The jail-breaker of Shirley; or, The boy who dared and won

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The jail-breaker of Shirley; or, The boy who dared and won
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. LONGER STORIES THAN CONTAINED IN A DIFFERENT COMPLfTE STORY EVERY WEEK Mo.lS Phil called to Craven to be quick. and as he did so a bullet whizzed past his head a n d s truck Craven in the calf of the 1.-r. The prisoner paused a moment. muttered a deep curse. then disappeared on the other s ide.


BRAVEBOLD .A Different Complete Story Every Week Iu.ud Wukly. By Subscription /a.50 per year. Entered to Act of Congress in tile year IQ03, in tlu Office of the Librarian of Congress. Washing1on, .D. C. STREET & SMITH, 2,J8 William St., N Y. f No. 28. NEW YORK, July 4, j90J. Price Five Cents. THE JAIL=BREAKER OF SHIRLEY; OR, The Boy Who Dared and Won. / \ By lW:ATT ROYAL,.. CHAPTER I. "Silence in court!" The judge l ooked very stern as he sign to t h e usher to restore o r der. The usher looke d even sterner as. straightening him self up with all the dignity h e could assume, he looked over the heads of the people and detected the cause of the commotion. A crowd of schoolboys just released from their studies an d anxious to hear as much as possible o f the great trfal going on, wer e piling in at the door and jos t l ing one ano ther in their efforts to secure the one or two vacant seats left. The courthouse was almost packed by a dense mass of human ity th a t preferred to endure the h eat to leavin g their curi o sity unsatisfied. The trial might well be called a great one. The crime that ha

2 BRAVE AND BOLD. He was arrested and lodged in jail. The tri al, with which qur story opens, excited more than nsual interest. Many came from a great di;tance to attend it. It had occupied three days, and was now drawing to a close. The evidence went strongly against the prisoner, vValter Craven, and there was very little doubt he would be convicted. During the last day of the trial-from the very beginning, some said-he acted in a very strange manner. He appeared crushed by the weight of the blow that had fallen upon him, and sat in the box with his head hangiug limp upon his breast. Scarcely \wice did he look up and then only for an instant, when he was calleC! upon to face the jury and submit to recog nition by one of the witnesse!. Many of the spectators stirred by ct1riosity, strained their necks to catch a glimpse of the pri s oner's face. Only those in the front part of the hall succeeded. Vv'hcther Craven was overcome by the thought of his monstrous crime, or maddened by the idle curiosity of the people, is hard to tell. Anyhow, he managed during the last day of the trial to keep his face from being seen except by a very few. More than o ne remarked this sensitiveness on the part of the prisoner, and by noon of the last day it had become the talk of the town. Some attributed it to his guilt, saying he was stricken by re morse or afraid of the gallows. Others claim e d that it. was a sign of his innocence; but these persons were l ess in numb e r. The prevailing opinion wa s that 'N'alter Craven murdered Arthur Demorest in cold blood, and as a con s equence could not hold up his head "Silence in court!" The usher's voice rang out for the second time, and the school boys were awed into silence and good behavior. Only two of them-Phil l\Iarvin and Budd Temple-succeeded in securing se4-its, and the s e were at the extreme back of the hall. They listened to the trial for some time, and then indulged in a whispered conversation. "I say, Phil." Budd, "that chap's guilty, as sure as I!ve got a coat on." "vVhat makes you thin!< so?" asked Marvin, without t;i,king his eyes off the top of the prisoner's head, scarcely visible above the box. "Look at tl1e way he sits." !" "\Vhy doesn't he sit up and show his face? A man should l ook his accusers in the eye. That fellow has a guilty look-a hang-dog look, and I'll bet--" "Hush, Budd I You 'il be heard." Phil ).1arvin had noticed a lady, heavily veiled, sitting a little to his right, who turned her head as Budd spoke. She had evidently cagh a part of the conversation. She ap peared to be taking a very deep interest in the trial. She was richly dressed, and had that unmistakable air of refinement and good breeding that characterizes a lady. Phil watched her for some time, and observed that, while sh e missed po part of the proceedings, she tried to conceal the deep interest s he took He further observed that she was very much affected, and that it was with difficulty she suppressed of her grief. He could not recollect that he had ever seen her before. He co11cl11dcd she was a stranger, a or friend of the prisoner's and that she had good reasons for not wishing her presenc e to be known. After a while, during the cross-examinatio n of one of the wit nesses, a damaging piece of evidence was brought out. Walter the prisoner, and Arthur Demorest, the murdered man, had been see n the evening before in the vicinity of the swamp. This, coupled with Craven's positive denial of having been near the swamp, made things look bad for him. The veiled lady's agitation increased. Phil noted her e:'forts to stifle her sobs and to avoid attracting attention: Partly from a charitable impulse, he turned to Budd and said, in a half whisper : "Budd, I'll believe that man innocent till he's proven guilty. There's not enough proof as yet." The lad y heard him. She turned in her seat and him a look of gratitude, slightly raising her veil as she did so. The face he beheld was young and beautiful, but it was marked by sorrow, and a pathetic, pleading expression. The sight touched Phil's heart. The veil was dropped in an instant. and none of the crowd, intent upon the trial, l;:new that a subt l e bond of sympathy had been 'Created between these two persons. The trial came to an end. The judge summed up the evidence and the jury in a manner hurtful to the prisoner. He referred to one p o int made by the d e fense. Arthur Demo rest had been a bad man-a n o toriou sly bad man-whose rrpulation had come to Shirley, al though he had been personally unknown there. This, the judge said, could have no weight, since the plea was not "self-defense." The fact that the murdered man had b e en an unprincipled scoun drel should not bias the jury in the prisoner's favor. After the jury had retired to deliberate, Budd Temple and Phil Marvin resumed their conver s ation "He's condemned sure, Phil." "I fear so, Budd." "And that means he'll be put back for some time in the old jail?" "Yes." "It must be awful to languish in that old jail. I swear I wouldn't lik e it." "I wouldn't stand it," said Marvin. "Why, what do you Phil? You'd have to stand it. You couldn't get out." "Couldn't?" Phil hardly knew what he was saying. He was thinking of the silent, secret sorrow of he young lady to his right. "Do you mean to tell me Phil Marvin," continued Budd, "that if you were confined in the old Shirley jail you could get out?" "Yes." "Ho,v?" "By--" Phil paused. The veiled larly was leaning forward in her scat. He fancied s he had again caught their conversation .. Knowing he and Budd were talking nonsense that must grate upon the ears of one whose heart was in the trial, he closed his mouth and nudged his companion to do the same. At that moment the jury re-entered the courtroom. .There was breathless silence Every eye was 011 the foreman and the prisoner. The latter sat with his head bowed and his face concealed as befme. He was apparently too crushed and hopelc;ss to take an interest in the proceedings.


,/ I BRA VE AND BOLD. 3 "Guilty. my lord ," said the foreman, in response the judge's q uestion. Phil :t'.l[a r vin h('ard the l:idy by his side give a quick but she sat still, apparentiy unmoved. Whatever was her reas on, she was brnvcly struggling to avoid The judge sentenced the priso n e r, Walter Randal Craven, to be hanged on the first of August, which was i ust three weeks from that day. CHAPTER II. Phil Marvin lost sight of the strange lady as the crowd began to pour out of the courthouse He could not help wond ering who she was, and why she had taken such a deep int eres t in the prisoner, Craven. "Budd," h e said to his companion on the way home, "did you re mark that lady in black that sat a little to the right of me?" "No." f "She was veiled." "Oh yes, I d id see her. I think she's a lady that arrived in town to-day and is staying at the Globe Hotel." ':;Do you know who she is?" "No. Why do you ask?" "Oh, nothing." This cut short the colloquy on that subject. Budd knew his con;panion could be as uncommunicative as the Egyptian Sphinx wh e n he ch os e to be. Phil thought it unwis e to tell what he had noticed. Budd was quite a talk e r, and was likely to draw the attention to the lady which it was pl a in she wished to avoid. Philip Marvin was a fine lad of eighteen. Tall, strong and straight as an arrow, he was p o ssessed of all the gra ces of p e rson and manner that go to make a young man attractive. He had been left an orphan at an early age, and was now liv ing with his uncle, J o hn Marvin, the weal t hi es t man in or about Shirley. He was the best and bri ghtest scholar in the grammar schoolthe best all-around athlete of his age in the town, and, as his companions sa id, 'the fellow in the world Some of the girls averred he was the best-looking fellow in cre 1t i on. Phil would have m od es tly di s claimed this glowing record had he heard it; he would have been content with Budd Temple's eulogy: "Marvin's a good h ead.' On the evening of the day o f the trial Phil was walking down by the river, when he was accosted by an old gentleman, who drew him into conversation, and inquired if there was good fish ing about the pl ace. "Yes, sir," an swered Phil, eying his interrogator with wonder. "The1e's fine fish to be caught farther down the river." "It's sport I'm very foncj of," sai-0 the old man, with a kindly smile. "When 1 was your age I'd walk any distance to handle a rod:'! "I'm fond of it, too, sir,'' said Ph'!; "and sometimes I go down to the _Big Bend when the weather's favorable and I have a holiday." "Is it far to the Big Bend?" "About a mile and a half, if you follow the stream. sir; but scarcely more than a mile from here, if you go through yonder woods." This led to a talk on the subject of rods, hooks, baits and the sport of fishing in general, and then the stranger asked some questions about the town and its prominent pe o ple. Phil rather liked conversing with him. He seemed a benevo' lent, kindly old gentleman, and had a simple, quiet demeanor of dignity that was winning. After a while they became so intimate that Phil offered to go with him next day-it being a holiday-to the Big Bend and enjoy an afternoon's fishing. The old man appeared delighted with the proposal, and hinted that he preferred Phil should bring no comp anio n with him, as two made fishing a more agreeable pastime than a greate r numbe:-. "For, said he, "apart from a.crowd's being apt to be noi sy, there the danger of having unC'ongenial companions, who care les s for fish ing than for talking." "That's a fa ct s ir," said Phil laughing. "I have a chum, Bnd

4 BRA VE AND BOLD. tinued: "I fear you heard the silly remarks of rt1y compartion and myself. I hope neither of us said anything to cause--" He stopped. Be knew if he said any more he would betray his. knowledge of her interest in the prisoner, Craven. There was another awkward pause, during which the lady glancej:I nervously about, as tf she feared some one might be listening. Then she looked Phil full in the face, as if studying him, and at last broke out with: "Mr. Marvin, can I trust yotf?" Phil's heart was touched, not alone by the pathetic earAestness of her words but by the grief pictured in her lovely face. He saw she was .in trouble, and almost divined the cause. "Yes, madam," he answered, "you can trust me to hold sacred anything you see fit to say: I noticed your agitation yesterday, and did all in my power to prevent my talkative companion ob serving it." "I saw you did, and I felt grateful. I know I can trust you, Mr. Marvin, but, oh! what I h ave to say you may wonder at. You may--" Phil did not speak. He had no desire to invite her confidence. He waited a moment, and she went on: "But, no; I trust you, Mr. Marvin. I am a sister 0 the un fortunate young man you saw in the dock-Walter daven's sis ter. He is innocent of murder-I know lt--I feel it. Poor Walter would not harm a child. Yesterday I was attracted by your words that you held h:m innocent u11til his guilt was fully proven." "Yes, madam, that is b11t right." "l felt grateful for your wotds; you seemed a friend. The rest of that great throng deemed poor 'Walte r a .murderer. The jury condemned him on insufficierlt evidence. judge himself was prejudiced. Oh, Heaven! to think my poor brother, Walter, he who is as innocent as a l amb, must hang, and I-I cart do noth ing to save him!" Here the poor, heart-broken git! butst into weetJing. Phil 'Yould have tried to console her, but the old man hurried forward, and, taking off his hat, whispered to her words of hope and exhorted het to be calm. His manner was so respectful and evert deferential that Phil made a shrewd and correct guess. Old Benjamin was her servant. He had been instructed to bring about an interview between her and the lad, and had played the angling sportsman for no other purpose. The young lady roused herself again and said: "Mr. Marvin, do you think my brot11et is guilty?" Phil knew not what to say. He had very l!ttle doubt from the evidence he heard that Craven was a murderer, yet he wondered how so beautiful, refined and gentle a woman could have a brother a criminal. He was young in experience. "[ don't know," he replied. "I did not know your brother, but--'' ".A.h, if you knew Walter you could not think him c:tpable of crl111e. We grew up side by side, and I know his heart. He is i_::ood-he is noble. Before Heaven, I declare he is innocent in spite of their evidence." Phil was touched by this beautiful confide11ce in the virtue of her hrolhcr just adjudged a criminal. It intensified his interest :n. and compassion for, the grief-stricken young woman. "Friend," she said, seeing the light oi sympathy in his eyes and tile st.amp of chivalry and good bre eding in his looks and de meanor "I am in a pe<:uliarly painful position. l came here pur i;>osely to see you, with a motive I cannot explain till I am asured I may trust-I mean, count Ort your friendshit:> and sym pathy." "Madam, you have both, though I am at a loss to kn6w--" "I will explain. I overheard you yestetday, while talking to yotit companion, say that"-here she glanced about her and low ered her voice to a whisper-"that if you were cortfined in the Shirley jail you would be able to escape. I clung to your words as a drowning man clings to a straw, believing you knew some means of egress from the dungeon in which Walter is confined, and from which-Oh, Heaven! I shudder to think of it-he can only come to walk onto the scaffold." "Madam," said Phil, moved by genuine J?ity, "I regret those silly words of mine. My friend and I were talking in an idle strain." "And you did not mean it? You did not mean those words?" The look of sad disappointment that crossed her face as she said this appealed to Phil's compassion. "Only partly," h e answered; "and yet"-seeing her almost about to fall from the effects of het hot:>eS being taken away "and yet, at the time I thought I could accomplish what I said." "Oh, could you get in and out as you said?" "r think so." "Oh, could you-could you, Mr. Marvin? Could you tell my brother"-here she grasped his hands and fell on her knees before him-" could you help my brother to escape?" Her beauty, her tears, her soul-stirring words, and above all, the passionate pleading of her intensely pathetic face, overcame the generous heart of Phil Marvin. He thought only of her suffer ing and loneliness. In his heart he believed Walter Craven in11ocent. Helping her to her feet with the delicacy and courtesy 0 a knight of old, he whispered in her ear: "Miss Cravert, with God's help I will save yout brother. from the scaffold ." CHAPTER III. Phil led Miss Craven to a seat on the river bank, and while old Benjamin watched up and down the road she told her story. "Arthur Demorest," said she, "was a bold, bad man, who stole from my brother a document he valued bc::yond price. He left England and came to America, my brother following him, with the hope of recovering what he had lost. They were not travel ing together, as people believe, for my brother despised the vil lain too much to be his companion; but it seems to me Walter succeeded in overtaking him at or near this place. The quarrel arose, I have no doubt, over my brother's efforts to recover the stolen papers, but Walter never killed him-never, never, never! "Two weeks ago I happened to pick up att American news paper, and to my horror read of the murder and of Walter's arrest. I hastened here, bringing with me our faithful Benjamin, and arrived to find two days of the trial over. I sent word to Walter, by his lawyer, that I had co111e to offer what poor help and comfort I could in his trouble, and that I wished to have an interview with him, but--" "Did he not wish to see you?" asked Phil. "No; he sent back word that he could not bear the meeting, and begged me, as I loved him, to make no attempt to see him, and to let no one know who I was. He said it woi1ld hurt his case." "Why?" "He explained it in a note his lawyer hrought me. When he was leaving England he had rashly said: 'I will kill Arthur Demorest if he does not restore me those papers,' and he feared that, if it became known I was in town, I might be called as a witness, at\d forced, under cross-examination, to say something /


