the reply. "You remember how he fought to-day and, before that, at Brooklyn? The old General sent me, Captain Frank." The General, Tom? "Ye Morgan, the old rifleman. I'm here on particular bu iness. I'm playing spy and right in Burgoyne's camp. It' terrible ri ky, Captain Frank, but I'd do anything for liberty."

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CHAPTER XVI. TURNl G THE TABLES. WE may well believe that Captain Lowry was glad to discover that he had judged Tom wrongly. The young sergeant of the Boys of Liberty had played his part well. He had been selected by General Morgan to enact the role of spy in Burgoyne's camp and bad carried out his plans so well that they already promised succe s. "I hope you didn't believe what I wrote," said Tom, still lolling on the ground and apparently not paying the slightest attention to the pri oner of the hut. "What could we think, Tom, with such a letter for us?" said Frank. "It was hard to believe that you had deserted u but there was that terrible letter, you know." "Yes. I thought best to write it for I hoped to clear up everything by and bye." "But what if you were caught and hanged?" "Oh,'' replied Tom with a little laugh, General Morgan would have cleared my reputation." Frank said no more, for Tom had placed a finger on his lips and risen to his feet. 186

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Turning the Tables "Here comes the enemy," he said warningly and walked off. everal Briti h officers were approaching and attracted Captain Lowry s attention. One, as he saw at a glance, was his old foe Captain inclair. They advanced to the hut and one of the trio unlocked the door and all entered, closing the portal behind them Captain Frank fell back against the wall and looked in silence at his vi itors. "We meet again," said Captain inclair. "You have fallen into a trap of your own making." To this Frank at fir t deigned to make no reply, but in a moment he said--" You know one cannot have his own way in war. I am the captive of Burgoyne." "I am glad to see you," returned Sinclair. "Now, Captain Lowry, I hope you will give me the satisfaction I demand." With this he drew from beneath his cloak a sword which he extended to our young hero. "What means this, sir?" asked the prisoner. "Are you so blind that you cannot see?" was the quick retort. I have a sword of my own and this i for you." If you mean that I shall fight you--" "I mean nothing else, Captain Lowry." "But I am your general's prisoner."

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188 Turning the Tables 'That make little difference," haughtily replied the young officer. "We are on an equality here But thi is not in battle "I know that, sir. I did not have the pleasure of properly meeting you on the field, therefore I shall ask redress here." Frank waved his enemy away, but one of the others now broke in : "There is no honorable way out of it but to fight Captain Sinclair. You young men seem equally match e d in str e ngth. I would not know whom to choo s e for the winner." You need not choose me, sir, for I will not fight. I owe my life to my country, and if I am to fall it hall be on the field of battle with my face to the foe." At this the three laughed and Captain Sinclair almost forced the weapon into aptain Lowry's hands. It was flung across the room and fell at the young Briton s feet. Do not deem me a coward I cried Frank. Duel ing is hateful and not honorable. I refu e to fight you here." Listen to the young rebel cried Captain Sinclair, t1.1rning to his companion "Rebe l I am," sai d Frank. Hear the cowar d confess his shame." Frank's che e ks colored quickly at the epithet. Meet me in battle and we shall see which is the

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Turning the Tables coward! he exclaimed. Had I had the pleasure of fairly meeting you to-day we would have settled old scores where brave men fall." ou will not fight me then?" cried the young Briton, white to the temples "I will not, sir. Captain inclair picked up the fallen sword and replaced it under his military cloak. "\ e will leave the coward to his r flection ,'' he said. One of these days I shall face him and then he shall fight." nly on the battlefield," retorted Captain Lowry. \i ith this, the three withdrew, and once more Frank wa alone. The day passed wearily. He stood at the window and watched the various camp scene that met his gaze. It seemed to him that the night would never come. ndcr any other circum tances he would have fought Captain inclair, bu! it was not on the field of battle and he was not with his command. With the coming of night, the interior of the prison hut grew dark. Some food had been brought him so that he could not ay he had been neglected by his captor Here and there glimmered the light in Burgoyne's camp until they were everywhere. markincr out the lines of the encampment of the invading army. Frank wondered what had become of ergeant Tom. \Vas

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Turning The Tables he playing the de perate business of the spy, or had he been discovered? All at once he became conscious that some one was not far off. He heard no noise, only the strange belief that some one was near at hand. Suddenly he fell back from the door for he heard his name spoken : Are you there, Captain Frank? It was Tom' voice. "I have been nowhere el e," was the reply. "You find me where you left me, Tom?" ood I Then you would like to get out of the lion's den?" "Would a caged bird escape?" exclaimed Captain Frank. I've about finished my business," continued the voice outside. I have carried out General Morgan's commands. He will surely be satisfied when I report." "You have not been su pected, Tom?" I cannot say that I have escaped observation all together. Some one is always on the watch in time of war.' If you are discovered--" "It's the noose. I know, Captain Frank.'' A short silence followed these words and then Tom's voice was heard once more. "I'm trying to pick this lock with a nail. It's tickli h business, but one mu t use the instruments he can find." ..

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Turning the Tables. "Make sure of it, Tom." Five minutes later the door was thrown open and Captain Lowry was inclined to rush into Tom's arms. "We're still in the hornet' nest," said that worthy. "In fact, we are in the center of Burgoyne's army." Then we must exerci e the greatest care." "And keep our heads besides." Closing the door and relocking it with the bent nail he had ingeniously used, Sergeant Tom and Captain Frank stole round the hut and dropped to the ground. A relief was approaching and in a moment had passed by. The guard-relief," whispered Tom Hapgood. They're big fellows, aren't they-just the proper targets for our rifles." When the tread of the soldiers had died away the young Americans rose to their feet and darted forward. They aimed at a spot where but few lights were to be seen and in a few moments had reached the desired place. Fortune seemed to favor them. "It was ticklish work I did to-night," remarked Tom when they were resting. Dangerous work, you mean ? Yes. I was lying behind General Burgoyne s tent listening to the council of war. I could hear the steps ,, of the sentry and catch sight of him as he paced his beat. You may believe, Captain Frank, that I hugged the ground and held my breath."

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Turning the Tables. "Certainly, Tom. And you heard all?" Everything, Captain Frank. I've got it all in my head, and when eneral Morgan hears what I shall say, he won't begrudge the odium he has forced upon me." "Now for the run of it I" exclaimed Frank as they prepared to move forward once more. "Make straight ahead," replied Tom. "We must pass the sentries, but that really seems to be the least danger." They were not molested and in a hort time stood near the confines of the British camp. The camp-fires were now behind them. Look yonder,' said Tom, as he pre sed hi com panion's arm, and pointed to the left. Doesn t he loom up between us and the sky like Goliath of old? ne look by Captain Lowry was sufficient. Not twenty feet away was the talwart figure of a British entry. The fellow seemed to have heard a noise for he was all attention and his musket was ready in his hands. The boys were crouched on the ground almost at the guard's feet and it seemed as if they had only to put out their hands to touch him. "A move means discovery," said Tom whilst watching the guard. "He is on the alert." Frank remained silent. We must silence the sentry continued Tom, his lips almost touching Frank's ear. No killing, remember! Let me try him."