BRA VE AND BOLD. 5 prejudicial to his case. I have assumed the narrte of MiM Hetherington, and Benjamin is passing as my father. I would likeoh, so much-to see \ii/alter, but he still per sists in my remaining incognito. Oh, Mr. Marvin, if you could see my brother, if you could beg him to give me an interview, I be so careful!" "I will try," said Phil. "I can easily get into the jail, having a friend there in one of the keepers. If you write a mes sag e I will conv ey it to your brother." "Oh, thank you-God bless you, Mr. Marvin." "And I will try to help him escape; but do not cheri s h too many hopes It is not easy of accomplishment." They talked for some minutes longer and Miss Craven pen ciled a note to her brother. It was overflowing with love, sympathy an\:! l16r new-born h ope Then, having agreed to meet at the same place next day, Miss Craven and her servant drove off in the carriage, and Phil sta r ted h ome across the fields. That night, about ten o'clock, as Murphy, one of the night guards of the prison, was going his rounds in the yard, he heard a low whist le outside the m.rin entrance of the wall. He knew what it meant and whistled in reply. Shortly afterward he optmed the gate cautiously, and a young man stepped in. '"fhat you, Phil, my brave bouchal ?" exclaimed Murphy. "That's me," replied Phil, regardless of his grammar in the new interest that filled him. "Come to pa ss the night again with me, eh?" "Yes, sir, till the peep o' dawn. How's your cough?" "Firsth-rate afther the balsam you gcv me. Ah! you're the boy don't forget your ould friends. I haven't a visithor that's m o re welcome." Phil Marvin was a great fa\'orite of Murphy's. He was ac customed frequently to pass the night with him. He liked to listen to Murphy's droll stories, and enjoyed the pleasure of knowi\1g he helped him to while away m a ny a lonely hour. As for Murphy, he liked nothing better than to ban the lad visit him at the jail. It was infinitely better than sitting the night through in his dreary room, or chatting with s urly prisoners. None of the inhabitants of the town knew of this i11timacy Objections might have been found to Phil's h aving constant ac cess to the jail. ''Did you bring me the 1obaccc you promised?" I did," said Phil; here it is-regular Iris h twist that my uncl e had imported." "Ah, be the piper o' Connemata, you're the faithful gos.won. Come in-come into my lair and we'll have a chat. I'm achin' to thry the new weed VI/hat! yOtt've brought me a pipe, too? B edad. b oy, but you've a heart as big as your whole anatomy." With which somewhat paradoxical statement, Murphy closed the door and set about filling tpc pip e and entertaining his guest. "You've got u new one, I see," Phil, ailer he had been in a while. "Yes." "A good-looking fellow?" "Not bad." "Easy to manage'" "Oh, he ha sn't given much throuble :vet, the but you c an't tell what he 'll do when he comes to his senses." "Asleep?" "Oh, no; just down-hearted-knocked out." "He'll be hanged, I guess."" "Ye-es (puff), if they carry out their programme." "Pr etty hard lines. Do you think he 's guilty, .:vlurphy ?" "How would I know? The judicial department o' the law says he is, so he must schoundhrel, what did he take a human life for?" "That's so. How does she stnoke?" "Fine. I feel like ould King Cole when I see the smoke o' that twist encircli11' my head. I must get me picthor took m some kind of an epicuric attitude. Have a dhraw ?" "No, thanks. I haven't started yet. D o cs he eat and sleep regularly?" "Bedad, he dcies. You wouldn't think he spilled blood three weeks ago." ."Perhaps he didn't." "Perhaps. If I was him I'd stuck in an alibi, like ould Sam Weller in 'Pickwick.'" "I say, Mmphy, what is he like?" "\;v'ho? Sam ?" "No, the new one." "vVhat }foven't you see n him?" "Just got a glimpse of him. Haven't seen his face yet." "He's a schoundrel born, if ever there was one. He's got as had an eye in his head as an alligator." Phil did not like to hear this. He wanted to think Craven in110cent for his sister's sake. Besides, he shrank from cultivating a friendly feeling for a guilty man. "I'd like a peep at him," he said, after a pause. "I can manage it, I think Phil; but be careful not to men ti o n it." ''Ce rtainly not, Mr. Mmphy." ''I'll leave the light in the corridor, an' you can step down to Cell 37. I'll just stay here an' be on the watch I m afraid of th<'m other tattlin' follows." "Thanks. Has he a light in his cell?" "Y cs; if it's lit you can take a squint at him through the grating in th e d oor. Be careful." Phil left ?l: [urphy i n his room and walked on tiptoe down the corrid or till he came to Cell 37. S o m e how he felt nervous. Perhaps it wa3 his first reaiization of the serious nature of his undertaking. He looked through the iron grating in the upper part of the door, and, saw the prisoner. The latter was seated at a table a t the opposite side of the cell, with head resting on his arms. It wa s an attitude s uggestive of helplessness and despair. Phil glanced up and down the corridor, and then, putting his face to the bars, whispered, softly: "Craven." The pri s oner started in his chair, looked slowly around, like a stag driven to bay, and then arose to his feet. "Crav en," again whispered Phil. In a moment the felon had crossed the cell and put his face up to the bars "What do you want?" he growled. His eyes were blood o h'.Jt, and his \\"Ore. a rt led e xp re ssion. Phil stood for a moment eying h i m through the bars, and to his regret his first impression of Walter Craven was not a good one. The man was about five feet ten inches in height. and of strong and wiry build. His features were clear-cut and decidedly hand some, but his restless gray eyes conveyed the impression of a de ceitful nature. This. however, Phil thought, might be due to a sense of having been unjustly imprisoned and condemned "Who are you?" asked the prisoner, grnffiy, when he had re turned our hero's scrutiny. "Hush! A friend," whispered Phil


6 BRA VE AND BOLD. "A friend l" Craven's whole expression changed in1an instant, and he gave a nervous start. "Who are you?" he repeated. "For J::Ieaven's sake, tell me who you are?" .., "Read that," said Phil, passing through the bars the note the young lady had given him. "It's from your sister." "My sister I God bless her dear heart!" exclaimed Craven. He clutched the note from Phil's hand, and dashed across the cell to where the l amp stood on the table. CHAPTER IV. To Phil the prisoner appeared a changed man when he had read the note. The thought of his sister's efforts to help him se eme d to have stirred up all the good impulses of his nature. He ran across the cell, and grasping Phil's hand through the bars, shook it warm!)'. "Noble friend in the hour of need I" he whispered, "how can I repay you? My sister speaks in the most glowing terms of your friendship and goodness." Phil released his hand as soon as he could He did not relish the idea of contact with an adjudged murderer; yet he felt his first instinctive dislike of the man rapidly dying out. They talked through the bars for fully a quarter of an hour, by the end of which time they had a plan pretty well mapped out. "You will mail a letter to Dobson?" asked the prisoner. "If you wish," r ep lied Phil, s h owing just a t r ace of hesitatio n. "Yes, yes! without his help we can do nothing. You can get him here in three clays. I've given you his address. He's a particular friend of mine and a most clever fellow-one that can carry out any scheme. In close that piece of paper in an envelope and address it to Horton. He'll understand it." TJ;ie penciled message read : "Come to Shirley at once Am in jail, awaiting execution. Scarcl1 out young Phil Marvin. Be careful. At.D.4.TROSS." "That's his nickname for me," said the prisoner. "It will avoid the risk of compromising you." / Phil pocketed the message and was about to depart, when he thought of Miss Craven's request. "Your sister wants to see you, Mr. Craven," he said. "The prison authorities would allow you to have an interview with her, I am sure." "No no, no!" said the prisoner, with vehemence. "I could not b ea r to meet poor Margaret in this -accursed place. It would break me down. "Non sense!" said Phil. "Marvin, you cannot understand what it is to meet your only sister with the charge of murder and the sentence o f death hanging over yon. Death itself \VOu!d be easier to bear." ''She believes you innocent." Heaven bless her dear heart I As true as I stand here, I never harmcest." "It certainly is. I've thought the matter out thoro. nghly. Con vey to her my love, and tell her, as she holds my life dear, to obey my directions and make no attempt to see me." Phil promised to argue the young lady out of her des:re to visit her brother at the jail. Then he took his leave of the occupant of Cell 37. He got back safely to Murphy's room, and stayed the rest of the night with that jovial prince of entertainers. Next morning he Craven's message to Elijah Dobson, who was staying at a little seaport town about one hundred and fifty miles away. He did not know who this man Dobson was. He knew only that Craven had unbounded confidence in him, and would take no step till he came. Phil made up his mind to absent himself from school altogether and to give his attention wholly to the work before him. It presented many attractions to him, as he was naturally fond of danger ,and advenfure. He never confe s sed to himself that he also fonnd pleasure in serving a wondrously beautiful woman. He little knew that his present undertaking was going to change the whole future course of his life He little dreamed that he was destined to m ee t with the most terrible dangers and to be many times at the brink of the grave. If he could have lifted the veil of futurity for one instant-if he could have looked down the vista of the next few weeks-he would have shrunk back in horror. In the afternoon he repaired to the Big. Bend, and had not long to wai t till the lady and her servant, Ben, arrived. Miss Craven's first words were an inquiry after her brother. After greeting Phil in a friendly way, she said: "My poor Brother Walter! how is he, Mr. Marvin? Does he look well?" Phil replied that her brother w!s quite well, and then gave h e r an account of all that had passed at the jail. When she was told that her brother still persisted in her keeping away from the prison, she exclaimed : "Oh, why can he not see me when he knows that I long to look in his dear face-to cla s p his hands ? Oh, Walter, Walter, would to Heaven you had never left England I This blow would not have fallen upon us. Arthur Demorest' s death could npt have been charged to you." "Hush, miss, hush!" said old Ben, stepping to her side in a fatherly way. "Poor Master Walter will yet be free. Something tells me so. I have great faith in this young man who has so nobly proffered his aid." "Yes, yes I" exclaimed Margaret Craven, warmly. "I must not forget him," and she seized Phil hands in her gratitude, and turne d h e r lumino us eyes upon him till he felt he could fight a reg imen t of zouaves if s he bade him. He seemed to be walking on air as he went home, and more than once he muttered: G osh! I wish l ha

BRA VE AND BOLD. 7 his eyes about as if scanning the h orizon. "Them's my element 'A wet sheet an' a flowin' sea,' an' plenty o' grog an' tobacco ;1 eh, mate?" Havihg thus, as he -supposed, ingratiated himself into Phil 's friend hip, he inquired about the prisoner. During the cohversa tion Phil studied Dobson carefully, and found him a shrewd man and very hard to fathom. He noticed too, that he was not as illiterate a man as he pretended to be, and that he could drop the vernacular of the sea when he wanted to. The two spent the afternoon together and a rranged their pl ans. That night Phil visited the j ail and communicated the whole scheme to Craven, employing the same means as he h ad before. The following Tuesday evening was the date set for the at t e mpted esca p e Strange to say, that was a night o n which Murphy would n ot be at the jail at all. His daugh te r was to b e m a rri e d o n Tuesday evening and he had a 'rranged to have the day k eepe r a man named Turner, take hi s place Phil knew this quite well, and though it 111ade things more difficult and dangerous for him, h e purposely appointed that ni ght. His r eason was this: He could not bear to take advantage o f Murphy's confidence, and to run the risk of getting his friend in trouble. He prefe -rred outwitting a stranger. Monday night he visitoo M urphy, and whe n daybreak came, bade hini good-by as if he were going home. But he did not go home. He contrived to give Murphy the slip, so that the latter thought he went home. He stole into a little cl ot hes-room at the back of Murphy's room, and there h e in t ended to hid e for no less a period than nin e t een hours-that is, unti l midnight Tuesday. -The ri s k was dreadful. If anything happened that he should be caught he was lik e ly to become a permanent in mate o f the prison, for he would not give an explanation that would betray Murphy. He w as too faithful to his friendships for that. At seven o'clock Murphy and the other night-guards were relieved by the day keepers, and Phil's r eal danger began. Half a dozen times during the forenoon h e ca me within an ace of being discovered, and for three hours in the afternoon Turner sat within three f eet of the door at which h e was listening. That d oo r was not loc ked The slightest movement-to!cough, to sne eze, even to stir-would have precipitated a catastrophe. The limbs of. I;'hil Marvin fairly ached from their being so lon g in a cramped po sition. But he bore all his miseries like a martyr. At eleven o'clock the guards went their rounds, afte r which they took s upp er in Turner's room, and then dispersed to t h e ir various posts. T he time was drawing near, and Phil was becoming more and more nervous. One slight in his programme ,-;-as likely to spoil all. After supper Turner l ay down on a sofa, a nd in a short time fell asleep. Phil had not cakulated on this, but h e dC'ter111i11cd to fake advantage of it. He opened th e door softly an d stole, across the room to Turner' s side. He picked up the bunch of huge keys that lay on a chair near the sofa, and slipped out into the corridor. As there was no one in sight he crept cautiouBly dcwn to Cd! 37, and unlocked 1t. But he dii:l not open the door, nor did he speak to the apparently s l eeping who had b een warned n6 t to move till h e heard his n a me called. To all appearance the door o f Cell 37 was still locked. This w<.s what Phil wanted. H e hurrie d back to Turner's room, and succeeded in putting back the key s without '\1akina him. Then he ccrridi::r. stCJP!l<.'d and lis tened. He heard the town bell toll the hour of midnight. This warned him not to delay. The outside guards would scon He hurried to Cell 37, and putting his face to the bars, called, softly: "Craven." "What?" came in a whisper. "All ready." "Where's Dobson?" "Outside. Hark!" "Great Heaven! What is that?" Craven 'sta rted back in terror as a frightful din foll upon the ear. Phil turned around quickly and saw three armed guards entering the corrid or. Frightened beyond expression, his very blood congealing in his veins, he shoved o p e n the d oo r and threw himself into the cell of the convicted murderer of Arthur Demorest. CHAPTER V. "Back," w hi s p e red Pl;il, as he fell o n the floor and placed his feet aga'inst the iron door of the cell. "Back to your corner, Craven." T he prisoner obeyed. He threw himself into a chair, and, burying his head in his hands, tried to lo o k as if n ot hing had happ ened. Phil crouched up tight against the bottom of the door and pressed hare! on it to hold it s hut. His breath came thick and fast. If the guards found him there it assured Craven's death and hi s own arrest and punish m ent. If they tried the door they would find it tU1locked, unles s h e co uld exert enough pressure to give it the appearance of being fastened. Even then, they 1night notice the bolt sprung. He could not tell whethe r they had see n him or n ot. He fancied they h ad. At all eve nts, they mu st have h ea rd him. Nearer, nearer came the g u a rds. They stopped before the door. A face appeared at the iron grati ng, and a rough Yoice criecj out: "Hi! What are you doing the re?" For 011e m oment Phil's heart ceased to beat. He crrtainly thought the question was directed to him. But h e did not stir. He did not even look up to sec if the kcepe11 was watching him. '"D'ye hear?" r epea ted the guard. ''\Vhat's the matter with you?" Craven raised his head. He had beeu as frightened as Phil. But now his quick in stinc t told him that. the latterh a d not as ye: bten een, and that a clever rnse might avert a catastrophe. He straightened him self up in liis chair and contri,cd to place him se lf between light and the d oor. This shaded Phil ::\far vin and lessened his chances of being discovered. 'Eh?" grunted Crav e n, yawning as he s poke. ''\\'hat's the row abottt ?" asked the guard. "What row?" "\Vasn't it you that :-acket ?" "No. How could I mak e it? It was outside.'' This \Vas true The noise which !}ad startled the prisoner and puzzl ed t h e ke epers was mad e by Debson outside the walls Phil knew at the time what it was, but h e had not expected it quite .so soon. It was part of their plan. About five minutes after the tolling of th e midnight bell. Dob son w as t o cause a t'errific din outside the prison walls, by means of half a dozen gongs manipulated by boys, a nd a tin horn handled by him se lf. The idea, was to startle the guards and cause them to rush out of the prison and m o unt the walls to see what wa s the matter. This u.ive Phil and Craven a chance to get from Cell 37


8 BRA VE AND BOLD. to the kit c h e n at the back of the jail, where they could conceal the mselve s till the guards returned to their posts. It was a good pla n, but was thus far ch e cked, as we have seen, by the lazin e ss and drows iness of th e keepers, who imagined the s o und s had been made inside the prison. Finally t he guard at the door said: "Crav e n." "What, growled the prisoner. "It's no use." "What?" "Your game." W hat game?" ,. Th<' pris on e r arose to his feet. He wa! too exciteii to sit still. He. thou g ht certainly the plan of escape had been discovered. He forgot him s elf and let the lamplight fall on the crouching figure just inside the door. "What do you mean?" he asked in a voice that trembled. ''VVhat game are you talking about?" "Oh, we've noticed you." "Noticed what?" I "V v ev e noticed the signs of hope in your face lately. You've got h o pes of some kind. You've been a changed man these last few days." "You're observant fellows," sneered Craven. "That's our business." Phil w a s considerably rel i eved. He saw the guards had no of the projected escape. Craven was also relieved and in a calmer voice said: "Y cs, boys, I confess I've had hope, and I have good reason for it." "What is it?" "My lawyer is trying to get a new trial." This threw the guard off the scent. He spoke civilly to the prisoner for a few minutes and then went off down the corridor, taking his companions with him. It was almost a miracle-ihat th e y had not seen Phil or discov ered the cell door to be unlocked. As s oon as the sounds of th eir foo tsteps died away Craven blew out the light and breathed a sigh of relief. He crossed the cell on tiptoe and, seizing Phil by the shoulder, whispered: "Did you bring me a revolver?" "No; I brought no weapons." "Curse the luc k 1 .Did you forget it?" No We don't need revolvers. I wouldn't use them if I had them.' "No n s ense! We stand no chance without We may be stopped." ":->t ;sh Listen!" "Let us go," whispered Craven, who saw possible liberty on one side of him and certain death on the other. Not yet," ans\vered Phil. "Keep still." "What are we waiting for?" "For Dobson's signal." C o nfound Dobson! Doesn't it depend more on us than on him?" "Hold on, Craven. Don't open that door. Don't, I tell you. It's foo lish We've got to wait." pri soner was hard to restrain. His long confinement and his d r e a d of death had made him desperate. He was ready to risk his life a dozen times to purchase liberty. "Hark l" he gasped. "What on earth's that?" "That's it 1 That's it l" exclaimed Phil, excitedly. "That's Dobson's signal again.'' There arose outside the prison walls the same wild din that had startled the prisoner before. This time it was louder and more pi:ol c nged. "Wait, wait!" whispered Phil; "a moment more and our time will come." "Why not now?" "Keep still, I beg of you. Don't even speak." "I can wait no longer, man You don't know what rt fs to sec the gallows within a few days of you." Phil had almost to push him back to keep him from opening the

l BRA VE AND BOLD. 9 One of the keepers called out: "Who's there?" After a moment or two a response came from a burly figure that was rolling about on the ground: "It's (hie) only me. I was'h wantin' th' (hie) boysh to sherenade me. I'm gom' to (hie) get mar-ried." "Confound it, the fellow's diitmk," muttered one of the guards on the wall. "We've been sold." "I shay," called out the mudstained figure beneath the wall, "is this a (hie) 'ospital ?" "Go home, you loafer, we have no time to talk to you." "I shay, boysh, don't (hie) be unshociable." This was Dobson, who could well simulate drunkenness. He was trying to gain time to allow the prisoner to get from the cell to the kitchen. "Go home," returned one of the gt1ards, "go home or we'll run you in." They got down off the walls and recrossed the prison yard, carrying the ladders along 1.vith t h em Immediately Dobson's manner changed. He arose to his feet and listened When he was satisfied the guards were not watching him he bounded along in the shadow of the wall and did not stop till he came to a point opposite to that whert he had lain in the mud. Pulling out of the grass a rope ladde.r that he had concealed the re, h e threw an end over the wall. The other end was fas tened to a root of a tre e on the outside of the wall. "The re's no time to lose now," he muttered. "Those urchins may go home and tell what they've seen-and the horses'll be gettin g restless." At this mom ent Phil and his companion were emerging from the kitc hen at the back of the jail. They had been watching through the wind Craven, makin g a rush for the fence. Phi l followed, and after both of them ran the dog, still yelping and barking loudly enough to arous e the nei g hborhood. The animal gained on them and, strange to say, passed Phil without nuticing him, and seized Craven by the of his trousers. Craven uttered an oath and kicked at the dog. It flew back at him more savagely than ever, and tried its best to sink its teeth in his flesh. There had been time from the first bark of the dogs for the guards to seize their w eapons and rush to one of the doors to see what was the matter. Phil saw that his life V\laS in danger if be did not act quickly. He picked the struggling dog up in his strong arms and made for the wall. One of the guards saw the dark figure running, a .nd shouted. A pistol was discharged to give the alarm, and soon the whole force was on the alert Phil reached the wall and saw Craven mounting the rope lad. der. The latter was so excited he could scarcely climb. He lost his footing a couple of times. Phil called to him to be quick, and as he did so a bullet whizzed past his head and struck Craven in the calf of the leg. The pris o:ier muttered a deep curse, and, pausing a moment the wall, shook his fist toward the jail Then he disappeared on the other side. Phil threw the dog away from him and bounded up the r o pe While he was climbing, the rising moon shot fr o m under a cloud, and the earth was bathed in a flood of dim, y e llow light. Turning his head, Phil saw within a few yards of him three of the guards in the act of raising their rifles to take aim at him. He disappeared over the wall before they had time to discharge their weapons. Springing up from the ground where he had fallen, he ran with all speed toward a clump of trees. He could see Dobson and Crav e n ahead of him, the latter limping painfully in consequence of h is wound. When Phil reached the trees he paused and looked back. One of the guards was on the wall-the others were not in sight. Phil divined immediately what they were doing. They were getting out the horses that were kept in the stables adjoining the prison. He ran forward again and caught up to Craven ancl Dobson. "What are we to

' I IO BRAVE AND BOLD. the horses. The other guard mounted the wa,11 to watch the direction taken by the fugitive. By the time the riders got to the gate they knew the escaping prisoner was the very man whom they, in two days more, would be expected to produce as Arthur Demotest's convicted mt1rderer. Fear of puni s hment for their careles s ness made them des perate. They swore to recapture him before m o rning. They gal loped out of the jail yard and down toward the river. T hat was the direction pointed out to them by their companion. For some mom ents they saw no sign of the fugitive, but at last o n e of them spie d the white hors e b o unding along the river bank, and s houted: "Look! lo o k! Yonder he on a white Along the bank-see?" ''Yes, that's him, sure enough. That's Craven. Ride for your Jives boys!" cried the l ea der. A desperate race ensued. The pursuers' horses and that of the fugitivl! wen well matched as to speed. At the end of five miles th e same space sepa rated them-a little more than a quarter of a mile The keeper s urged on their animals by every means in their p o wer, but they could not gain a yard on the white horse. By and by, at the end of about an hour's furious riding, they approached a village, and the fugitive gained a little. He entered the main street, and dashed down toward the market square. His purs u e rs began to fear they would lose him, when of a sudden b e stopped short before the town-pump, and descended from the saddle to take a drink. "We have him now, cried Turner, whipping up his horse. "He think s he ha s dista nced us. Out with your pistols and be ready for a struggle, for Craven's a d espera t e man." N carer and nearer they came to the pump, all the time admir ing the rierve of a man who could stand so coolly taking a drink, and death staring him in the face. The latter did not appear to know h e was so near capture. He s eeme d to imagine he had got out of danger. He did not even turn his head till the prancing hor ses were almos t beside him. "Surrender, waiter Craven," cried the leader of the guards, stopping before the pump and drawing out his pistol. "Sur r e nder, or you a d ead man!" The other guards their weapons also. "What's, the matter, anyhow?" asked the drinker, coolly laying do wn the vessel. I'm not Walter Craven "Who are you, then for mercy sake?" "My name is Phil Marvin," said our hero as he to pump another drink. "I'm out for a constitutional. Fine night. Isn't it?" CHAPTER VII. The c:ca?e of the murderer c! Arthur Demorest caused the greatest e-xcitement the utne tow11 of 3hirley had ever known. Margaret Craven and old Benjamin heard the news and their hearts were glad, but they were filled \ V iih anxiety lest he should tic rec aptured. 1t was part of the great plan for them to r em a!n incogn ito at their h ote l for a couple of days, to avoid giving rise to suspicion When Phil Marvin got rid of the guards whom be had so cleverly thrown off the s cent, he rode off to the rtorth till he came t o another road, also l ead ing to Shirley. He urged on his horse, aud did not pull rein till he came to an unoccupied farmboule about three miles from the jail. There, according to expectation, he found Dobson and Craven hiding. A better place could not have been chosen. Craven was now f eeling much better, his companion having ext.r.acted the bullet, which was not deeply lodged, and dressed the wound, He greeted our hero with much warmth, and thanked him a dozen times for having saved his life. Phil reminded him that he was yet far from being out of d an ger. Even now searching parties were out, and by morning the whole country would be aroused. 1 "That' s true," said Dobson. "vVe must make a start." It was settled that Phil should g9 no fartper. Craven would not hear of his needle ssly risking Ins life by accompanying them. Craven and Dobson would take the two had me anwhile caught the other-and ride off toward the north till daylight. Then they would turn toward the east and endeavor to make the seacoast By this course they hoped to elude their pursuers. Phil Marvin wa s to return home and remain quiet for several days, during which time he was to comfort Margaret Craven. As soon as he got a letter from Dobson, announcing that h e and the prisoner had rea ched a safe place, Phil was to take Miss Craven and her servant and conduct them to the place indicated in the lett er. Before the horses were m o unted, Dobson surprised Phil by t a king the very step that he himself had been thinking of. He approached Craven and, looking him in th e face, said: "Walter, o ld mate before we go any farther there's one ques tion I"d like to ask you If you answer it h o nestly and squa rel y you will ease my mind." "What is it, Dobson? Out with it quick! Every moment wasted means additional danger. "Did you cause the death o f Arthur I feel that I have a right to know." Phil trembled as he waited for the answer. was the one thing that had worried him all along "Do you think me guilty?" asked Craven, stepping down from the stirrup and turning around so that the fell on his clear-cut, hand so me features; "do you think me guilty?" "No, lad," returned Dobson. "I've kpown you a long time an c o uldn't think you'd commit a crime; but I wanted to hear it from your own lips "Then I swear I did not kill Arthur D e morest and that I had no knowledge of his death till I heard others s peak of it." There was a tone of sincerity and truth in the speaker's words that removed all doubt from Phil Marvin 's mind. Dobson grasped Craven's hand warmly and said: "Walt, old man, I believe you. You can command mY services to the end." As he was m ounting his h o rse Craven said: "All I'm fretting about now is my poor sister. Marvin, lad t a ke care of her, and when you get our message bring her quickly to me. Until then I'll know no peace." "Do n t fear, Craven," repiieci Pnil. "If I live I'll bring her safe t o you. By the way, will be a n x i ous to know if you recov ered the docum e nt. ''What docum ent?" "Th e one Demorest stole-the o ne you followed him to--" Craven started with s urprisie. He had not known Phil had h ea rd of this family st>cret. "Yes said he, '"tel l her I hav e it safe Demorest gave it back t o me, and I managed to conceal it when the officers searched me." "'Goc d She'll be glad to hear it," replied Phil. He bade both men a hearty good-by, and watcb.;d them till the y rode over a neighboring hill.


,. BRA VE AND BOLD. .II "God grant he may escape," he muttered. "I believe he's as innocent of Demorest' s death as the child unborn." Phil was perfectly right in his belief, notwithstar.djng the .,.er dict of "an intelligent jury." For the next three days Phil remained at home and k ept quiet. He had an idea he was suspected of having had something to do with "the escape," anct he did not want to put him self in the way of danger. He contrived to send a note to Margaret Craven, bidding her hold hersel f in readiness for a journey, and mean while to be h ope ful. The fourth night he ventured out to the p os t office, 2.nd to his joy rec eived a letter from announcing their safe arrival at the seaport town of Horton. The writer requested Phil to make all possible h aste and endeavor to have the lady there not late r than Tuesday evening. Phil tore the letter into shreds and set out for the hotel to ap prise Miss Craven. He was turning the corner of a street when he met Murphy. "Phil, my b oy," whispered the latter, "you're the one I 'v e been thrying to see for the last three days. I ve been wantin' to warn you--" "Warn me!" "Yes, avic." "What's up?" "You're in danger."' "H. ow?" "Why, accordin' to reports you've been makin' a Jesse James out o' yourself. They suspect you o' aidin' the murtherer o' Demorest to escape. They'll arrest you as sure as they see y ou." "Not if I know it." "They will, me boy Turner has la i d information an' they-Whist! Great heavens! G e t out o' this quick." "What's the matter?" "See, there's a couple o' them watchin' you. They're waitin' to nab you." "Keep still a momer.t, Murphy, till I get a look at them. Yes. You're right. They their eyes on me an' mean mischief." "If you're innocent. boy, it s betther to give yourself up before they arrest you." "I can't. But, Murphy, you can help me." "How, boy how? It's dangerous for me, but I'll do anything I can ." "I'll ask you to do nothing dangerous. You'll simply del iver a m essage for me Go to the Globe Hotel and inquire for ar{ old gentleman named Benjamin Hetherington. Tell him to meld man, when !1e s:n v else that filled him with surprise and fear. Behind Ben Hobb skulked two dark figures, watching Ben's every movement and guiding their pace by his. Phil instantly realized the danger of his position. The old man would come to a halt under the tree and, like as not, would call out his (Phil's) name. The officers would hear him, and either discover Phil then and th ere, or wait about in the vicinity till he should be forced to come down out of the tree. Ben Hobb reached the foot of the tree and stopped. It was evident from his manne r that he was expect ing to me e t some one. The officers that sharlowe d him stopped and waited at a di stance of about thirty yards t o see what h e would do. "Heavens!" thought Phil; "they suspect old Ben. They must al so be suspicious o f Miss Craven." Phil was afraid to speak even in a wnisper, lest he should startle the old man and cause him to look up or to utter an excla mation. IIe was also afraid to keep still, lest Ben imagining he had come to the wrong s p o t, should shout out to him. A few minutes passed, with the four figures still and breathless. Phil could h ea r hi s thumping against his ribs, and feel the cold beads of perspiration on his face. He knew not what to do. It was not only that he himself was in but the slightest accident was likely to bring trouble to Miss Craven. Old Ben looked up and down the toad, and then struck an attitude of listening. The officers concealed behind the fence watched his every movement. Phil climbed out farther among the branches overhanging the river, and screened himself as well as he could with the leaves. Ben stopped moving around, and called out softly: "Philip, Philip Marvin." "Oh, Heaven I gasped the startled listener in the tree, "he has ruined everything wilh his carelessness. Herc arc the: officers coming." The officers ljad heard the old man's worda, and were now approaching him steal t hily. Just as Ben sat down on the bank to wait, the officers, with a quiet "Good-evening, s1. r," sat down, one on each side of him. Ben started, and look e d at them in wonder and fright. "Who are you, gentlemen?" he exclaimed, in trembling tones. "V fhat do you want?" "Oh, nothing, replied one, lighting a cigar.' "Just saw you sitting Jown and thought we'd join you. Nice night." "Yes, indeed it is, but really I--" Phil pitied po01; Ben in his fright, but he was powerless to help him. If he stirred among the branches the officers would hear him. He was in hopes Ben would outwit the men and they would go away, but his h o pes were doomed to disappointment. Poor old Ben was too simple to cope with the quick-witted minions of the law. "Yes, a fine night," continued the officer who had already spoken; "a fme night, indeed. You're waitina: for some one. I see." "\Veil, yes, I--" "Young Marvin, isn't it?" Ben was thunderstruck. He stammered out in his fright that was Philip Marvin he expected. "I thought so. Well, we'll wait with you. That was a saQ case happened, wasn't it?" "'Nhat, sir?" "The murder of Arthur Demorest-by Walter Craven." \