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Turning the Tables 193 Captain Frank saw Tom glide forward a pace. He was like a savage creeping along the ground. No sound issued from beneath his feet. All at once the figure of the boy sergeant seemed to bound into the air. It landed against the burly figure of the king's entry. There was a start and a half-suppressed cry, and Frank saw Tom and the guard topple to the ground. "Quick! cried Tom's voice. Captain Lowry rose and dashed forward. He threw him elf upon the man with whom Tom was struggling, and together they forced him hard against the ground and despite his struggles held him down. "I have a rope," said Tom. "Keep your hand at his throat. If he sound an alarm we are doomed." Frank obeyed, whilst Tom bound the sentry, hand and foot, and afterward his mouth was stopped with a gag. Now, that's good," said Tom Hapgood, addressing the prisoner a he gave the cords another twist. "They II find you in time, sir. And you may thank your stars that it's no worse than it is." The look the sentry gave them the young mericans never forgot. "Now for home," said Tom. "We are out of the worst part of the wood ." With a last look at the helpless guard the two boys started away and soon were running across the country

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Turning the Tables. They had not gone far when they -stopped and looked back. "Listen I" cried Tom. "Can it be they've found the guard so oon? They're horsemen, too." "Dragoon perhaps.'' The boys had paused at the fringe of a cross-country road down which and directly towards them came the sounds of horses' feet. Just back of the boys tood a little house which was faintly observable in the dim light that prevailed. "That's the house,' said a voice as the horsemen drew rein near the young fugitives. We'll find the widow at home and now's the time to play the trick." If he's really rebel she shall pay the full penalty, said another. Rebel she is for she's been watched. Knock at the door and we'll surprise her in her rebel nest." The men started towards the house with Frank and Tom at their heels. At the low porch in front of the modest dwelling the six troopers dismounted and prang forward. A heavy rap sounded on the door. when it was opened by a terrified woman as her face showed in the glare of the candle she carried, the ruffians dashed into the house. The boys noticed that they had left their fusees with the horses and in their eagernes to inflict punishment on the lone woman who loved the cause of liberty they seemed to have forgotten them.

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Turning the Tables 195 "They say you're for the rebels," cried the foremost ruffian as he halted before the speechless creature. "We'll exact a little tribute for your treason, madam." The poor woman stood silent before her enemies. At last, however, she exclaimed : You are British soldiers, I see. You will surely respect the beliefs of a woman--" rot of a rebel woman," was the brutal interrup tion. "No doubt you've been sending information into the rebel camp. Look out there, sergeant. Th re' s a rebel rifle in yon corner." The woman had no intention of taking the gun from its pos ition, but the ergeant in scarlet pretended to think so, and the next moment he had seized it and broken t he stock across the table. Iow I" said Captain Frank, as he and Tom picked up the weapons left at the door. Cover the mis creant s If they resist give them the contents of their own fusees." The boys sprang toward the door and the voice of Captain Lowry rang out in startling tones. Surrender, all of you I It is death to resist I The dragoons turned in an instant and looked into the muzzles of their own arms. They cowered like poltroons before the young Americans. They were made to hold out their hands whil t the woman bound each with cord after which, they were commanded to step out upon the porch.

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CHAPTER XVII. MISS DOROTHY HAS VISITORS. IT was no fault of the discomfited dragoons that they had fallen into the hands of the Boys of Liberty. They had been surprised and their dismay can be imagined when they found themselves on their way to the Amer ican camp. When the encampment was reached, they were turned over to proper guards and sent to pri on. Tom went at once to report to General Morgan who compli mented him not only on his information, but on hi good work in rescuing Captain Lowry from the hands of his captors. "We cannot spare such a hero as Captain Frank," said the grim old rifleman. "Thats what I thought," replied Tom. "When I learned that Captain Lowry was a pri oner I said to myself: 'Tom Hapgood, you must get your com mander out of the toils even if you fall into a trap your elf,' and I went to work." The next morning Mi tress Dorothy set out on her return to Albany, which she reached without incident. 197

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198 Miss Dorothy has Visitors. She had scarcely found herself once more beneath her own roof ere she was called upon by no less a person than Peter Popp, the saddler. "You will pardon me, Mistress Shay," said the saddler in a manner which rendered the patriot girl at once suspicious, but I learn that you have been ab sent from the town." Why, Master Popp, must I inform people of my goings and comings ? exclaimed Dorothy. You must remember that girls of my age are not seeking guardians these times." "I know, but it is reported that you came in from the direction of the rebel camp." "And what if I did?" and Dorothy's eyes seemed to flash. Such journeys are prejudicial to the king's cause," was the reply. "Indeed?" laughed the young miss. "I suppose you have been sent here as a representative of the King's League that tried to force me to take the oath, as you know." Not exactly, Mistress Shay, but I have your wel fare at heart and I must say that such trips as it is suspected you have just made, must be broken up. It is said that one of our friends ha fallen into the hands of the rebels through your friend, Captain Lowry." What is his name? "Hans Von Trost." "Yes," answered Dorothy, "I heard about that.

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Miss Dorothy has Visitors 199 It seems that Master Trost, whom I have not had the distinction of knowing, was a spy, and as such, fur nished General Burgoyne with information prejudicial to the cau e of liberty, to use some of your own language." What have the rebels done with Master Trost? Then you have not heard? I heard nothing beyond the fact that he fell into the rebels' hands." "v ell, Master Popp, Hans Von Trost is past send ing news to the foes of freedom." \\' hat's that?" cried the Tory, nearly starting from his chair. Do you mean to tell me that the audacious reb Is hanged Master Trost? "He met with the spy's fate,' answered Dorothy calml y "It is outrageous!" cried the saddler. "These Americans shall all be hanged by the proper authorities when we get them." I believe it will be some time before your act of retaliation can be carried out," smiled the girl. I also fear that you have been the means of my losing a good apprentice." "Ah I" "Master Hicks has deserted his work-bench." Left your employ, did you say?" cried Dorothy, affecting astonishment. "Yes, and just after I had paid him wages. He left a note on the bench, saying that he was called

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200 Miss Dorothy has Visito r s away on business, but, really and truly, Mistress Shay Job Hicks had no pressing business beyond the limits of the town." "And you have no idea what took him off?" "None, although I half believe you are at the bottom of his absence." "I am," said the girl, boldly. "I am responsible for Ma ter Hicks' sudden departure." Ha, I thought so! And, pray, what sort of club did you hold over Jobs head?" "You hould know," was the reply. "You remem ber the arm found in our cellar? "Ye." "Well, the per on who carried them there at the in stigation of the King's League left his handkerchief in an empty barrel, and it was enough to identify the rascal." Master Popp was silent for a few moments. What has been done with those weapons? he asked at last. They were sent whither they would do most good," was the reply. "They are now doing service in General Gates' army." What an audacious young rebel you are! cried the saddler. "One of these days you will surely get your elf into trouble." Which I will try to meet heroically," said the girl with another smile.

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Miss Dorothy has Visitors. 201 I warn you," cried Peter Popp, holding up a finger. Keep out of mischief and you will get along." "And I might give you the same advice, Master Popp," answered Dorothy. "What, are you going so soon?" I have business at the shop," said Peter, moving toward the door. "But were you really in the Amer ican camp? "Ye." And what are the rebels doing? What, think you, they are about? asked the girl, with a twinkle in her eye. Think you they are preparing to lay down their arms to Burgoyne? Not just yet, perhaps but they will perform this feat in the near future." "There were false prophets in the old days, Master Popp, and you must be one of their de cendants." At this the old saddler glowered at Dorothy and opened the door. "There's no use arguing with you," be said. "You are urely past convincing." Dorothy followed to the open portal and bowed her visitor out. She went back to her chair to think over the visit and what it meant for her. There was no doubt that the saddler's call was for a purpose not revealed, and Dorothy felt that she would again hear from the Tory league.

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202 Miss Dorothy has Visitors. The day was slipping away when she was accosted on the street by a man who addressed her in a strange tone. She looked into his face and failed to recognize him. You are Mistress hay? he asked. "That is the name I bear." "Would you mind giving me audience for a few moments? It is for the good of the cau e?" "You fail to mention what cau e," said Dorothy. "There is but one cause in your heart," was the answer. '"We all know that." She told the man where she lived and that in a few minute she would be at home. When she opened her door he found the tranger standing with his back to the fire that glowed on the old-fashioned hearth, ap parently waiting for her. Aha! you have come l he exclaimed, as Dorothy closed the door. "I have been sent to you for informa tion." Dorothy looked at him, wondering if she could trust him, a man whom she had never met before. "I am Jared Jacob ," said he, continuing. "You may have heard of me." I you are Jacob the cout and py--" "The same at your service, Mistress hay," be in terrupted. I am desirous of obtaining the names of the most prominent Tories in Albany. I know that in furnishing me with the list you place yourself in

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Miss Dorothy has Visitors. 203 danger, but I know of no one better calculated to give me such names." "You shall have them, sir," sai d the girl, going to the table and selecting writing materials. The man watched her narrowly as she wrote with the old-fashioned quill. He even leaned forward and seemed to eye the formation of every Jetter. All at once a terrible suspicion came up in Dorothy's mind. Might it not all be a trap to catch her? She had many enemies in the town on account of her sym pathies wit h the America n cause, and as this thought grew tronger, her pen paused ov r a name and she looked up into the man's face. His eyes glowed lik e coals of fire and she seemed to see that he had changed color. re you sure you are the American Jacobs? she suddenly asked. "What proof have I of this?" The man fell back and began to glare at her. \Vhat proof do you want?" he cried. What proof can I furnish that will satisfy you? "For one thing show me your arm," she said. "1 know that Jared Jacobs has a sword-cut on his left arm between elbow and hand, made by one of Colonel Tarbell's dragoons." You know thi Mistress Shay?" "Yes. This is no secret among us. We all have heard of Jared Jacobs, the American scout, and we know, too, that he once met Colonel Tarbell's red coats to his wounding.

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zo4 Miss Dorothy has Visitors. By this time the stranger had retreated half way across the room and Dorothy was watching him closely. I demand the proof I ask," she went on. If you are Jared Jacobs and not the king's agent you will show me your arm." What if I refuse, miss?" Then I brand you as a coward and deceiver cried Dorothy, as she sprang erect and faced the man, her eyes aflame with indignation and one finger covering his face. "You are not Jacobs. You have assumed the name to catch me napping." The man in the middle of the room did not move. The scar on the arm or your defeat," continued the girl. "We are patriots in this bouse--rebels you may call us, if that name suits you better. You refuse to bare your arm? Yonder is the door, sir!" The fellow, white now to the gills, looked at Doro thy as if about to spring upon her. She fell back suddenly to the table and opened one of it drawers. The next moment her hand came out and in its grasp was a pistol which covered the head of t e startled man. Go back to the men who sent you I cried Dorothy in firm t o nes. "Tell them that your mission has failed. I will give you no names for your purpose. You have been sent to get evidence of disloyalty against me. I acknowledge that I am against the king: tell his agents that they need no proof of this. But to send

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Miss Dorothy has Visitors. 205 a man of your ilk to me only lowers them the more in my estimation." The fals e Jacobs passed over the threshold with the weapon still looking him in the face. D o rothy shut the door and went back to the table with a smile on her white face. "It was a cowardly play, to say the leas t," she said to herself. They will not attempt it again." For some time she bu ied herself with household duties and then seating herself at the window took out her knitting. A footstep sounded on the back porch. The latch of the door wa lifted, and suddenly Dorothy wa con fronted by the last person she expected to see beneath her roof. It was Mistress Patience Clarke, the daughter of the Tory who had sent his own child, as we have al ready seen, into the American camp as a spy. You will pardon this visit, s aid Pati e nce, with a smile, as she came forward and threw back the hood which concealed her face. "We are not of the same beliefs, Mistress Shay. You are for the rebels whilst I serve the king." Dorothy from the goodness of )Jer heart held out her hand. We must not be enemies," she said. You have lately done a friend of mine a service." Oh, you mean, Captain Lowry! exclaimed Pa-

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206 Miss Dorothy has Visitors. tience with a slight flush. I helped him because he helped me, and not because he was a rebel." "It makes no difference," said Dorothy. "You were of assistance to Captain Lowry when he was hard pre sed at the Red Horse Inn. I have had no chance to thank you for your kindness till now." "Thanks are not necessary," was the answer. "I have called upon a different errand. Your loyalty to the colonies i to be strongly tested and that perchance before morning Dorothy looked at Patience and read sympathy in her dark eyes. If you are for the king, why do you want to save me from trouble?" she queried. Because you are Captain Lowry' s friend and I still owe him a great debt." Dorothy did not speak. You are to be tested, as I have said. You will be visited by a man who sails under false colors, a man who calls himself, for the time, Jared Jacobs, the rebel spy." A light laugh rippled over the lips of Mistress Shay. "You come too late,'' she said. "I thank you for your warning, but I have just met the false Jacobs." He came, then? "Yes, and went," smiled Dorothy. "I was almost trapped." But you looked beneath the wolf's skin, did you? You saw through the deception?"

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Miss Dorothy has Visitors 207 "He did not have the Jacobs' arm," replied Dorothy. What is that, pray? The arm sc a rred by a saber." Oh, I see I lau g hed the Tory's child. He did not think of that when they sent him on his mission May I ask who sent him?" qu e ried t he beautiful American. Why not? He came from the King's League, of which m y own father is a l e a ding spirit. Mordecai Tripp and P e t e r Popp also belong to the League, and the y thou g ht to trap you into making out a list of Albany Tories in ord e r to prove that you would do any thing for the reb e ls' cau e ." I am willing to do all in my pow e r for the cause I love, which is that of freedom," exclaimed Dorothy I under s tand that Captain Sinclair is a dear friend of yours." Miss Patience blushed and Dorothy grasped her hand. Enemy of my country though he is," she ex claimed, "I trust he may escape the wounds of war. For your sake, Mistress Patience, I wish for him a safe return to his native England." At this, Miss Patience blu s hed deeper than ever. "If he survives the war he may not return to Eng land," and with this, almost laughing at her own words, she retreated towards the door. "We are not enemies?" said Dorothy, following her up

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208 Miss Dorothy has Visitors. "No, we cannot be. I am a loyalist,'' was the reply. Long live George the Third! "And for me long live the cause of Washington I" exclaimed Dorothy, with equal spirit, and thus the girls parted a smile on the face of both, showing that roses grow between the lines of battle.