12 BRA VE AND BOLD. "Oh, yes gasped Ben, showing more confusion. "Did you know either of the parties concerned?" "Well, no-yes-I--" Heavens L The old man was going to let out the whole secret! Phil made a slight mov e ment and the branch upon which he sat broke. He came crashing down and fell hcaclforemost into the river, within twelve feet of where sat the astonished offieers. CHAPTER VIII. Swimming was one: of Phil's many accomplishments, and he used it now to good effect. When he had recovered his senses after his first im1nersion, he dived and swam und e r the water, directing his course dowu stream. He was well acquainted with this part of the river and knew just where to go. After swimming about fifty yards, he emerged from the water and climbed upon the opposite bank. He stood for a moment, so as to let the officers see him, and then darted in among the trees as if he intended to keep on running. This action produced the result he aimed at, It drew the two officers away from old Benjamin and started them in pursuit oi the person they were really after-Philip Marvin. They could not cross the ri,er at that point, so they ran along up-stream toward a bridge about two hundred yards dis tant. They felt sure Phil wopld direct his course away from the river and across the country. That is where they deceived them s elves. Phil had not nm away at all. He had merely concealed himself among the trees in order to watch what they would do. As soon as they started for the bridge he crawled down the bank, and slipped quietly into the water. Diving again, like a fish he swam back across the river, and landed among a clump of bushes within tw;:nty feet of the frightened Hobb. Here he sat and watched hi s pursuers till they reached the other side, and disappeared among the trees. He now climbed up the bank, and in a momrnt was by .lien !Hohb s side, startling him by his words: "M:r. Hobb! 'Keep still. Don't move." "Mercy on us, boy--" "Shishl You nearly exposed the whole secret." "I did. I couldn't hdp it. They frightened me." "Well, we've got to get out of thi s at once. \Ve'rc in great danger. Come, we'tl make for the old barn." "I want to go back to the hotel." "No; that's the very thing you must not do." "Why, lad. why?" "You'll only get Miss Craven into danger. You trust to my directions, and it will be better." The old man saw the wisdom of this advice, and promised to abide by it. He allowed himself to be conducted to the old barn, and agreed to hide there till Phil came for him. Our hero had now before him a difficult and dangerous task. was nothing less than to steal into the town and seek an inter tview with Miss Craven at her hotel. He got into the town without attracting attention, though he saw another officer looking for him and heard a person remark: "It was young Marvin that helped the murderer of Demorest t o escape. They're looking for him." He arrived at the hotel and stole in by the side entrance. He had a friend there in Tom Strong, the son of the proprietor. Tom started when he saw him and drew him into a liltle sit ting-room. "Good heavens, Marvin!" he exclaimed. "What trouble is this you've got into? Two of the officers were here not five minutes ago. They're going to arrest you." "No, the y're not, Tom. I'm leaving town to-night." "Goin' to skip, Phil? I don't see how you can do it. The whole population s down on you. Even your uncle clamors for your arrest." "You don't say so?" "It' s a fact. They say--" "Hark! What's that? Some one in the next room just spoke my name." "It's Turner, Phil, and another officer, They've seen you enter. Come here." "Tom, I want to speak to the strange lady that's stopping here." "\i\Thew Come, then: we've 110 time for ceremony." Phil followed Tom upstairs, and the latter pointed out a suite I of rooms as those occupied by "Miss Hetherington." Phil he s itated not a moment. Bounding forward, he knocked on the lady's door. While he was waiting for it to be opened, he heard a heavy fo o t s tep at the bottom of the stairs "It' s Turner, Phil," whi s per e d Tom. Phil waved his hand to Tom, and the latter, understanding the signal, disappeared. The same moment the door opened and Phil rushed into the room, brushing past the astonished and startled Miss Craven. "Pardon me," gasped Phil. "Shut your door quick! We're in danger." Miss Craven grasped the situation in a moment and summoned all her energies to meet it. Sh e clos e d the door and drew Phil into a contiguous and smaller room, where she bade him stay till the danger was past. The officers did not search the lady's rooms. The wily Tom threw them off the scP.nt. As so o n as they had gone downstairs Miss Craven returned to Phil and shook hands with him. He repeated his apolo11;y for the fright he had givr.n her, and related al! that had happene<;i. He showed her the necessity of getting out of town before the authorities should connect her with "the escape." "Do you think they would?" she asked, timidly. "Yes," said Phil, "and it would cause you a good deal of trouble and annoyance, besides delay you in meeting your brother." "Ah, my brother! Poor, dear Walter I What he has suffered. Do you think he is safe?" "There is no doubt of that. He is as safe as--'/ "He is innocent. The idea of liis killing Arthur Demorest! My God! when I think of him being imprisoned and condemned to death--" "But that's over now. Come, Miss Craven, we must lose no time." "Yes, yes, kind friend, I will follow your directions implicitly." "Then get r e ady for a journey as quickly as possible. We must leave here within half an hour. I'll get Tom Strong to drive you to the Big Bend where you 'll find Benjamin and me." Miss Craven was willing to abide by any arrangement Phil should make, so the latter called Tom and explained what he wished him to do. Tom was ready to do anything for his friend, and was by no means loath to help a beautiful


I BRA VE AND BOLD. He promised to secure his father's carriage and to drive the lady as far as the barn beyond the Big Bend. All arrangements being made, Phil left the room and started downstairs with Tom. "You'll be caught sure, Phil," said the latter, "if you attempt to walk to the Big Bend to-night." "I don t intend to walk," was Phil's whispered reply : "YOU don t." "No, I'm going to ride on your bicycle." "The very thing." "I'll be less likely to attract attention, and can make greater speed if pursued." "The brake's off it, Phil." "All right I'm going now to hide in the stable till you've started." "Oh, you want us to go first?" "Yes; I must be sure of the lady's safe ty If I don't catch up to you at the Big Bend, drive on and pick old Ben up at the barn. The officers won't stop the lady. They have n o warrant to do so." "All right. I l!nderstand." A quarter of an h onr later our hero, concealed in the stable, saw the carriage drive off. He noticed that Tom thoughtfully left the big gate open so that h e could ride out without having to dismount from the bicycle. Just as soon as the y were gone he saw a couple of men approach the gate and peer into the yard. They had evidently be en informed that their prey had been seen around the premises. What they thought of Tom's driving the lady out Phil could not imagine. Standing in the darkness of the stables, and looking out through the open door, our hero saw the men separate. One them entered the ba'ck part of the hotel and the other advanced into the yard. Phil glanced at the bicycle standing against the fence, where Tom had laid it, and wondered how many seconds it would take him to dash out and mount it. The man saw the bicycle'; too, and examined it in a carele ss way, never dreamingit was the c hief hope of the hunted fugitive. Presently his companion cam e out of the hotel kitchen and said: "He's not in there, Bill. He left a few minutes ago, one of the girls says." "He didn' t go out with the carriage. "No; he's about the premises somewhere." "Sure. He may be in the stable." "Yes. Let us look." "Stay here and I'll search it." Phil pulled himself together for an effort. Just as soon as the intruder entered the door, he bounded forward, and pushing him over, made a dash for the bicycle. He was on it before the other man could collect his senses, and down the yard he flew like a l ocomotive. He was an expect bicyclist, and knew how to get speed out of a machine. He turned onto the sidewalk, whirled around a corner, and was halfway d0wn a side street before any one recogni zed him. He made a detour to throw poskible pursuers off the track, and in a few minutes was on the road l eading to the Big Bend. There was not a horse about the place could overtake him now. Although there was no moon, the night was bright, and he could see for quite a dist a nce ahead of him. H e encountered nb trouble till he came to the top of a long hill leading down to the Big Bend, and there he saw ahead of him and just at the foot of the hill, the carriage, stopped by a couple of men. The latter we re ev idently asking questions o f Tom Strong and Miss Craven, but Phil knew they dared not detain them, having no warrant to do so. He stepped off his bicycle and s to o d on the roadside to await the issue. Presently the carriage started on again, and the men sat down unde r the oak tree, presumably t o wait for his arrival. How they knew he was to follow puzzled him. They were evi dently possessed of more intelli gence than he had ever credited to the Shirley police. He could have passed them by taking to the fields, but in that case he would have been obliged to discard the bicycle, and would have been unable to overtake the carriage. He waited on top o f the hill for ten minutes, and was then rewarqed by hearing a shrill whistle in the distance. It was Tom Strong's signal that old Ben had been taken irilo the carriage. The men heard the whistle, too, and arose to their feet, but they did not see the dark figure a way up on the hilltop. for the latter stood with his bicycle up against the fence. The hill was an ugly one to descend on a bicycle, as it was very long and rather steep, and Phil hoped the men wotjld go away and give him a cha1ice to walk down and lead the bicycle. They stood, .however, at the foot of the hill, and waited as only policemen can wait Phil wanted to wait, too, in order to let the carriage get a good distance ahead, bnt his h ope of doing so was defeated. He heard a sound behind him, and turning, saw a couple of horsemen approaching rapidly from Shirley. He had no doubt they were pursuers. For him to remair. where h e was meant He had no course but to ride down the steep hill an'! trust to his speed to pa ss the two men at the foot of it. He hardly thought they would shoot at him, as their orden were merely to arrest him. "I'll try it, anyhow," he muttered. "They'll have to jump out of my way or get run over. G osh! It' s a horrible hill to descend-and there's no brake on the blame d machine ." The men caught sight of him as he was mounting the bicycle. They leaped to their feet and started to ascend the hill. Phil gave a vigorous shove at the pedals, and then put his feet on the coasting bars to let the bicycle have its way. Whizz I Off he went! Each yard he traveled gave him fresh momentum. He fairly flew down the hill. Trees, upturned roots, bowlders and fence posts flashed past his sight as so many lightning strokes. The men near the fooi: of the hill would have to jump out of his way to escape getting killed. But, to Phil's horror, the men attempted a fearful, cruel plan of stopping him. Hastily snatching a coupie of nils off the fence, they threw them across the road in such a way as to bar his progress. Down, down tbe rid e r sped with lightning-like rapidity. Nearer and nearer he approached the awful obstruction that would smash the machine into atoms. He could not stop. He could not slacken his speed the slight .. est bit. His heart stood still from m o rtal terror. The power of willeven of thought-seemed to have left him. Death stared him in the face.


14 BRA VE AND BOLD. CHAPTER IX. If Walter Craven, the convicted murdere r ot Arthur Dem orest, had witnesse d that terrific ride down the big h ill; he must have felt gra t eful to the man who had ri ske d so much to get him out of Shirley jail. Phil's life was saved partl y by his own skill and coolness, and p artly by chance. n the whole, it was ;!. miraculous escape. As he neared the deac":y obstruction, he s:iw th at the ends o f th e two rails did not quite m eet. There was a space of from six t o eight inches between them. He took this i n in one second's glance. He was unable to check his speed, so he steered for the crack. It was done in a n i n stant, in one touch of the h a ndl es, guided by a brain clear and strong from the influences o f n erve and danger. The next moment he was. past the obstruction and flyi11g on d own the hill. He was soon enveloped in a cloud o f dust, and hidden from the view of the who had without thi tl king, endangered his life. He caught up to the carriage, and was soon seated in it b eside Miss Craven and Benjamin, Tom having t ake n hi s bicycle and a shower of thanks and blessings, and_ started for home by a r oundabo ut ,;.ay. The h o r ses were goo

BRA VE AND BOLD. 15 "Yes; by half ?. mounted spc:cial officer$." "Where are the officers now?" "They're s Q tnewhere about town. Searching at all the hotels, I suppose. Two of them p

16 BRA VE AND BOLD. not less than twenty. He stopped. He could go no further. He had come to the Big Cliff a precipice fifty feet in height over looking the sea. Several vessels were away out ifl the harbor, anchored in the 1 still water. His pursuers got nearer. He had no \\"i.y to turn. He turned on his back and floated a while to rest himself. Then he heard shouts in the direction of the li ghts, and he guessed they proceeded from the sailors on the vessel. The latter were heaving the anch or. The ship was about to leave the harbor. Phil's only refuge would be gone. He turned over and swam with all his might. It was a life-and-death race. The sea and the tremendous precipice were before him; the officers of the law and impriwnment were behind him. He had but one resource. Throwing off his coat, he forward and leaped head foremost off the cliff. If the vessel started before he reached it he would be lost. He had not sufficient strength to swim back to land. A few seconds later he struck the water and disappeared beneath its dark surface. CHAPTER X. The next issue of the Horton Advertiser, the chief paper of the place, contained the following startling paragraph: "THE LAST OF YOUNG MARVIN, THE }AIL-llREAI<)i'.R-DEATH FOL. LOWS MISDEEDS. "Young Marvin, who assisted Craven the alleged murderer of Arthur Demorest. to escape fr o m Shirley jail, met with his death Ia. st night in a, m<>nncr that r eca lls the old saying 'The .Wage s of Sm Is Dea t h I He was pursued by the p o lice to the top of th'! B!g Cliff, fr o m which he leaped into the sea, a depth 6f fifty fret .. He sank imm e diately, and was not seen again. His tragic end 1s a less o n to youths that haYe set their feet on the paths ef wickedness and crime." In the same issue was an ed it orial headed "A Review oi the Shirley Case." The following paragraphs are excerpts from it: "In many respects-in the promine'l'ce of the legal talent em ployed, in the establi shment of new pre ced ents, in the sifting of eyidence entirely foreign to the Shirley murder trial is the most remarkable of the present decade. Though we have from the inclined to th e belief that Demore s t came to his death at the hands cf Craven, we do not agree with the verdict that it was murder in the first dt>g-ree. A motive for deliberate murder has not been clearly establi s hed, and in the absence of that m o tive the prisoner is entitled to the doubt. "Little is kn own of Craven's antecedents, but that little is good. As far as can be learned, he was a quiet, una ss uming young man. On the other hand. while little is known of Demorest, that little is bad. He was an acknowledged b larkguard, a professed black leg, and a convicted perjurer, blackmailer and forg er. Cravcn's escape may have been the result of more than human interposi tion, a consideration that throws a veil of sadness over the fate of poor, misguided young Marvin, now lying at the bottom of the sea." ! us see what has become of "poor, misguided young Mar vin," whom the Horton editor set up as a warning to reckless youths. When 01ir hero leaped from the cliff he fell headlong into the water, striking it as a diver, with his hands together, protect ing his head. He sank to the greatest depth he ever went in his experience. The water seemed tq crush him, but he felt himself being gradually borne upward. When he reached t!Je surface he swam away from the shore, rrtaking as little noise as possible. He heard the shout s on the shore, ?md knew the men had given him up for lost. It was too dark for them to see him such a height. Afraid to land he swam toward some lights that he knew be' long ed to a vessel. Whether it was from his fall or the crushing of the he felt bruised and almost exhausted, and kne.w, he could not hold out long. "Yo, heave ho!" came the cry from the sai)ors: Phil breathed a prayer to Heaven and concentrated every energy of body and mind on the task. Nearer and nearer he approached the lights. The big black hull loomed up before him. He was almost fainting but he made another effort, putting into his strokes the last of his strength. He had almost reached it-he was within ten feet of it-when he peard the splash of the big wheel, and the vessel moved. He was too late. He turned himself over on his b ack and gave him s elf up for lost. Suddenly he some past him. hard object touch his side and scrape Exhausted and hopeless as he was, he reached out his hand and grasped it. To his surprise he was pulled along through the water. It was the yawl-boat belonging to the vessel. It had shee r ed around as the ves se l started, and Phil had clutched it at the stern. The feeling o f someth in g tangible filled him with hope in an in stant. He clung to the rudder-post with both hands, and allowed hims elf to be towed along in the w'lrter. ) This moment's rest restored some of his strength, and also part ially revived his' mental faculties. He realized that he must make the supreme effort before the vessel attained speed, so, again invoking Heaven'$ aid, he grasped the t o p of the sternpost, and by putting hand over hand worked himself a foot or two forward; then, raising himself in the water, h e gav e a prodigious shove of his feet as well as a quick jerk with hiR arms, and rolled over the gunwale. He fell on hi s back in the bottom of the yawl-boat, closed his eyes and sank into unc on s ciousness. When Margaret Craven b ade good-by to Phil Marvin at the H o rton hotel, her heart was sad despite the fact that she was soon to see her brother. It ratt tc her generous instincts to take leave so coolly of one who h a d done so much for her. Dobson led her and Benjamin down to the seashore, where they found a littk boat manned by a pair of stout rowers. Into this the three of them stepped. The captain took the tiller and the boat pushed off. "Safe at la s t, miss," said Dobson thank God." answered Miss Craven, looking back at the shore, and thinking of the fri end she had parted with forever. "But safety do esn't bring full happiness." "Once aboard the Albatross with your brother Walter, you'll forget the troubles you've h:l:d. Row steady, there, mates. Port a little; steady now." "When did you see my brcther, Captain Dobson'?" "About an hour ago, miss. He's hidden on the vessel there. Look I See how she on the water : There ain't no craft like that o n the high seas." He pointed with pride to the 'Albatro ss lying at a.nchor about ha1f a mile away She could scarcely be seen in the gathering darkness, but her lights shone out iike twinkling stars.