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CHAPTER XVIII. GLORIOUS STILLWATER. THE information furnished General Morgan by our friend, Tom Hapgood, prepared the Americans in a great measure for the events narrated in the present chapter. The battle of Freeman's Farm was followed by a few days of inaction. The two armies faced one an other, but all the time the condition of Burgoyne was growing more critical. The American militia were still swarming in from all quarters. The rebel blood was up and it was determined that the British should end their campaign with surrender. The Boys of Liberty were eager for another tussle with the redcoated enemy and had made preparations looking to such an event. They had been reviewed by Arnold and Morgan who praised their bravery in the last battle and predicted that they would add to their previous record on the next field. Lieutenant Pierce was lying on his blanket in the tent on the night of the sixth of October when Cap tain Frank parted the flaps and entered "I think, Benjamin,'' said he, "that we shall soon try conclusions again with the foe. From what Tom 209

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210 Glorious Stillwater. has told me, Burgoyne has set to-morrow for his at tempt to break through our lines." Ha! so the redcoated commander has discovered that he must strike or Jose the game? exclaimed Ben jamin. He realizes the desperateness of his situation. It is a victory now or final surrender." Then the sooner we meet him the better," the young lieutenant replied. "Yes. Washington can illy spare the men he has sent Gates, and the sooner we send them back to him the better it will be for our cause." But think of the effect of bagging this British army, Frank." "It would almost bring the war to a close. At any rate it will bring ome of the other countries of Europe to our help. France, it is said, is now trembling in the balance and it needs but an overpowering triumph to turn the scales in our favor." At this moment the curtains of the little tent were parted and the well-known figure of Daniel Morgan entered. The boys rose and saluted. Keep your blankets, youno-sirs,'' said the old rifle man. "I have just dropped in for a chat The boys could see by his face that he had some news for them. "The Indian Segata, the eneca, has just come from the English camp Morgan went on. He is a shrewd warrior and if the enemy knew where to put

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Glorious Stillwater. 211 their hands on him, his days of usefulness to our cause would be terminated." "It will take a fox as good as Segata to catch him,'' Frank said. That it will. He informs me that preparations of some kind are now making in Burgoyne's camp---thc men of Fraser are astir and all firearms are being inspected." That means a move of some sort," remarked Cap tain Lowry. It can mean nothing else," answered the general. "We shall soon know what is what," and the old Vir ginian took out his pipe for a smoke. The two boys could not but admire this man whose whole soul was wrapped up in the cause of American liberty. They remembered liow he had fought with Braddock many years before, how he had led the Americans on more than one hard-fought field, against the king's troops, and as they regarded him in silence they saw the light of coming battle flash up in his eyes and die away again. "Shall we fight to-morrow, general?" asked Cap tain Frank. I hope so," cried Morgan. I am impatient to measure strength with urgoyne's men once more. We showed them what we were made of at Freeman's Farm and the next time they shall fe 1 more of our mettle. Yes young irs, I hope they will try to break our lines to-morrow."

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212 Glorious Stillwater. And so do I exclaimed a voice, at sound of which all turned towards the entrance. "It is Tom!" cried Frank and Benjamin at the same moment. Tom Hapgood stood for a little while between the parted tent curtains and then came forward. "They're going to fight, sir," he exclaimed. "When I saw General Burgoyne bring his clenched hand down upon the table and cry out that it was fight or retreat, I knew that his spirit was not yet broken." Good I cried Captain Lowry. "Our forces are eager for the tilt on the field of battle, and I am sure every man will give a good account of himself." But General Arnold is still under arrest," said Tom. Yes,'' replied Morgan. But his spirit will not submit to such an indignity. I do not like to censure my superiors, but it was General Arnold as much as any one el e who helped us to gain the fight at Free man's Farm, and General Gate secretly knows it." "Then we shall have General Arnold with us in the coming battle?" queried Benjamin. "Undoubtedly," responded Morgan. The following moment the old rifleman shook the ashes from his pipe and rose to his feet. "Be ready" he said, glancing over the little group. "The next fight will determine the mastery.' The next moment he lifted his coonskin cap and walked away.

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Glorious Stillwater. 213 I wonder if the enemy expect to subdue the colonies so long as one man like Daniel Morgan lives to resist? cried Tom. If they do they count without their host," replied Frank. I cannot sleep without taking a turn through the camp to see that everything is in readiness for to morrow." With this he threw on his cloak, for the air was chill, and sauntered out. His course took him through the cantonment of the Boys of Liberty. A more beautiful night cannot be imagined. The heavens were studded with glowing stars and a light wind moved the last leaves of autumn that still clung to the boughs. Not far away the lordly Hudson which rolled between Burgoyne and safety, sang its way to the sea, and everywhere glowed the watch-fires of the patriots. A figure started from the ground at Frank's feet. The young captain fell back a step, but suddenly cried out: You, Segata? The Seneca held out his hand which was cordially grasped and the youths looked into each other's faces. They come! said the young Indian. The red coats are singing their death-songs." So bad as that? smiled Frank. Then we shall fight them to-morrow? "When the sun comes up, brother," was the con-

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Glorious Stillwater. fident reply. Segata has seen them cleaning their guns and the great chief will lead his braves in person." General Burgoyne is no coward," Frank an swered. He is brave, no matter if he does lead some men who are a disgrace to civilized warfare." With this the two went through the camp together. The Indian was strangely silent, but now and then he pointed out certain things which had hitherto escaped our hero's notice. It was near midnight when Captain Lowry returned to the tent. Benjamin was wrapped in slumber and was not disturbed. Frank coiled down beside him and dropped gently into dreams. With the morning light the whole army was astir. The Boys of Liberty under Captain Frank's direc tion were posted on ground where the attack was ex pected to be made. They had keenly looked to their weapons and were ready for the battle. Morgan had seen to the posting of his own command and the men in Virginia buckskin eagerly awaited the onset. It was the memorable seventh of October. "It seems to me," said Benjamin to Captain Lowry, that we are in a position to receive the first attack." I cannot think otherwise," was the answer. "The enemy will come down upon us like a whirlwind." All of them think you, Captain?" "Not all, perhaps, but enough to give us plenty to do."

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Glorious Stillwater. Suddenly something r d shone through the trees and Benjamin pointed it out with an exclamation. There they come I cried he. The ball is about to open." Sure enough in another moment the Jong Jines of scarlet were seen advancing. They presented a gor geous appearance as they came on marching as if on dress parade, their mus kets, polished for the fray, glittering in the first beams of the rising sun. It is Fraser's command! said Captain Frank. I know them by their splendid marching." On came the long ranks of red, deploying gallantly in the very faces of their foes, their blazoned banners opening to the cool breeze and the swords of the cap tains shining in the light. The Boys of Liberty grasped their muskets with firmer grip and watched the enemy. All at once Morgan with hi three thousand riflemen sprank up like so many tigers and moved forward. Their rifles blazed out in one great volley and the British seemed to stagger. Again and again those death-dealing weapons flashed in their devoted faces and the ranks, stopping for an instant, were pushed on by their shouting lead ers The next minute the whole earth seemed to tremble with the shock of battle. Fraser, Riedesel, Ackland and Balcarras were at the head of their troops, and not far away Burgoyne himself Jed another part of the attacking force.

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216 Glorious Stillwater. Again and again the British charged the American lines only to be met with bravery equal to their own. Their men went down till the whole field was dotted with scarlet coats. Fraser, mounted on a white charger, seemed every where. General Morgan, seeing this, called some of his riflemen to his side. "Yonder," cried he," is General Fraser, the bravest man in the British army. He mus t fall! The sharpshooting Virginians trained their rifles on the conspicuous figure, and horse and rider went down in a huddled heap. Stand firm!" called out Captain Lowry, as he looked down the line of the Boys of Liberty. "It is freedom or death." Out flashed the six-and-thirty rifles of the little command and a detachment of the enemy's force seemed to recoil. From this time on the fighting became desperate. The Americans were forced back only to recover the lost ground a moment later. They fought like men whose cause was just, as indeed it was. Look! cried Tom Hapgood, pointing to the right. 'Tis General Arnold on his black horse I Down from the hill where he had chafed under Gates' displeasure, and under arrest, and deprived of his command, came the real spirit of the battle. The coal black charger bore his master gallantly. Arnold dashed down the front of the Boys of

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Glorious Stillwater. 'lI7 Liberty, cheered to the echo, and threw himself into the very vortex of the fight. He seemed everywhere. Come on I he shouted to the Americans. I will lead you to victory Captain Lowry and his boys followed where the master spirit led and encountered a line of redcoats that had just come up. They came face to face and both lines halted. Fire! rang out from the front of both ranks. Down with the rebels I came from British throats. "Liberty forever!" responded the Boys of Liberty. The British undismayed by their reception came on and bayonets were crossed amid the smoke. "I have you at last I" exclaimed a voice as a sword flashed in Captain Frank's face. The young leader of the Liberty Boys es ayed no reply, but met the challenge with all his courage. There was a fierce encounter and Captain Sinclair lay on the ground with the blade of the young partisan in his shoulder. Spare him I cried Captain Lowry, as half a dozen of his command rushed to the spot. Captain Sinclair was picked up and carried back within the American lines. Everywhere the battle raged with unabated fury. It was now charge and countercharge. Gates sent messenger after messenger to recall Arnold whom he had previ o usly placed under arrest, but the impetuous

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Glorious Stillwater. officer would not heed. At last a wounded He sian brought him down and the black horse fell upon his rider. Now the last charge before they fly I" cried Cap tain Lowry, and he and his little company dashed straight at a detachment of Germans who still disputed the field. The Hessians were forced back at the point of the bayonet and were the last to give way. Burgoyne, his eyes filled with tears, saw the rout' that now overtook his army. The fifteen hundred men whom he had led against the mericans were in defeat. The ground was covered with scarlet uniforms and buff and blue coats. It is all over," said Captain Lowry as he stood among hi Boys and surveyed the field. "Now, please God, we shall have help from across the water." Never had Americans before displayed such bravery as they had shown on the field of Stillwater. I am proud of you exclaimed General Morgan, as he suddenly appeared before Captain Lowry and his heroes. "Whilst we have such as you to defend the principles of liberty, defeat and kingly slavery are impossible." The Boys of Liberty lifted their caps and sent up a ringing cheer. Twilight was at hand before the battle had closed. It was a great victory for the Americans and had General Gates di played any energy the defeat of the

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Glorious Stillwater. 219 enemy would have been the more crushing. He had contributed nothing to the glorious victory, for not a reinforcement had he sent to his hard-pressed men. "It is glory enough for one day," remarked Cap tain Lowry as he at last heathed his sword. "We have almo t caught the scarlet fox. One more battle and the fur is ours! cried Tom Hapgood, as he wiped bi powder-blackened face and tossed his cap m air. There was rejoicing in the patriot camp that night. Captain Lowry proceeded to a little hut that stood on the battlefield and b e nt over a cot upon which lay a young British officer with pale face and glittering eyes. As the wounded one caught sight of our hero he lifted his hand and smiled faintly. I am no match for you on the battlefield, Captain Lowry," he exclaimed. "Where did you learn swordsmanship?" "In the tent of Koskiusco, the Pole," was the reply. "You must have been an apt scholar," smiled back Captain Sinclair. I tru t you are not badly hurt, Captain. I might have made it worse--" "Make no apologies, sir. I did my best to give you your billet, and it was not my fault that I did not." For a moment silence fell between the two young soldiers. It is the end of the northern game,'' at last said the young Briton with a sigh. I could not but notice

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220 Glorious Stillwater. how well your command fought, Captain Lowry. You must consider your cause a just one." There was never one juster in the world," was the proud response. "Think you now, Captain, that the king can crush his rebellious subjects?" "Not if they are all like your Boys of Liberty," and Captain Sinclair held out his hand. I admire a brave foe. It is a pity, sir, that we are enemies."

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CHAPTER XIX. CAPTAIN FRANK AND THE TORIES. WHAT think you now?" asked Captain Lowry, as he and Benjamin came to the brow of a hill which overlooked a part of the British camp. It will take another battle." "I am not sure of that," was the reply. "General Burgoyne may attempt to retreat, but he will soon dis cover that we have hemmed him in and being a mili tary man, he will probably give up the game." To this Frank made no reply but shaded his eyes, for the sun of the day following the battle was shining brightly, and for a few moment gazed anxiously towards the white tents vi ible. "We owe yesterday's victory to General Arnold," he said at last. He disobeyed General Gates and threw himself into the fray. It is unfortunate that he was wounded It is said he will lose his leg." It will have been lost in a glorious cause," an swered Benjamin. "Did you notice how well the rifle men stood to their work? "They always do, but yesterday they were more than heroes. With such a general as Daniel Morgan, they command victory on the field of battle." 221

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222 Captain Frank and the Tories. When the young soldiers reached the foot of the hill Captain Lowry turned to his companion and said : "I am going to Albany, Benjamin." "When?" "At once. Strange to say, I am going at the request of one of our enemies." Not Captain Sinclair? "Yes, at the Captain's reque st. He would have Mistre s Clarke know that he is wounded. I shall go at once." Thereupon when he reached his tent the young cap tain of the Boys of Liberty began to make prepara tions for his departure and in a short time he was on his journey. It was night as the young soldier entered the town. Here and there lights were observable and little groups of people on the streets were still discussing the over throw of Burgoyne on the field of Stillwater. Avoiding these as much possible, Captain Lowry proceeded to the home of the Tory's daughter and rapped lightly. To his pleasure the door was opened by Patience herself. She recoiled the moment her gaze fell upon Captain Lowry whom she recognized at once. This is indeed a surprise I cried the girl. "Doubtless," returned Frank with a smile, "you expected Captain Sinclair?" A quick flush told the young American that his sur mise was a correct one.

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Captain Frank and the Tories. 223 What has happened? asked Patience. I have heard of the battle. He has sent me no message-" "I am the messenger," interrupted Captain Lowry. I have come to you at his request." Then he is a prisoner? "A wounded prisoner," was the reply. "You will have to blame me for Captain inclair's situation." What, and you have come to tell me this? Yes, Mistress Patience. We are not the bitter enemies we have been." "I am glad to hear you say this. \Var makes brute of men. You met Captain Sinclair in battle? "And wounded him." The Tory's daughter drew back and for a moment regarded Frank in silence. He said he would meet you some time, and pay up the score he owed." It is not his fault that he failed," answered Cap tain Frank. I can assure you that Captain Sinclair did his very best." The young girl would have replied had not the door opened at that moment and the burly figure of her father entered the room. The gaze of the old Tory fell first upon Captain Lowry and then wandered to his daughter. What means this?" he exclaimed with the gruff ness of a bear. "Do I see you my child talking with one of our foes ?