BRA VE AND BOLD. 17 As they neared the ship, Miss Craven's yearning to see her brother caused her to break out into hysterical sobs. "At last-oh, at last!" she exclaimed, and she clasped her h ands and looked to h eave n 111 gratitude; "I s hall see my poor brother,' who has borne so much anxiety and trouble. Oh, God! when I think they would have hung him for Arthur Demorest's mur, der--" "Be calm. child," said old Benjamin, lean i ng forward to com fort her. "You'll soon see dear Master Walter. There's danger in your crying so loudly." "Yes, yes," put in Dob son; "if those landsharks heard you an' got an idea Walter was aboard, there'd be trouble. Your brother's not safe till we're outside the h arbo r." Miss Craven tried h bear a s grief, and she asked for strength to bear this scene temp erately She needed the gra ce she asked. The cabin door opened and a d e ep, manly voice exclaimed: "Margaret, Margaret, my love we are united at last!" "Walter, Walter, my brother!" she cried leaping to her feet and striving to drive away the tears that nearly blinded her. "Oh. my brother! Thrice welcome visitor!" She rushed forward to throw h e rself in his outstretched arms, but suddenly she slopped, looked in his face, and then fled with a wild cry to the end of the cabin. '>you? You?" she shrieked in terror. "My God, it is you, and not my brother Waltt>r !" Uttering a s e cond pit>rcing shriek, she reeled forward and fell senseless to the floor. The visitor was not h<'r brother, but his murdere r. It was Arthur Demorest. CHAPTER XI. It was Arthur Demorest, and not Walter Craven, that had been as s isted by our hero to escape fr o m the Shirley jail. The villain Dem o r est, hav i ng murdered 'vV alter Crav e n, as sumed the dead man's name that he might more easily escape the consequences of his crime, for his own reputation was so bad that it would have told against him. It was an easy thing to t a ke Crav e n's name. Neither of them was personally known in the town. Even the landlord h a d not bec o me s uffici e ntly acquainted with th e m to know which was Craven and wh ich D emorest. When the villain returned to the hotel h e said to the l andlord: "Demorest told me to pack up his things and set tle his bill." From that on he was kno w n as Cra\' e n. When his l a wyer b rovght him word that Margaret Craven was in town be b ecame terribly alarmed. His refu sa l t o see h e r, and his st range action in court-the concealing of his face-were precautions against her rec og nizing and b e traying him. He slig htly resembled Craven, who was his co u sin-especia lly when hi s face was in profile-and, as ha s been seen, he carried out the impersonation successfully. Had' he kept his own name he would probably been lynched before th e trial took place. He now stood in the cabin of the Albatross, gloating over his beautiful victim lymg helpless and sense less on the carpet. "I have you now," he muttered, as if she could hear him; "you are mine at last, my pretty. bi rd. The prize is worth the risk oi the gallows." He advanced tG her side. As if there was some revivifying power in his evil presence, Margaret Craven regain e d conscious ness and opened her eyes. They fell on her captor, and 'She utte r ed another s hriek. Old Ben appeared at the cabin door, and shouted: "Arthur Demorest, you villain, there is a God above that will smite you if you move a step to further terrify that innocent and helpl e ss child. Beware!'; "Benny, my boy," replied Demorest, coolly, as he drew a pistol from his b e lt, "if you don't s ubside into tranquillity and leave this cabin, I'll perforate you wi t h bullets." Poor old Ben fled in terror, and never stopped till he reached the stern of the vessel. There he moaned and shouted in his desp ; l r. "Arthur Demorest on board! The villain, Demorest, mur-dered Master Waite Oh, Heaven protect her. She is in the power of a fiend!"'


1-8 I BRA VE ANJ:? BOLD. Meanwhile Demorest sat dowp in the cabin, and, in a sarcastic tone, addressed Miss Craven thus: "Maggie dear, we meet again. You once spurned my addresse-s as you would those of a reptile." "I spurn you now !" she cri ed, confronting him with heaving bosom and flashing eyes. "I do not fear you, Arthur Demorest, for there is a God who will protect me from the monster that murdered my poor brother." "Let us not of that.'' said the villain. "Rather Jct us ar r ive at sarne peaceful settlement. You once scorned rne as unworthy even of your acquaintance. My J ove, which was sincere, you despised. The garne is altered now. The st;ikes are in my hands. This is my vessel Every man aboard is my and will obey my Minman<;ls. You are my prisoner. I intend you to be my wife. You will never reach a port till you are." "Monster of iniquity!" cried the terrified girl, stri ;ing to hide her fear. "You, the murderer of my poor brother, dare to ;i,sk me to wed you--" "Hold on, madam! you mistake me. I ask nothing. The day for that has gone by. 1 will now use force. You are my captive-my bride-elect. You (:annot escape me!" "Oh, God in heaven protect me!" she exclaimed, falling on h er knees and appealing to her Milker. "SJ.lve mesave me from this vile wretch!" The villain was awed for a momept, but he smiled and said: "Miss Craven this cabin is yours. Though you are my pris oner, I will show you the respect due my future brick Take things easy and don't be alarmed. If you act right, you'll have no trouble; but"-and here his eyes glistened with an unholy fierceness and his voice became hoarse-"if you are contrary and compe l me, I will show the cruelty of a brute. Shake hands with riie now, and I'll order supper and leave you for the night." He advanced to take her hand, when she rushed past him fled shrieking out of the cabin. She ran like a frightened hare to the stern of the bont i!lld paused, panting and trembling, by side. "Save me, save me -1'1:1, Benjamin!" she cried. Demqrest foJ!o\ved her and commanded her to be quiet and re turn to her Then he hPr by arms, and was about to force her to leave the deck, when he was startled by a voice tha\ seuttoned his coat tightly about him and went up on deck again. The air had become raw and chilly, and f northea!lt wind was piling up white caps on the water, Demorest walked boldly to the stern of the boat anct found the place deserted. L ooking over the railing into the sea, he waited for a repetition of the mysterious voice, but none

BRA VE AND BOLD. 19 "Ben, retire a while," said Demorest, roughly. "I have something to say to Mademoiselle Crave n." Ben looked toward his mistress, and, receiving a nod fn;im her, got up and Jeff the cabin. Demorest seated himself and, lighting a cigar began : "Madam, you can see for yourself you are as completely in my p ower as a caged bird. Cross me, and I'll show rto m e r cy Act as I wish, and neither you n o r your servant will suffer harm. I m go in g to marry you and take my position in the w orld as your husb and-the hu sba nd of Lady Hetherington. Understand tha t. You are the only living barrier between me and a title and estates. I mean to have them if I don't have you, and if I d on' t have all three it will be because I put you from my path by kill/ ing you. Take care. It's a big temptation to a man who has worked so long for the prize. I h ave only to prove you are dead to become Lord Arthur Demorest Hetherington. \Vhat do yo u say? Is it going to be peace o r war between us? If peace, shake h an ds wifh me." The lady had risen to i1e r feet on his entrance, showing that she scorned to sit in the same roo m with him. Now drawing herself up to her full height, and unconsciously confounding him with the force of her matchl ess beauty, she r e plied : I will make no treaty with the murderer of my brother. I would not defile my se lf by touching the h a nd of such a wretch as you. Arthur D emorest, I de spise you, and I do n o t fear y o u." 1 "Oho! you 'll y et come off your hi g h h orse, my beautiful m ada m," sneered the scoundrel. "You'll yet be glad to shake hands with Arthur Demorest." "Leave me--" "I'll not l9ve you. I'll bring this battle to a crisis now. W J:'ll see who'll be the victor. I'll forc e you t o shake hands with me." He advanced, as h e s poke with a triumpha nt c url on his lip, and would have tried to seize her h a nd but that a tall, dark figure arose from behind a higqbacked chair and stood before him. The next moment a fist flew out like a nine-pounder discharged fro m a cannon, and Arthur Demorest, with his nose a nd mouth bl eed ing, went flying over an ottoman and f ell on his back on the carpet. For a moment he lay as if dead. Then he looked up and saw standing over him a youth with clinched fists, set teeth, and eyes glaring 1 ike those of a ferocious tige r. Miss Craven's protector was our hero, Phil Marvin I CHAPTER XII. sullied this fair earth. I helped you to escape and risked my life a d oze n times for you. You have forced me to become an exile---" "I kn ow it. I'm grateful. I--" "Gratitude is not in your evil heart. You used my aid, and cared no more for me than the dust beneath your feet For all that I care not, but this lady--" "Don't shoot. I'll--" "I tell you now, though I'm practically in your power, that I'll devote the rest of my life to bringing you to justice. I'll yet hang you for 1he murder of \Valter Craven." He low ered the pistol and the two stood confronting each other. A wicked gleam of light shone in Demorest's eyes. He saw that he was not going to be killed and his boldness returned. "How did you get o n this vessel?" he asked. "Heaven sent me to protect this young woman," was Phil's reply. Demorest stared in wonder. He could not im agine how Phil h ad got on the boat, and for a moment he suspected hi s accom plice, Dobson, of h av ing had a hand in it. He saw Marg2ret Craven clinging to Phil's and looking trustfully to the youth for pro tect i on, and the sight made him wild with H}ssing a dreadful imprecation through his teeth, he bound e d across the cabin and out through the o p e n door. The moment h e was gone Phil Ma rvin turned to th e shrinking, terrifi ed young woman, and said, with a forced calmness: "Miss Crav1m, I cannot conceal fr om you that you a re in awful dan ger. Every sailor aboard this boat is no doubt a tool in the h ands o f Demorest. His first care will be to kill me, and that will leav e you defenseless." The girl's answer was to cling m o re tightly to his arm and de clare she w ould die with him "No, no," replied Phil, gloomily. "He do e s not wish you to die. Death would be preferable to the fate intended for y ou. I am to be put out of th e way, and my only regret is that in dying I \viii leav e you at his m e rcy." "Oh,. could you not"'hide? Could you not--" "No, I am in his p owe r. Escape is out o f the question, and he paused and glanced about the room-"there might be some good in resisting." Phil ran to the cabin door and called old Ben. The latter was by his side in an instant. "Ben," whispered the youth, giving him a pistol, "take this and defe nd your mistress for a few minutes. Fire a shot if there be danger." He conducted Miss Craven to the s t ateroom intended for her, w4ich adjoined the and plac e d Ben o utside. There seemed to be something providenttal in Phil's finding "Defend her with your life for ten minut es, Ben. I'll return." refuge in the yawl boat of the Albatross. Margaret Craven Wjth this he hurrie d out of t he cabin and stole along the deck. neede d his help and protection, and now he was at hand. There were no signs of life on the afterdeck, so he turned and Her joy at meeting him again may be imagined. It helped to craw led cautiously forward When h e reached the fore-hatchway modify for a time the grief occasioned by the l o ss of her brother.' he heard voices below. He stoppe d and listened. Her gratitude, when he stepped between her and Demorest, Dobson was calling Demorest a foor to allow himself to be knew no bounds. bullied by a youngster. Demorest's first action, when he recovered from his "But how did he get aboard, Dobson?" was to attempt to draw his pistdi. "I don t kn ow. He was not quick enough. He got a second blow from Phil'! "Had you anything to do with it?" floored again, and partially stunned him. : "No." When h e arose to his feet he was not in possession of his "Then it's a mystery." pistob. Phil had them. and was now covering him one of "It's no bigger mystery than gett in g you out o' jail. Don't the' them. Shirley pe c ple call that a mystery?" "Arthur Demorest," !aid our hero, "it would scarcely be a '"He's wonderfn!." crime if I took' your life. You are the blackest villain that ever "An. going to let him bully you.?"