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224 Captain Frank and the Tories. I have been talking with Captain Lowry of the American army--" Of the rebel rabble, you mean? broke in the Tory. This is a sight that drives me wild. "Captain Lowry has just come from the field of battle with a message for me." How, for you, child?" He bears a message from Captain Sinclair." "Why did the captain entrust the message to one of our enemies?" "Because he could not come himself." The Tory threw his hands behind his back and for a minute paced the room like a tiger. All at once he halted in front of Captain Lowry and, throwi ng up his head, cried out with all the haughti ness he could assume : So I suppose you come to Albany as a victor? I do not parade our triumph before those whom it might humiliate," r eplied Frank. "The town is full of news from the seat of war. I came to Albany on private business." Yet the sight of you is distasteful. You con quered yesterday. You killed General Fraser.' "And I am here to bear witness to his bravery, enemy though he was. He fell before the shots of Morgan's riflemen." "Singled out for slaughter, no doubt." To these last words Captain Lowry did not reply but turned to Patience.

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Captain Frank and the Tories. 225 "Look at me I" cried the Tory. "What are you going to make out of your triumph?" "The future must answer that, sir." You think, no doubt, that General Burgoyne will now lay down his arms. One battle does not settle the campaign You have yet to meet other troops as brave as those you have already met." "And I trust, sir, with the same result." I cannot bear the sight of one of the king's enemies I" exclaimed the Tory. "Then, sir, having concluded my business, I will relieve you of my presence." Captain Lowry bowed to Patience and moved toward the door. You will carry my be t wishes to Captain Sinclair," said the girl in a firm voice. "Tell him that I regret his mi fortune, but not to despair of the king's cause." "And tell him for me,'' cried the Tory, "to make the rebels pay dearly for everything they did at Still water ye terday." I shall only be too glad to deliver both messages," aid Frank. "Captain Sinclair wiU not be able for some time to carry out your injunction, Master Clarke." He bowed himself out of the house and crossed the porch to the street. As he went down the pavement he heard footsteps behind him and all at once voices grated on his ear. "That's the one," said one of the speakers. "That's

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226 Captain Frank and the Tories. the young rebel fresh from the rabble at Still water." The tones indicated danger and half a dozen steps further on Captain Lowry paused and looked back. He beheld at least four stalwart fellows almost on his heels. Their presence was menacing to a degree and he involuntarily reached for his sword. Look I he threatens fight," cried one of the men. "By my life! the young rebel thinks he is a match for all of us." By this time Captain Frank fairly faced the quar tette who undoubtedly meant harm. He backed up against a wall, and pre ented a front calculated to cause his pursuers some fears. Stand I he called out. You will give an account of yourselves. My mission here is one of peace." Hear him cried the foremost of the four. Just from the rebel army, and prates of peace." Captain Lowry grasped his sword firmly and looked his foes over from head to foot. The odds are against me," he said to himself .. But two of them are am1ed, so far as I can see. The wall is behind me and blocks retreat. I must give battle." The four drew together and for a little while seemed to study the young American. Wbat brought you hither? asked one. "I have already said that my mission is one of peace I do not deny that I am a soldier."

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Captain Frank and the Tories. 'l'l7 And a rebel? A rebel, if you will have it so," said Frank with a smile. What is more, I fought at Stillwater yester day. I am Captain Lowry of the Boys of Liberty." "We knew that, sir ,' was the reply. "You were spotted from the mome nt you entered the town. We haven't lost sight of you for a minute." "Just like your kind, answered Captain Frank with spmt. I know the Tory pretty well." At this the four came a little closer, whereupon the young soldier's blade was suddenly lifted and shone in the rough faces of the foe. "Pshaw I you don't intend to fight us?" cried the leader. "Why, sir we are four, you are but one." Granted," said Frank. "You are at liberty to press your advantage with all the skill in your power." One of the quartette sprang forward at this and struck out with a stick which he carried. But for Capt ain Lawry's agility the stout weapon might have de cended upon his head but at the same moment, by a dextrous movement of his sword-arm, he sent the cudgel spinning from the man's hands and it fell at his feet. The fellow uttered a cry and recoiled, for he feared the stroke would be followed up by its maker. "Forward!" cried one behind him. "We must not let a rebel beat us that way." The next moment all four came at Captain Frank,

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228 Captain Frank and the Tories. thinking to overcome him by force of numbers, but the young parti an was on the alert. He struck out so rapidly that the Tories fell back, one with a cut aero s the face, another with a blow on the head, and the third pricked by the point of the reb e l steel. Frank prang forward and followed up his advan ta ge. He was in the midst of the enemy in a moment. The way he struck right and left, saying nothing but doing things, dazed the rabble. They were now ea er to get out of his way when a few moment b fore they were insolent and boastful. aptain Lowry leaped over the ones he had forced to the stones, and striking a final blow at one who was fleeing, he bounded up the street and disappeared. The combat did not occupy the time required to nar rate it. Captain Lowry did not run far. He pau se d soon and looked back. Not a Tory was in sight. Five minutes later he entered a coffee-house and took a table in a quiet corner. The encounter through which he had passed was still uppermost in his mind. The place was well filled with citizens, some of whom were rather loudly discussing the late battle and spec ulating on the outcome of the campaign. The little adventure had given our hero an appetite, and he was discussing the viands, when upon glancing up he di covered that he was observed by a large man who sat opposite him.

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Captain Frank and the Tories. 2.2.9 It took Captain Lowry some time to recognize his inspector, but all at once he saw things clearly. There was a strong Tory element in the old town, and among it all lovers of liberty were at a discount. "So you have come to dis uss the news, Master Tripp?" thought Captain Frank. If you will only come over to my table I shall be delighted to retail the story of glorious Stillwater." As if his words had been heard, Mordecai Tripp, the arch Tory, left his stool and came forward. In another moment he was seated on the opposite side of Captain Low ry' s table and was eyeing him like a hawk. "I know y ou, sir," said the Tory. "It seems to me that you have a large amount of audacity to appear in a public house after having but yesterday fought against his Royal Highness, George the Third." Frank could scarcely repre ss a smile, for the Tory's face was livid and he was shaking with rage. May I ask, Master Tripp, when you were made director of my movement ? "he replied, fixing his gaze on the loyalist's face. If you have not been made acquaint ed with the details of yesterday's glorious fray, I hall be pleased to nlighten you." I have heard something of the fight." "Know, then," said Frank, as he coolly put down his cup of Java, "that the king's troops sallied out to attack us. It was a splendid sight We had been waiting for them. Our ranks were well together, guns charged and plenty of additional ammunition at our

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230 Captain Frank and the Tories. command. General Fraser's veterans came down upon us in plendid order, but our first volley tore through their lines in great shape. The ground was soon strewn with carlet uniforms. The flag of the Royal Highlanders went down first and then the banner of the king's hirelings from Hesse Cassel bit the dust. It wa glorious, Master Tripp." The maddened Tory struck the table heavily with his fist. This, in my presence?" he cried. "Why not, sir? We m et and repulsed Fraser and sent back in confusion Ackland's grenadiers Then Riedesel brought up his Royal Fusileers, but we met them with the bayonet and i n a moment they, too, recoiled. It was the most glorious victory of the war." "Enough I" exclaimed the old Tory. "You should be hanged on a gibbet, sir." I've no doubt King George would like to endorse your propo sit ion, but the fact is, sir, that the hanging now is not likely to take place, for hark ye, Maste r Tripp, yesterday's battle secures the help of King Louis." Never, sir! shouted the Tory, raising his voice until it rang throughout the house. "I say never, sir! This audacious rebellion shall be put down, if it costs every soldier in the king's dominions." Fra nk leaned back and burst into a fit of derisive laughter.

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Captain Frank and the Tories. 231 Gentlemen and friend ," continued Mordecai Tripp, do you hear the young rebel? He rejoices in our midst over the victory won yesterday on the field of Stillwater. Have I no friends in Albany?" At this half a dozen men sprang erect and glared at Captain Lowry, who coolly retained his seat. Mordecai in stepping back missed his footing and sprawled at full length on the floor, a ludicrous spectacle. There were signs of an onset on the young American, seeing which Captain Frank drew his sword and came round the table. He faced the whole lot with the courage of a young lion. "Keep your di tance, sirs!" he cried out, looking over the crowd. I came in here with no desire for a disturbance. I shall provoke no fray. It all d e pend on your attitude. I have paid my score and shall depart." Down the narrow ai le he went, still facing the gathering storm, his face calm and serene, his hand firm at the hilt of his sword, but with a twinkle in his clear blue eyes. The Tories were held at ba y b his d e fiant mien. In less than a second he had reached the door of the coffee-house. Shut the door on the young rebel! cried severa l voices. If you dare! was the reply.

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'lJ'l Captain Frank and the Tories. At that moment Frank heard a light footstep behind him. "Stand firm, white brother,'' said a well-known voice, and as it echoed throughout the room, a rifle was thrust over Captain Lawry's shoulder. The Indian I the Seneca I cried several voices, and there was a sudden falling back among the tables. Frank with a last look at his foes turned and gained the outer air. "Segata hates the Tory serpents!" spoke the red skin. His finger is ready to press the trigger." "Not now," said Frank, with a look into the Indian's face. The next fight will humble those prating friends of King George."

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CHAPTER XX. SARATOGA. "WE shall bag the red fox soon!" exclaimed Tom Hapgood as he entered Captain Lowry's tent and sprawled on the couch. The lines are being tight ened about him. Morgan's riflemen are picking off his gunners, and on account of these sharpshooting fellows, the enemy can't get any water." Yes, it looks like the jig was up," replied Ben jamin. Captain Frank walked out and crossed the space that separated his quarter from General Morgan's. "I've just had a visitor," said the old rifleman with a smile. "I would almost wager my commission that you cannot guess his identity." Captain Frank shook his head. "vVe are liable to have all sorts of callers these days," said he. "My caller was your old acquaintance, Master Hick ." What, Job, to whom I administered the oath of allegiance?" "Yes, Captain." What in the world did the fellow want?" 233

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Saratoga. "You could not guess in an hour. He wanted a commission in our army." "What, Job Hicks?" exclaimed Frank. "Why, I never thought he would turn warrior." "There is a motive behind it all," said Morgan. He nearly let the cat out of the bag. I half believe that he would find favor in the eyes cf Mistress Shay." "In Dorothy's eyes?" and Frank broke into a laugh. "Why, General, Job is the fellow who hid the muskets in her cellar." "So you have told me." "Does he think that by donning buff and blue he can get into her good graces? "There's really no telling what a fellow will do when he is in love. Job seemed in earnest in his inten tion s. He wanted to join the Boys of Liberty." "Wonders will never cease!" cried Captain Lowry. Where is Master Hicks now? "He promised to come back." Morgan glanced at his watch. It is time he were here now." At that very moment some one raised the curtain of Morgan's tent, and there stood Master Job as large as life. He was taken a little aba c k when he discovered that the old rifleman wa not alone. "Come in, Ma ter Hicks," said the general cleverly "Captain Lowry has just happened in, and maybe he can do something for you." Job flushed violently as he recall ed the trick he had served Frank by departing almost before the oath of

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Saratoga. 235 allegiance was finished, but he made the most of it, and, taking off his cap, bowed low to the young soldier. "How goes it, Job," asked Frank, taking his hand. Things are moving fine, since we won the last battle, was the reply. You did not get a share of it, I believe?" "Unfortunately, no," stammered Job. "I was un avoidably detained at home. It was my intention to take my place in the ranks, but you see, Cap t ain Lowry, circumstances over which I had no control--" "I see,'' interrupted Frank, who could hardly sup press the merriment that strug g led to e s c ap e "No doubt you would have been an ex ce llent addi t ion to our ranks had y ou joined us in time. We needed help, for we were hard pres s ed." I'm sorry I could not reach you in time. But now, sir, I off e r myself as a sacrifice on the altars of Amer ican liberty." The young Tory, for at heart he was nothing else, spoke with a great deal of bravado, and Captain Lowry was afraid to glance towards Morgan, for fear that officer's countenance would cause him to laugh m Job's face. We'll take you, Master Hicks, and be proud of your services. You may consider yourself from this time an American soldier." Yes," added General Morgan, you will of course fight in the front rank, for I am sure you are anxious to take part where the glory is greatest--"

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' Saratoga. And the balls thickest," said Frank. The cheeks of the new recruit paled at these words, but he kept his head. We are going out on a scout to-night, in fact, in a few minutes," continued Captain Lowry, and if you will report at my tent I will see that you accom pany us." "I'll be there!" cried Job. "I am ready for any service, however arduou ." True to his promi e, Master Hicks, within the next hour, reported at Captain Lowry's tent, and with twenty Boys of Liberty, the march was taken up from the camp. Tom Hapgood was one of the number. The little band, led by Captain Lowry in person, proceeded to the edge of a belt of dense timber and halted. Frank instructed the party to be careful, aying that they were near the British li ne s and were liable to be attacked at any mom e nt. Tom and Job were directed to proceed to a certain spot for the purpose of acting as guards, while the rest of the command made a reconnaissance further on. Seems to me, Master Hapgood, this is a tick lish place," said the n e w recruit, drawing close to Tom as he peered among the trees. "It is the very place where the enemy w111 attack if he comes," was the reply. Wh they could come down upon us, and take us prisoners before we could get away."