20 BRAVE AND BOLD. "No!" and Demorest strengthened his negation with a terrible oath. "That's right; get rid of him at once." "I will-this very night." Though Phil wq.s horrified by what he heard he was not surprised. He listened again, and heard Demorest say : "Ther e's no need o' the men knowing who she is, Dobson." "No; but they'll wonder." "Yes.11 "Especially if s h e acts contrary." "You might say she's my wife." "It would only make matters worse, Demorest, unless--" "What?" "You make the men think you and she have quarreled; give them the idea she's cranky, and you good-natured with her, and their sympathy will be with you." "A good idea. It's hard telling how some of those fellows would view it if they learned who s he was, and that she was a prisoner." This speech gave Phil a little hope. Bad as the sailors might be there were yet likely a few of them still posse sse d of some chivalrous instincts that the sight of a defenseless woman might arouse. Demore st, who knew them best, h ad said so. The thought struck Phil that if he could preserve his own lif e for a few days h e might get a chance to study the men and pick out the best of them. To these he could show the true position of the lady and to appeal to what was best in their natures. "But the men would never bother their head s about the young ster, Dobson," said Demorest, after a pause. ''No, darn it, they'd never ask a question if he disappeared altogether." "They proba bly haven't seen him at all yet." "Then--" "What?" "They mustn't see him. S ett l e him now an' throw hi s carcass overboard. "I will." "And if I was you I'd complete the job and dous e the old man too. What'$ the u se o' lea vin' witnesses hangin' 'round?" You're right Dob son," replied the arch villain, trying to work himself up to the proper state of mind for his foul crime. "It's a neces s ity to get rid of them." "Certainly. You can't tell what might happen. That boy, if let live, might yet bring you to the gallows. Get r i d of him, I say at once. He's too darned pious for this world, anyhow!" Phil had never wholly trusted D obso n, but he was not prepared to find him such a perfect Machiavel of wickedness. The man was an able second to Arthur Demorest. Turning from the hatchway, Phil hurried to the captain's cabin, j tlst back of the pilot h o use. He opened the door and glanced in. To his surprise, he found it a perfect arsenal. All of the arms in the boat must have been stored therein. There were pistols, muskets and cutlasses hanging about on the walls, and a couple of kegs of powder and a keg of shot showed him there was enough ammunition for a sea fight. Imm ediately Phil was seized with a r esolut ion He must ob t ai n poss ess ion of the captain's cabin. He closed the door sofily and hurried aft. As he went he passed a sai lor who had just d esce nded from the upper deck. The fellow merely glanced at him and then went on about his business. Phil ran to the cabin, where he had left Miss Craven and Ben, and startled. them both by his sudden appearance. Ben came nearly shooting him in a mistake for Demorest. "Come quickly both of you," whispered Phil. "There is a safer place than this. Come!" The girl emerged from her stateroom, and was by his side in an instant. Quick, Ben !" she exclaimed. "Follow Mr. Marvin." Phil took her hand in his, and the three hastened out of the cabin. To go forward it was neces sa ry to w a lk around the outside of the cabin between it and the deck rail. There were two passages-o ne on each side of the cabin. They had gone a few steps down the starboard side when Phil saw Demorest approaching. The latter saw him, and hurried forward, drawing a weapon as he came. "Back I" whispered Phil, and he almost carri e d Miss Craven toward the door through which they had just passed. When he reached it he pulled it shut, and then hurried his companions around the other side. Demorest, he knew, would open the cabin door, believing they had gone in there. The vessel was rolling a little, which made it difficult for persons unused to the motion to walk. Phil picked Miss Craven up in his strong arms, and whispering to Ben to follow, walked as fast as he could toward the captain's cabin. He reached it without meeting any one, th o ugh he saw some one watching him out of the window of the pilot house. He set Miss Craven on her feet, and looked back over Ben's shoulder. He saw a dark figure following them, creeping along by the larb oard rail; then he opened the cabin door. "Quick, enter, both of you," he whispered, keeping his eyes on the approaching figure. "In there we have a chance of holding the villains at bay." All three entered, and Phil closed and barred the door. A scream from Miss Craven caused him to turn his head. To his horror and amaz e m{'nt, be found the room already oc cupied. Captain Dobson stood before him, with a drawn cutlass in his hand. "Where are you going?" he growled. "\Vhat brought you here?" Phil drew a pistol and raised it. Dobson was quicker. He drew a pistol and fired The bullet went over Phil's head and lodged in the oak door. Miss Craven screamed again, and ran behind the table with Ben. Bo t h were terrified with the shot. The room was so full of smoke that. it was difficult to see, but that very circurnstance prov e d a bles s ing. Phil Marvin, with a catlike s pring, bounded under the table, seized Dobson by the legs, and whirled him over like a toy soldier. Before the villain could real ize what had happened to him, the cutlass was knocked from his hand, and a crashing blow fell upon his face. T hen he was pinioned in a grasp so tight that he could do nothing but curse. Phil gave him an unmerciful pounding. He used his fists on the face of Dobson till Miss Craven pfeaded for the man. "I'll let him off for your sake, Miss Craven," sai d Phil, "but it goes against my grain. Get up, Dobs o n you ugly, deceitful libel on humanity. I can hardly keep my hands off you. Get up, A d leave this cabin before I'm tempted to kill you." Dobson, presenting a most unlovely sight in his fright and baffled rage arose to his feet, and Phil caught him by the shoulders to throw him out. "Come," said the latter, as he dragged him to the door, "get


BRA VE AND BOLD. 21 out of this, and thank the lady for your life. If we meet agai11 I'll kill you on sight." Phil, trembling with suppressed rage, held DobsQn by the collar as he spoke. He unlocked the door, and was about to shove him out when an idea struck him. Dobson was commander of the vessel. I-Iis word was law with the men. The way to r eac h the sailors was through their cap tain! Phil l ocked the door, shoved the key in his pocket, and, drawing the captain back said: "Dobson, I d-:_mand a hostage for the good behavior of the crew of this boat. You're my prisoner." CHAPTER XIII. With the assistance of BeR Hobb, Phil made Captain a helple ss pri soner fastening his wrists together with irons for that purpose, 1 which he found upon the wall. The captain made very little re s istance, for he feared Phil woulq r epeat the punishment he had given him, or even shoot him as he threatened to do, if compelled. He threw himself on a sofa, and whined and groaned like a whipped sc ho olboy. Phil examined the cabin, and found that it had two state r ooms. One was the captain's; the other had been intended for any guest h e shottld have. The latter Phil gave to Miss Craven, as it was comfortably furnis hd; the captain's be and Ben would occupy in turns. The 011ly outlet to the !:abin was the door by which they had enter ed. There were two small windows, heavily shuttered on the inside, and a small covered batch in the for e part of t he cabin communicat ed with the pilot house. This hatch could b e fastened in the cabin. A closet adjoining the room was well stocked with wines, liquors and cigars; a small table was covered with maps, charts and nautical instru m ents, and a compass stood on a stationary carpet-covered post The room was an e legant one, and their position would have b een comfortable but for their great danger. Half an hour after Dobson s incarceration, and while Phil, Ben and Miss Craven were whispering together in a corner, a knock came upon the door. "Who's that?" asked Phil. "I, Demorest. Let me in, Dobson." Phil drew a pistol,. and, approaching Dobson, whisper11_d: "Talk to that mar., using the words I g ive you, or I'll po sitively blow your ugly head o ff!" D o b so n had no choice but to obey. He talked to his accomplice outside, u s ing the words with which Phil supplied h im. "What's the matte r, Demo re st?" "What are you doing in there?" "No n e of your business." "Where's the girl?" "Under my protection, Demmy." "What on earth do you mean?" "What I say. These three persons are under my protection. I'll allow no man on my boat to--" Here Dobson stopped, but Phil sh ove d the pistol in his face, and he resumed, saying just what Phil directed: "Dem.crest." "What is it, Dobson?" "If you don't go away from that door I'll blow you r brains o u t!" There was a pause fo r a moment, and then came back the ii.nswe r in fierce and determined tones_; "It's just as I guessed, Dob son. It was you let Marvin o n the boat. You've played sharp with me. Now, I'll spring a mine on you if you don't open this d oor. This vessel is as much mine as yours, and I'll show you who is ma ste r Demorest's last words showed Phil that he must alter the tone a l ittle, so h e made D obson say: "Demorest." "What?" "I'll talk with you in the morning. 1 con c wam co 01smro my guests n ow. Go aw:ly from the do or." "I want l o s peak to the girl." "You can't. I 'll prot ect h e r and her fri e nd s with my life. G oo d-ni g ht. Of all the surp ri ses Dem o re st ever got, this was the greatest. Ile could not conceive h ow the girl and the two men had in gratiated themselves into Dobson's favor and won his protection. He had n o d oubt it was Dobson who spoke He knew the man's voice well. It nev e r occurred to him th a t Dobson h a d been compelled to speak the st r a n ge words h e had list ened to. The door was so heavy and thick that he had not heard Phil's whi s pering. He went away from the door puzzled and chagrined, and the occupants of the cabin were not disturbed again that night. A couple of times Dobson was forced by Phil to hold a con versation with the wheelman throug h the little opening, an d to make a s how of giving him some nece ssa ry direct ions. Miss Craven occupied her stateroom, and Phil and Ben took turns in watching the ca ptain and l istening for suspicious sounds. Morning came, a nd Miss Craven appeared l oo king fresh and beautiful. The dangers s h e bad passed t hrou g h had tempered the grief con seq uent upon the los s of her brother. She eve n smiled as s h e greeted Phil and asked him how he had passed the ni g ht, and if their clanger had diminished. ''Madam," he repli ed, "we are in a serious s ituation. It would be folly to underrate our danger, yet I hope, 'jith God's help, we'll come out safe. So far, there has been no sign of any inten ti on to di st urb us; but I ca n t ell you, our live s are hanging upon the captain. I've allowed him to go to his s t a t eroom. He is still sleeping. When he comes out I will have a talk with him He did not tell the young l a dy that Ire expected Demorest. would try tO' Stane them out. This contingency was so probable that she would learn it soon enough. About ten o'clock the captain appeared, still manacied. His whole demeanor had und e r go n e a change which showed he had been under the influence of liquor the previous night.'. He was now fierce and sullen, and apparently reckless as to con sequences. "There's been enough o' thi s," he said, gruffly. "I'm not a baby and don t intend to be a prisoner on my own boat. Open that d oor, o r I ll flog every one of you." Phil at once saw h e had a different man to deal with from the drunken D o bson of the evening b efore This one was res o lute, and did not flinch when Phil exposed a pistol. He went on talkin g in a threate ning and blustering way that terrified poor Miss Craven. Two alternatives presented themselve s to our hero-submiss ion t o the captain's wishe s o r a re sort to extreme measure s If Dobson raised a n outc ry l oud enough for D emo rest to hear, t he latter would learn that Dobson was kept in the room against his will, and h a d not turned traitor_ ; the re su l f would be that the door would be smashed in and the pri s oner r e lea sed. "Look here, D o bson," sa id Phi l cocking t he pistol as if he meant to shoot "you'd better s it down a011d let us talk this thini over." . )


22 BRAVE AND BOLD. "I won't do it. Open that door." He spoke so loudly that Phil feared the sailors woul

BRA VE AND BOLD. 23 "Who's got anything to say about it?" "I have." "Go ahead, then." In forcing the conversation along this line Phil was again clev erly fishing for information. "'What makes you stay ip there, Dobson?" Dobson was h ere going to speak without waiting for Phil to prompt him. The tatter saw the danger of allowing his prisoner even one moment's freedom. If Dobson could utter two words that would let Demorest know he was not keeping to his cabin of his ow n free will, the door would be smashed in at once. Phil's safety and the safety of his companion depended on Demorest's believing the captain to h ave turned traitor. "Demorest." "What?" "Get away from that door or you'll .-ue it." "I will, but I'll make things hot for you, Dob son. You'll not do the treacherous act with me twice." With this threat Demorest walked away from the cabin door. Phil saw that something had to be done. There was danger at h and. Demorest had vowed vengeance. He was going to deal wit)l the men himself. Our hero thought a moment, and then l ocked Dobson in his stateroom. Miss Craven was already in h e rs. ''Ben," he whi s pered, and the li ght of a sudde n resolve was in his eyes, "I'm going to leave you o n guard for o ne hour. Take care and don't let Dobson out, and don't let him know where I am. If there's danger discharge your pistol. L ock the door after me." "Where are you going, Master Phil?" I'fII going into the enemy 's camp," r ep lied our h ero, as he qu iet ly unlocked the door. "I'm going to see what that. villain, Demorest,, is d oing with the men." CHAPTER XIV. Phil stepped out of the cabin, and the door was lo c ked after him. He looked around, a nd could see no o ne. He could s carcely see t wo fathoms ahead of him. It was not that the ni ght was so inte nsely dark, but hi s eyes had for a long time been used to the strong lampli g ht of the cap tain 's room. He listened, and could hear no sounds but the flapping of th e sail s and the plashing of the water against the' vessel's si de. All on board seemed at' rest. He moved aft a little, and looking over the captain's cabin, saw the wheelsrnan in the pilot house. He went to the fore:: hatchway, and found it closed. Then he crept aft along by the side of the main cabin, looking in through two o r three of the open windows as h e passed, He did n ot find a sailof on d:;:.k. Every rnan but the wheels rnan was below. What did it tnean? Even if it were mess time, the watch and others s hould be above d eck. He approached the after-11'tch. It was not closed . He lo oke d down, and saw one man s itting on a coil of rope, and another on an upturned water bucket They were ta lking in whispers, and appeared to be much inter ested in the conversat i on Now and then they stopped talking and looked forward, as if there was something going on there that claimed a part of. their attention. Phil got down on his knee s and listened. He heard some one speaking away forward, but could not catch the words.. :Pres ently he heard a chorus of voices say: "That's so! True enough I" Here the man on the rope exchanged glances with him who sat on the bucket, and both shQOk their heads They were evidently not of the same opinion as those who had expressed themselves in the affirmative. Phil took a good l oo k at these two men, and noticed that b oth were large and powerful fellows with a striking l oo k of reckless ness about them. One wore a beard and was about forty years o ld ; the other was clean-shaven, and looked t o be a little younger than his com p an ion. Presently one of them laid his ha\ld o n the other's arm and called hi s attention to something going o n forward. Then both struck an attitude of lis t e ning. Phil li ste ned, too, and heard s01;11e one addressing the sailors, speaking in a low tone of voice. Presently the latter q1lled out, )0t1d enough for Phil to hear: "Sam I Ned!" The two individuals that had sat respectively on the eoil of r ope and the bucket arose and went so far forward that Phil c o uld no longer see them. ''What the deuce does it mean?" muttered our hero. "There seems to be a discu ssio n of some kind going on, and yet it's more l ike a l ecture, for I can hear but one voice. I must catch the words." Littl e did Phil know that th e question J.J11de r discussion was one greatly affecting the safety of hi s life and the !iv of Miss Craven and Ben. He s ho ve d his head d ow n the hatch way a little and looked for ward. There was a group of fifteen or twenty men standing lis t ening to o n e person who was doing all the talking: T hi s pers on appeared to be appealing to them, and his manner was very in si nuating. Phil stretched his neck a little more and r ecognized the s peaker. It was Arthur Demorest. He was haranguing the sailors, and gradually working them in to a u11ison of opinion. That was from their muttered r ema rk s and general 111anner. Phil m ade up hi s mind t o h ea r what w as going on, but he was t oo late. T he address <;ame to an end. Arthur Demprest asked hi s final question, and the m ass of the sailors responded with hearty "Ayes." Phil felt uncomfortable He had an instinctive premonition it m eant excessive danger. This was verified by hi s see ing the men separate into knots of t wos and threes and proceed to take out their dirks and pistols and examine them. Two of the m en separated from the crowd, and one of these came do w n as far as the coil of r o pe Phil recognized him as the younger of the tw,.., he had already noticed. The sai lor leaned his foot on the rope and stood for a moment as if in d ee p thought. Then he glanced again at the crowd, and a h eavy frown gathered on his face. Phil, following the man's glance, Saw that the sailors had again grouped arou1'd Arthur Demorest. A minute or two p asse d and ou r hero became more and more filled with fear. He knew Arthur Demorest's persuasive power. It was o nly a question of time till the villain should have all the men ready t<:J accede to his wicked reque-st. The n ecess ity for prompt actio n was apparent. Phil lowered his head down the hatch, and called, in a whisper: "Sarni" The sailor took his foot off the coil of rope and looked around.