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Saratoga. 237 I don't think they would stop to take prisoners," repli ed Tom. "Th foe is desperate, and should he come down upon this point we must s 11 our lives as dearly as po ible ." "Do you think he will really come?" asked Job. I don't feel very well, and I think I'll go back to camp." "And leave me to my fate?" cried Tom. "Why, Job, what sort of fellow are you?" "Truth to tell, Ma ter Tom, I didn't bargain for serv ice of this kind when I enlisted. I don't want to be killed yet and--" "Hush I" interrupted Tom, clutching Job's arm. What strange noise was that? "Mercy on me I It's the enemy I" gasped the new recruit. "I can see them yonder among the trees." tand your ground and die like a man! commanded Tom. N-no, I can't do that Master Tom." But you must. Here they come I There was a noise straight ahead, and Tom fired his musket among the treetop dragging Job after him. "Let me go, Ma ter Tom I" exclaimed Job. "I don't believe in war anyhow. It's cruel at the best." Several guns fla hed in the fac s of the couple under the trees, and Master Hicks, breaking from Tom's grasp sped away like a deer. Sergeant Hapgood leaned against a tree and gave vent to his feelings in a boisterous fit of laughter

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Saratoga. He could hear Job scurrying through the underbrush, all the while giving expression to gasps of terror. Where's the hero? asked Frank, as he came up with his companions. He's nearly in camp by this time," said Tom. "He can outstrip a deer. I wish General Morgan could see him." The boys returned to camp and began to look for Master Hicks. At last he was found in one corner of Captain Frank's tent and dragged forth by Tom Hapgood. "Did you escape, too, Master Tom?" cried Job, staring at the young sergeant with bulging eyes. "They were right on my heels all the way to camp. Once I turned and fired into their faces, and that checked them for a while and gave me a chance to escape with my life." Frank and Tom looked at one another and smiled. "I don't think they'll follow us here," Tom re marked. If they do, we'll show them what fighting is." "That we will!" spunked up the coward. "Just let them come into the camp if they dare I The next day there was much merriment throughout the American camp over the trick the boys had played on their new recruit. General Morgan enjoyed the joke as much as any one, and poor Job thought he was the hero of the occasion. I trust," be said confidentially to Captain Frank,

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Saratoga. 239 that you will let Mistress Shay know what a fight we had with the enemy. Tell her that I shall defend the flag of freedom to the best of my ability. I really think I shot one of the redcoats last night. You didn't find a dead soldier this morning? "No, his comrades likely carried him off the field," replied the young captain. We are going out on a more hazardous expedition to-night; in fact we shall penetrate the enemy's lines, and you will have an opportunity to be revenged." If my head gets better," said Job. I have a bad headache just now, one which, if it keeps up, would disqualify me from taking an active part in a battle." As no expedition was intended, the hero of the last one was not called out. The days that now passed were anxiou ones to General Burgoyne. He would have re-crossed the Hudson and attempted to retreat into Canada, but the Americans had blocked the way by guarding the fords, and he discovered that the jig was up, as Tom Hapgood had tersely put it. Burgoyne could look nowhere for help. The splendid army which he had led from the northi was melting away before his eyes. His allies had left him, the Tories had deserted in large numbers,. and the Indians had skulked back into the forests, for they feared the dreaded rifles of Morgan's back woodsmen.

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Saratoga. The British camp was nearly out of water. It was almost certain death to seek the health-giving fluid, for the water supply was covered by patriot rifles, and those who tried to supply the camp fell before them. There was but one thing left for the unhappy Bur goyne. He saw surrender staring him in the face, and at last he sent a mes age to Gates asking for terms. He had been hunted to Saratoga, hemmed in by as brave a band of men as ever lifted a weapon in the holy cause of liberty. I think the end is in sight," remarked Captain Lowry to Benjamin, as he came from Morgan's tent. General Burgoyne is now asking for terms." Up into the air went Benjamin's cap, and his shout was heard far away. That very day Miss Dorothy came into camp, and went straight to Captain Lawry's quarters. Her face was wreathed in smiles. It is almost too diverting," she exclaimed, after being greeted by the two boys. "I have just had a visitor. Did he really fight well the other night? Whom do you mean?" queried Frank. Master Hicks," replied the girl. He gave a very graphic account of the night attack by the enemy, and showed me a tear in his jacket which he said was made by a British ball." "The brave hero I" exclaimed Benjamin. "Why,

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Saratoga. he would have taken ancient Troy without the aid of Achilles." "Really?" said the mystified Dorothy. "I'm glad Master Hicks has imbibed some courage." She wa undeceived by Frank and Benjamin amid considera ble merriment, and promised to take Master Job to task for the wonderful fiction he had spun for her edification. She informed the boys that Captain Sinclair was then in Alb any, where he was being nursed by Mistress Patience at her own home, while her father was still muttering threats against the rebels. It wa a bright day when the whole British army marched out on the plains of Saratoga and grounded their arms. The field shone in scarlet, the blazoned bann ers of King George fluttered for the last time in the breeze and were folded and laid across the stacked muskets. Look how General Burgoyne steps I cried Cap tain Frank as he gaz d upon the fallen foe. "He is a general, every inch of him," said Benjamin in return. But for our campaign, he would now be marching south spreading terror in his front." Just then some one stepped to the boys' side and poke. egata sees the flag of the boastful white man across the great wat e r fall," said the Seneca, as his dark eyes flashed. "The Long Knives have caught the r ed fox."

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Saratoga. And we owe no little of the glory to you cried Captain Lowry, seizing the Indian's hand. "This is a great day for freedom." The young warrior drew hjmself up proudly, and shook the plumes that formed his head-dress. "Here comes General Morgan I" cried Benjamin. The old rifleman approached with a broad smjle on his swarthy face. Holding out his hands, he grasped those of the young captain, and said, looking into Frank's eyes: "General Burgoyne has asked about you, sir." "About me?" exclaimed Captain Lowry, with a deep flush. "Yes, sir. He wants to meet, he says, the com mander of the boys who beat back his trained regulars at Freeman's Farm and Stillwater." "I will go," answered Frank. "Cannot Benjamjn come, too? "Certainly." General Morgan conducted our young heroes to where Burgoyne stood surrounded by some of his general officers. "My young sirs,'' exclaimed the British general, as he bowed to the boys, although the fortunes of war have made me your prisoner, I must congratulate you upon the noble fight you made against my veterans. I noticed your heroic stand, and upon inquiry learned who you were. Sirs, I am proud to surrender to soldiers of your standing."

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Saratoga. Frank and Benjamin felt their cheeks tingle. General Burgoyne," said Captain Lowry, "we are ready to bear testimony that this capitulation was through no fault of yours." The British soldier stepped back with a pleased smile and spoke to his companions: You see, gentlemen, to what honorable soldiers we have surrendered. We must always bear witness to their bravery." A few days later Frank and enjamin were back in Albany at Mistress Shay's board. I must tell you, said Dorothy, "that Captain Sin clair has concluded to remain in America after the war." I presume the bright eyes of Miss Patience had something to do with his resolve," said Benjamin. I have not the least doubt of it." "And Master Popp, the saddler, has given up his apple rolling and will go elsewhere." A good riddance remarked Captain Lowry. But what is to become of Master Hicks?" Oh, he has already departed," laughed the young miss He called yesterday to say that he believed he didn't feel warlike enough to adopt the profession of arms." His one terrible experience b e ing enough for him, no doubt," exclaimed Lieutenant Pierce with a laugh. "Doubtless," commented Dorothy, as she poured the tea with one of her sweetest smiles.

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Saratoga. Just as Benjamin had predicted, the victory at Sara toga paved the way for intervention by Louis the Six teenth, which made sure the establishment on these shores of the greatest republic in the world, over which flo at e d the fairest flag that ever waved amid the smoke of battle The surrender of Burgoyne did not end the services of the Boys of Liberty. They marched to other fields, nor laid a side th e ir arms until the drums of freedom beat victory at Yorktown. THE END.


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