BRA VE AND BOLD. but did not leave the place. He seemed at a loss to know where the sound came from Phil, seeing the attention of the crowd was on Demorest, called again: "Ned, come here." The sailor approached the ladder and )ooked up. "Who's there?" he asked. "A friend," was Phil's reply. "Who is it?" "For God's sake, Ned, come up the ladder. I want to speak to you." The sailor was amazed, but after glancing at the crowd and seeing he was not noticed, he ran up the ladder and was soon at f'hil's side on the deck. "What's the matter, youngs t er?" he asked, gruffly, scrutinizing the lad with his sharp, black eyes. Phil Marvin seized the bull by the horns, as the figurative ex pression puts it. In a few words, excitedly uttered, he told the sailor how Miss Crav en was a prisOher in the hands of Demorest, who had murdered her brother. He spoke with unconscious elo quence and in two short minutes made such an impression on the s ailor that the latter exclaimed : "Great thunder! Is that so?" "True-every word, and I could t e ll you more. Y ou will not see the lives of an inn ocent girl and an old man taken?" The sa ilor said nothing b e yond muttering a vigorous nautical oath. He listened to no more of Phil's pleading, but wheeled around, with an eiclamation, and bounded down the ladder. Phil followed as far as the hatch, and peered down to see what he was going to do. Ned hurried forward among the sailors and began addressing them. He emphasized his words by pounding his right fist against the palm of his l eft h a nd. Demorest h eard him, a nd commenced talking, too, and soon there was a perfect babel of voices, but Phil could not catch a word. By and by a dozen or so of the m en put away their weapons and sat sulkily down, s h owing Demorest they would have no h and in his proposed venture. They would preserve a strict neutrality. Six or eight crowded around Demorest an d applauded his words. They were big, rough-looking fellows, desperate enough for anything. The two sailors, Sam and Ned, left the crowd and came aft. When they approached near enough to hear him, Phil called the m, and they came quickly up the l adde r. "Boy," sa id Neo, addressing our h ero in a whisper, "there's going to be trouble aboard, an' I may as well tell you, Sam an' me's the only two against Demorest. We can't see a wci'man abused." "What about the others that. sat do\vn ?" asked Phil. "They won't take sides against Captain Dobson, and yet they won t go against Demorest. They'ii stay below." Phil looked forward with h orror to the time when the men should learn that Dobson was not really opposed to Demorest. "Hark I" exclaim ed Sam. "They're goin' to begin." "Come, then," said Phil, "to the captain's cabin I rely on your help." He rushed forward as he spoke, and th e two sailo rs followed. "Let me in, Ben, let me in!" cried Phil, rapping against the cabin door. There was no resp o nse to Phil's call, but a scuffl e could be heard going on inside, and the next moment Miss Craven screamed for help. "Great Heaven!" exclaimed Phil, as he heard the hatchway open and the sailors ascending the steps. "Quick! Ned, Sam' shove with me!" The stepped back and made a rush together, and the doo r of the cabin flew off its hinges. Phil started at the sight before him. There was Ben Hobb on his back on tlie floor, and the villain, Dobson, on top of him. The latter was still manacled. He had contrived to break the lock in the staternom door. Poor Miss Craven was crouching in a comer in an agony of fright. "Here-Sam, Ned-get pistols. Quick. Defend the door. Into your room, Miss Craven, and stay there. The villains are attacking us!" As Phil spoke he pulled Dobson off of Ben and flung him into a corner. Then he grasped a rope hanging from a peg on the wall, and, passing it under Dobson's handcuffs, made him fast to an iron ring in the floor. The same moment Demorest's party appeared before the door, and the battle began. It was a fight between a dozen or more on one side and three on the other. Poor oid Ben could not be counted. Phil had made him retire to the stateroom to comfort Miss Craven, for he thought if he himself should be killed she might have a protector left in Ben. Demorest fired the first shot. It found a mark in the right leg of Sailor Sam, but it sterned only to arouse him to greater fury, for he leap ed through the doorway and fired three shots in quick succession into the crowd. Phil and Ned followed him, also firing, and the deck of the vessel thus became the scene of battle. For fully a minute the bullets went flying like hail, some striking the small cabin, others breaking the windows of the main cabin, while groans, shrieks and curses showed that several were hurt. The three defenders were armed with cutlasses as w ell as pis t o ls, and this, when it rame to closer battle, was a slight offset to the disadvantage of numb e rs. Demorest's party attempte.d to gain the cabin, where there were weapons and ammunition in plenty, but Phil and Ned fought them off with the ir cutlasse s and poured several shots into them. The crowd were driven back in apparent confusion. Phil Marvin had gained a victory. Sam Gartshore, for that was the sailor's name, was badly wounded, and lay on the cabin floor. CHAPTER XV. While the hattle was waging, Dobson had contrived to loosen the knot of th e rope and get himself free from the iron ring the corner of the cabin. His wrists were still in irons, but that did not prevent him being a source of danger to the defense. While the attention of Phil and Ned was on the enemy, he rushed to the wall where the weapons were hanging and took down a numbe r o f pistols and. c utlasses,1 D emo rest and his men were just giving up the fight when they saw D o b so n ru s h out of the cabin and down the deck past the astonished defenders of Miss Craven. In his arms he carried what the attacking party lacked-weapons. "Hurrah!" shouted Dehiorest. "The captain ha:s been a prisoner all this time. He was not a tra'itor At thetii again and kill them;-all but the girl."


BRA VE AND BOLD. Three of the men were provided with cutlasses, and four or five more with loaded revolvers. Things began to look ver;/ serious for the defenders, whose re volvers were empty, and one of their number wounded-Sambeyond the power of doing anything. "Ned." whispered Phil, "get back into the cabin and put out the light. We are a mark for five of them." The same moment a shot whizzed past their heads and entered the cabin. Ned sprang at once to obey the order, and Phil seized the door, and, laying it on its side, set it across the doorway. As the lights went out two more shots were fired, and a missile was thrown that knocked down the barricade Phil had just planted. Our hero groped his '!fay across to the wall and took down nearly a dozen pistols. Then he placed himself by Ned's side near the door, and the two of them opened fire. Another of Arthur Demorest's men fell with a shriek, and of a sudden the battle came to a close. Dobson shouted to the sailors to follow him, and they all made their way to the after-hatch. Phil and Ned were astounded at the unexpected turn of affairs. "What on earth's the matter with them?" exclaimed the latter. "Did they imagine we had them beaten?" "I don't know," replied Phil. "It stumps me. I thought every moment was going to be our last." "There's some strong reason for it, mark my words. Demorest would never give up the fight if there wasn't. He's bound to kill you, and he's just as anxious to kill me since I deserted him." ''That reminds me," said Phil, "that we owe you our lives It was a noble act of yours to join our weak forces." "I've not been a saint in my life," repli e d Ned. "Nor any one else that ever sailed with Dobson, but it's not in my nature to stand by and see a woman sacrificed." "Give us your hand, Ned. I hope we'll Jive many a year to strengthen our acquaintance." "I hope so, mv boy, but I can tell you this that it won't be half an hourbefore those scoundrels attack us again. Don't im agine they've given it up ." A groan from the recumbent figure on the floor put an end to their conversation. Both were ashamed to think they had tempo rarily forgotten p oo r, wounded Sam. Phil called old Ben and plac e d him on watch outside the door, bidding him shout on the first sign of danger. Then he lit a lamp, and Ned and he knelt by S a m Gart s hore's side. They found the poor fellow breathing his last. He had been wounded by no less than three bullets and the stab of a dirk. His last words were for his companion, Ned, whom he loved as a brother. Both had some time before quarreled with Demorest and Dobson and had resolved to sever connections with them at the first opportunity. Alas!. the opportunity had come for poor Sam, and as his last breath left him Ned cried like a child. "Good-by, mate," said the latter, in a voice husky from emo tion. "We've taken our last trip together." Phil was imprPssed with Ned's tenderness, and developed there and then a fondness for him, and a trust in him that time never effaced. "I'm going to bury him decently, lad," said Ned. "I couldn't bear to let those other scoundre ls touch him." He took the body up tenderly in his arms, walked out on the deck and approached the railing. 'Ihe moon had just risen, and its beams threw a soft light on him as he paused at the railing to take a last look at the face of the friend he had loved so well. He stooped and kissed the cold lips; then muttering, "Good by, Sam, old fri e nd," consigned the b o dy to its watery grave. ,When he returned to the cabin there was in his countenance no trace of emotion. He had left that for the hours when he should be alone and could recall and dwell undisturbed upon the past. "Phil," he said, suddenly, "I have just thought of the reason why those scoundrels brought the fight to such a sudden close." "It could not have been because they feared d efeat." "No, no it's not that; they'll bother us again in time. But do you see that?" Phil looked in the direction Ned pointed, and could sec nothin1 to rout the enemy. ''What did it, Ned?" he asked, staring in wonder. "Those two powder kegs." "Ah--" "Dobson thought of them, and conveyed the news. They feared to fire again, for the reason that their bullets might ignite the powder and blow them and the ship, as well as ourselves, out of the sea." "Can't we use the kegs, Ned?" "How?" "Place them in sight near the d o or, and dare them to shoot." "No, lad. It's safer to throw them overboard. Those men mean to have our l ive s and will soon think of, a plan of over coming the difficulty of the powder kegs." Phil ran for a moment to Miss Craven's door to tell her that for the present they were safe, and to bid h e r have hope. "Ned," he said, returning to the door of cabin, "could we count o n a n y more of the sailors joining us?" "No, lad-no hope of that. There's only the old man at the wheel, an' he's b ette r where he is. Outside o' him there isn t a man aboard as wouldn't follow Demorest and Dobson to per dition." "But what about those men that wouldn't join Demorest, and sat down?" "That was because they thought D o bson and Demorest had quarreled. They would not be untrue to their captain." "Great Heaven! then--" "What?" "These men will also be with D emorest now? Our danger has increas ed." "That's it, l ad. Every man on the boat is against us. How we can escape, I can't see." "Did you know you were stepping into such danger when you joined me, Ned?" "vVell, you can bet I didn't expect to gain by it." "I'll never forget your noble act." "Tut-tut! You may not have l ong to remember it. What do you say to throwing those powder kegs into the sea?" "lt seems to me they m ake us safe." "Look h e re, lad. Listen to me. I know every man aboard o' thi s boat. There's some o' them 'ud fire through the keg at you if they knew they'd be blown into atoms the same minute. They--" "Hark! What's that?" "What?" "I h eard a bell tinkling "Ah, yes-listen. The engines have stopped working. There's something up." The same old Ben, who had been on watch, put lais head in the cabin door and said:


26 BRA VE AND BOLD. "Master Phil, there's a mist. I can't see the hatchway." Phil and Ned looked out. To their surprise, the vessel had be come enveloped in a fog so thick that they could not see the mainmast. "We're by the Newfoundland Banks, I think," said Ned, who was an experienced seaman, "and I can tell you, the vessel's not having the attention she needs. There's only the fiist mate and wheelsman above deck." "What have the engines stopped for?" asked Phil. "Because-Ben, you'd better go in an' comfort the young womai;i; tell her there's no danger_:_because the wheelsman can't see." "Where are we bound for?" "Don't know. Only Demorest and Dobson know that." The vessel was now but barely m ovi ng in the water. The whistles were blowing and the foghorn piping to prevent possible collision with ships The sounds were dismal e nough but to those momentarily ex pecting attack they were Jil\:e the harbing e rs of death. After a while the fog thinned a little and the engines started working again. Ned Burton h ad been listeni ng at the hatchway He now returned to Phil's side: and informed him of what he had heard. Demorest had just offered a reward to any of the men who would go atiove and capture one or more of the prisoners. "Did any of them volunteer?" asked Phil. "Yes, a dozen or more of them, and they're getting r ea dy." "Then we'll get ready, too," said our hero. '.'How?" "Fasten down the fore-hatch, ana force them to go aft to get on deck. Then you and J can prevent them getting this far by each of us guarding one of the passages on the side of the cabin." "Good boy, Phil; you'vt hit it! Call the old man." Phil ran forward through the mist and lowered the hatch. He sprang the bolt that was used to keep it down in a stor 'm, thus preventing the men from gaining the deck by th a t entrance. They quickly m ade their arrangements. The two powder kegs were put in the captain's stateroom. Ben Hobb was placed in side the captain's cabin. with orders to shoot if any of the men succeeded in passing Ph.ii and Ned. Phil took up hi s position guarding the passage on the starboard side of the main cabin, and Ned to o k the ot h er. Eac h had from six to a dozen pistols :rnd a cutlass. There was just one other way the enemy could come, and that was through the main cabin. There was a door at the forward end of it, but Phil and Ned hoped to guard that b etwee n them. "Get r ea dy," whispered Phil. ''They're co ming." "Which s ide?" "On yours and mine b oth-and there are voices in the cabin." Phil felt a chill go through him as he heard footsteps approaching through the fo::. The attack was about to commence. Laying d ow n his cutlass, he raised two pistols, and was cock ing them when there came a heavy s hock accompanied by a ter rific crash and a grinding noise. He was thrown backward with fearful and narrowly es caped falling over the rail. The vessel had struck. CHAP1 ER XVI. Phil Marvin tried to get to his feet, but was pre vented by a aucccssion of shocks that imparted a s'"':'.lying motion to the vessel. The crashing noises continued, and the ship groaned and cracked so that he thought it was breaking to pieces. At last it came to a standstill, with the ptow nearly eight feet higher than the stern. There was silence for a moment, and then Phil heard the sailors shouting and calllng to one another. The fog had lifted, and he could see over the ship's side a great white, towering body that reached as high as the top of the mizzen-mast, and glistened and sparkled with the rays of the moon. The Albafl'oss had collided with a monster floating iceberg. Its prow had dug into it and was wedged fast, and the two were now floating as one Phil scrambled to his feet and crawled toward the captain's cabin. It was like going up hill. He stumbled over a couple of corpses on the way. He reached the cabin door, and found Ned Barton there ahead of him. "The old man's all right, Phil," said the latter. "He's only got a few bruises...:.._go you to the lady." Phit hurried to the s tateroom and pulled open the door. Poor Miss Craven was lying, where she had fallen, on the floor. She was more frightened than hurt, and, as Phil picked her up, asked what was the matter. "We have struck an iceberg, Miss Craven, and luckily so, for it prevented an attack. Are you hurt?" "Not a bit. I was kneeling when the shock came. Any danger?" 1 I can't tell as yet if the ship i s damaged, but, at all events, it does not appear to be sinki ng." "Oh, it is fearful I" s he said, a nd she shuddered with fright. Be not afraid, miss. I have faith that God will protect one good as you. Remain here a moment." Returning to the cabin. he was surprised to find that neither Ben nor Ned was there. Both had di sappea red. His heart nearly s t o pped beating when he thought that something might have happened them He went out on deck and looked around. The sa ilor s were all busy at the after part of the vessel. There was, at pre sent, not much danger of attack from them. He listened, and fancied he heard Ned and old Ben talking, but could not tell from what directiol) the voices came. He approached the p ort side of the sliip, and leaning civer the railing, looked aro und. The iceb erg was several times larg e r than the ship, ,and was very irregular in shape. The prow of the boat had st ruck a point, and thtl keel h;id nm up for severn l feet' on it, t.,hus Jowcring the after-deck almos t to the water's edge. 'While Phil was l ea nin g ove r the rail th<' engines started to work backward. The k ee l slipped a foot or two on the ice, and the: vessel g ave a sudden l11rch to port side As a re sult of the shock, Phil lost his balance :tnd Wl!nt head foremost ove r th e railing. He fell into the water and sank. When he came to the SLirfacc he h ea rd shouts an d crie s that told him seve ral others had hlkn overboard, as well as h;mse!f. I He tried to swim, but found the current dragging him farther b e tween the vessel and the ice. To escape death by being crushed, he dived and swam under th e water back toward the open 5ea. It was a .frightfol situatio11. The water was cold, and chilled him lo the marrow. He was in danger of bemg seized with cramps; or, worse still, of being caught ln the paddk-wheel and to oieces.


BRAVE AND BOLD. 27, As he was coming toward the surface he felt himself being drawn into a current the force of which he could not resist. He immediately thought of the suction created by the revolving wheel, and all hope died within him. Up, up he rose, in spite of his strenuous efforts to keep away from the terrible wheel. He must now be near the surface. Suddenly his head bumped against a hard object. He thought it was the keel of the ship, and put up his hand to grasp it. The shock he got nearly deprived him of the power of thought. The object with which he came in contact was cold. He was underneath the terrible iceberg. He could not breathe, and he had now been several seconds under the water. He put up his hands and shoved himself away from the berg, but the curreht and his own buoyancy brought him back against it. He tried to pusn nimself arong under it, but soon sropped. It was hard work, and he was not sure he was not going farther under it. In the confusion of his fright he had lost all idea of the direc tion of the spot where he had first sunk. Heavens! he was being smothered; he couldn't do much longer without air. He must make another eff ort or die. He put up his hands again and worked himself along, this time letting the current help him. While he wa9 vait1ly groping for the edge, memory returned to him, and he realized he was going farther toward the center of the berg. He resolved to make one more effort. He tried to stem the current and go back the way he came. It was no use. The current overpowered him and forced him back against the cold ice. He was now h opeless and exhausted. He had been under water nearly twice as long as he had ever been. in his life. He was smothering, and be felt his senses gradually leaving him and a terrible, deathlike numbness coming over him. The choking sensation was so awful that he instinctively threw out his hands to grasp anything. His right hand touched the solid cake of ice, but his fingers penetrated a fissure he knew not how large or small. As a drowning man grasps a straw, he grasped this and pulled. As a result of his effort his head approached the fissure, and, lo! both head and shoulders shot into a big hole in the bottom of the iceberg. To his surprise and r e lief, he could breathe, though with great difficulty. Instantaneously his hopes revived. He graspe d the sides of the big hole, and keeping his head out of wate r breathed again and again. Oh, .the ambrosia of the gods was never more sweet than those few mouthfuls of air! When he had drunk in enough air to bring back consciousness and a portion of his lost strength, he op' encd his eyes. He was enveloped in total darkness. In one instant he realized that he was out in the broad Atlantic, imprisoned under an iceberg of gigantic dimensions. He thou&'ht for a moment, and asked himself how it was that he could breathe. The answer reason gi;.ve him was that somehow a current of air reached him, and there must be an outlet, however small. He reached out his hand in the darkne ss and found a ledge of ice wide enough to hold him. Shivering and benumbed, he crawled out of the water onto this ledge, and rested his weary body for fully a minute. Then he groped again, and to his astoni shment found that he could almost stand upright and walk forward. Soon he saw a streak of light. He approached it, and, l ooking up, perceived that there was an immense fissure in the iceberg that rea c hed to the top. He could see the sky, but could not see the water. He began climbing in an obliqne line, and after a quarter of an hour's hard work succeeded in reaching a point from which he could sec a portion of the There was no sign of the ship,' but it might immediately beneath him, for he coyld not see the water within half a mile of the berg. He had now two courses before him. One was to climb still higher, at the imminent risk of falling, to a point that would give him a wid e r range of view. The ice in places, was as soft as snow, and climbing was not impossible though difficult. The other course was to descend by following a sort of gully that sloped gradually toward, but not all the way to, the water's edge. He chose the latter. He made use of his pocket knife, digging the bl a de into the ice to hold himself. His hands were so c o ld and numb he cot1ld scarcely clasp the handle His b ody, too was n ea rly fr o z e n from the contact with the ice after the drenching he had got in the water. He had about thirty feet when he lost his hold of the knife. Down he went, sliding, slip ping and rolling. Luckily the slope was gradual, or he would have been smashed to pieces. He stopped at last, and founrl himself in a cavern that was quite dark. But there was a passage from it leading out toward the sea, and as he crawled along this he found it becoming brighter. After while he saw, through a hole ne a rly as large its a door way, the sea glimmering and shining with the rays of the moon. His hopes grew stron ger, and he crawled faster. Of a sudden he stopped, his heart be ating with a n ew fear. A dark object ha d passed by the mouth of the passag-e. Whether it was something floating in th e water, or Jn object moving on a ledge of the ice outside, h e could not tell. He listened, but could hear nothing but the dismal squeal of a seagull and the plashing of the water again st the ice. He con tinued crawling, and at length reached the mouth of the passage.


/ :;:8 BRA VE AND BOLD. The sea was. before him-a broad, dreary e)l;panse, with no object upon it ,to relieve its monotonous vastness. Outside the passage was a projecting ledge or platform of ice. It varied width from two to twenty feet. Its surface was soft enough to afford a safe foothold. Phil crawled out on the ledge and looked around. There was nqthing in sight. He could not imagine what the dark object could have been that passed the mouth of the hole. He was seized with an awful sense of loneliness when he saw how helpless he was. Thne was no possible way for him to get off the berg. The vessel; no doubt, was gone, as the engines were v,.orking it loose from the ice when he fell. His friends, if they were not al ready killed, were separated from him forever. Exhausted, half frozen half senseless and altogether hopele ss, Ji'hil Marvin was in a po sit ion truly h orrible. To keep himself from freezing, he ran along the ledge till h e came to a place where a s harp angle of i ce jutted out almost to the water's edge. Clinging to this point, he leaned forward and glanced around it. The sight he saw and h orrified him. CHAPTER XVII. The sight that confronted Phil Marvin accounted for the dark object he had seen moving past the mouth of the Before him, and not ten feet away, were Arthur Demore st and two sai lor s of the Albatross. As yet they did not see Phil. They were lying side by side on the ledge of ice, and were just about exhau sted. They, too, had fallen off the deck when the vessei' gave the sudden lurch. How they got here Phil could not tell. Perhaps they had gone through dangers equal to his own. He wondered why they did not s hout to attr;ct the :ittentio n of their companions on the vessel. He did not kmow that they h ad sh outed again and again while he was under the iceberg. They were now as hopele ss as he was, and quite as exhausted. Phil felt a degree of r e lief in seeing Demorest there; it mad:: Miss Craven at least a little safe r. While he was watching them, the three men shou ted sending up their voices togethe r in the h b pe of being heard. Almost the same m o m ent a small boat appeared the corner beyond where they lay Phfl saw it before they did, and imm e diately drew back lils head. He could scarcely refrain from giving vent to a \vild cry of joy. He heard cheers coming from the boat, which were an swered faintly by Demorest and his companions .. His heart now sank within him. The boat bad : come to resclie the others, and he dared not show himself. He listened to the conversation that began even before the boat reached the ledge "Where's the Albatross?" asked Demorest. "On the other. side. We got her off with little damage." It vas Dobson who spoke. He and another sailor manned the yawl. "Come on; give us your hand, Demmy. You must be froze." "I am. Have you any brandy with you?" "Y cs; here, take a nip It'll wartn you." Phil listened to the gurgling sound of the liquor as it passed down th t greedy throats of Demorest and his companions. The lad had ever had a horror of s pirituous liquors, but he would at that 1110111ent have given :ill he ever hoped to possess for one mouthful. If ever man ne eded a stimulant he did as l:Je stood leaning against the ic(\ with his teeth chattering and his limbs be numbed. "Where's the girl?" asked Demorest. "She's aboard, but there's a couple o' the others missi11', among th em young Man-in, besides five of our men drowned." "The girl's safe, you say?" "Yes. She was in the cabin when I left." The news that Margaret Craven was safe aboard the Albatross brought little co1:nfort to Phil Marvin. It simply meant she was still in the power of her ruthless captors. Besides, it was coupled with the inform'\tion that one of her protectors besides himself was mis s ing. That must be either Ben or Ned. Poor Phil endui:ed mental tortures no less excruciating than those as!ailing his body. Risking discoYery, he l oo ked over the projection of ice and saw Demorest and \lis companions enteri11g the boat. He did not know whethe5 to shout or not. If he did it was likely they would kill him or leav e him there to perish; if he did not, his last hope was gone. I-te saw Dobson and the sailor that had accompanied him pick up the oars. The yawl boat began to move. In another moment it would round the corner, and h e would be left alone m the wide ocean, beyond the reach. of humanity. The thought horrified him. He shouted, and at the same lime threw up his hands. The occupants of the yawl were astonished particularly those whQ had been rescued. "Another pick up!" exclaimed Demorest. "Back water, Dobson, quick!" Phil thought from these words that he had been recognized, and was about to be saved. When the yawl came alongside, the surprise of the men broke out afrash. :'Marvin, as I live I" exclaimed Dpbson . "So it is!" echoed Demorest. "When: in thunder did he come from? He wasn't here a minute ago .'.'


0 BRA VE AND BOLD. 29 The five of them stared as if they could not believe the evi dence of their eyesight. "For God's sake, help me I" said Phil. "Take me into the yawl." "Oh, no, you don't," answered Demorest with a scornful laugh. "You'll stay right there, my fine lad, where you'll cease to be a nuisance to the good ship Albatross." "And you-you, Dobson? Will you see me die?" pleaded Phil. "No, not by a blamed sight," was the reply. "Oh, thank you, bless you, Dobson I I knew you could not--" "No, of course I'll not see you die. I'm not such a fool as to stay around here long enough to see you die, you varn1int." This cruel speech and the heartless laugh that followed from the men shocked the tender feelings of Phil Marvin. Turning to Demorest as his last hope, he cried: "Oh, Demorest, think-thlnk; I saved your life--" "When?" "When I aided you to escape from Shirley jail." "Oh, no, my fine boy, that was Craven you helped. You wouldn t have stirred a foot if you had known it was me. It was Margaret Craven's bright eyes that supplied the motive power. Go to her for your reward!" and the heartless villain laughed again. Phil Marvin raised a revolver. The temptation to take Dema rest's life was great. He saw that none of the men had ally other weapon than a knife or dirk. "Do you mean to leave me here to perish?" he asked. "Yes," answered Demorest, crouching d o wn in the boat for protection. "Row on, men-row on." The yawl started. Phil let the drop and s;rnk to h is knee s He could not take a human life under any other circum stances than that of absolute self-defense. Demorest knew this, and dared to sit up in the boat to give a parting stab to the suffering lad "Good-by, Marvin," said he ironically. "The ice'll melt when it floats down to the Gulf Stream. Be a good boy and don't cry. I'll take care o' Maggie Craven. She'll be my bride, and we'll live in Hetherington Castle an' some time when we have leisure we'll put up a monument in memory of you." While Phil Marvin, with head bowed, prayed to Heaven to st r e ngthen him agamst the temptation to take Demorest's life, he heard the oars grate in the rowlocks and the yawl rrtove off. He also heard Demorest say: "Steer farther away from the berg." "Why?" asked Dobson. "It's breaking up. See that big crack to the left there? It's going to s plit, sure." Phil look e d up. He could not see the crack' referred to. His eyes were dimmed with tears he could not suppress. He looked over the project!ng piece of ice again and his heart sank. His last chance was gone. The yawl had disappeared, and he .was left alone. Oh, the iniser:v of his situation. He sat down on the cold ice, and giving M1y to despair, and the awful sense of loneliness cried like a child. Yes, Phil Marvin, strohg and manly as he was, cried out aloud, but his teats were not for himself. He thought of the terrible fate of poor Miss Craven and old Ben and of Sailor Ned, whom he believed drowned He did not submit to his weakness long. It was not in his nature to do so. He leaped to his feet and, drawing out a re volver, fired two shots. The cartridges were waterproof and had not been damaged by immersion. Then he danced uP and down the ledge, and ran about, and waved his arms to re s tore some warmth to his body. He shouted, too, with all his might, but his voice seemed to be beaten back by great wall of ice that surrounded him on three sides. It was now 11eariy as bright as day. The moon had got high in the heavens, and its beams falling on the iceberg made it glisten ancf sparkle like an immense pri sm. It was a bealltiful sight, but poor Phil \Vas not in a mood to enjoy it. All hope had abandoned h .im. Suddenly, while he was straining hi s eyes looking in the di re ct ion in which the yawl had disappeared. he was by a n!JiSe that seemed to come fror11 b e neath His feet. Almost before he could turn his head the broke into a mighty roar, resembling thunder anti the ice cracked it1 the very fissure by which he had descended. He started back in astonishment as he sa"/ before him a yawn ing chasm reaching almost to where he swod. Another roar followed, and the ic eberg split into two pieces. Between these high, 111ass ive walls was an ever-widening channel. Lo! as he looked down thi s cha11nel he caught a glimpse of' the ship Albatross : She was 111ovi1ig, but which way she was heading he could 11ot see. The berg on which he stood veered around in a as to shl1t off his view. A few moments pas

30 BRA VE AND BOLD. But the distance widened; the hull became smaller, and in a few min utes the Albatross \1 as nearly a mile away. Huma n endurance could stand no more. Phil Marvin utt ered an agonizing cry and fell fainting on the ledge of the iceberg. CHAPTER XVIII. Meanwhile Margaret Craven had snffered agony of mind scarcely less than that endured by onr hero. A moment after the vessel gave the lurch, old Ben ran into the cabin. crying: "Miss Craven, Miss Craven, Master Phil's overboard!" The young lady, who was just re gai nin g her feet after the shock, shrieked when she heard the news, and thi s brought Ned Burton, the sailor, to her side. All three were h orrified at the catastro phe. Ned left the s woo n ing lady in Ben's care, and hunying out on deck, look e d over the railing. He saw several dark forms struggling in the water. He called Phil 's name and got no answer. He ru she d across the d ec k for a r ope When he returned to the railing every one of the men had di sap pear ed. The same rfioment the slid off the ice, the engines having been set to work backward. Ned, in his heart, felt that Phil was gone. He did all that could be done under the ci rc u m stances. He scanned the water with his eyes, and stood r eady to le a p overb oard to th e r escue but no Phil appeared. Tlien h e saw Dobson and a sailor man the yawl and start off around a project ing point of the berg to search for Demorest, who had gone overboard with the othe rs. Ned seized the opportunity pre sented to him. He r a n forward and ascended to th e pilot h o use. "Jenkins," h e whispered to the old wh e elsrnan / ''I saved yuur life o nc e." "You did, Ned." "You promi sed to me if the time came." "Ay, lad." "It's now. Follow me and obey!" The o ld man never hesitated. He list e ned to a quickiy-whispered inst nu:ti o n of Ne

BRA VE AND BOLD. 31 Demorest, believing she was now in his power, was in no hurry to disturb her. He was cold and exhausted, and followed Dobson to the main cabin to get a drink of brandy before changing his clothes. As he was putting the glass to his lips he was startled by a terrific roar. "What on earth's that, Dobson?" he asked. Dobson looked out of the cabin door before answering. "It's the iceberg breaking up," he said. "It has split in two." The roar was the same that had star'tled Phil Marvin. Demorest laughed and gulped down his brandy. "Pour us out another, Dobson," he said; "I want to drink to young Marvin's health. I wouldn't care to be in his shoes now." "Serves the duffer right. Good luck to you Demmy." "Good health. I must get on a warm suit, and go and chat to Mademoiselle Craven ." At the moment when the iceberg split in two with such a roar, Ned Burton was endeavoring to keep the small boat as near to it as possible. The Albatross was following them, and going so fast that he thought it better to rest on their oars, and trust to the shadow than to emerge into the moonlight and around the corner. The shock nearly upset the boat. It rocked and shipped water, and would have been jammed to pieces but for Ned's skill. Miss Craven and Ben uttered exclamations of fright, but for tunately they were lost in the mighty noise. There was now great danger of discovery, as the attention of the sailors on the vessel was attracted toward the berg. At the risk cf qeing crushed Ned steered the boat into the channel, formed by the breaking iceberg. An immense high wall was on either side. He and Jenkins kept their oars ready to pull out again if the walls approached too close to gether. In this way the fugitives escaped the observation of those on board the Albat1oss. That vessel passed them by turned the corner of the ice floe, and sailed seaward. When it had gone to a safe distance Ned and Jenkins pulled out of the channel, and started to n;mnd the berg by the way they had come. They wanted to get to the scene of the accident and search for Phil. They did not find him tl'iere, but as they rowed further around, Miss Craven caught sight of a dark object lying on a projecting ledge of the ice. "Look! Look!" she exclaimed. "What's that?" They rowed quickly to the spot and found poor Phil Marvin lying on1the ice face downward; he was uncon3cious Their joy can be imagined when, on taking him into the boat, they found that, though he was half frozen, he was still alive. Ned poured some brandy down his throat, and all set to work to restore warmth td his body. In a quarter of an hour the lad revivetl, and to his astonishment found himself lying snugly in the bottom of the boat, with his head resting on Miss Craven's lap. His first words were a feebly uttere .d: "Tha,,nk God!" The Albatross was still in sight, not more than three or four knots away. Ned and Jenkins took up the oars and set to work to propel their boat as fast as possible in the opposite direction. "There may be some chance o' reachin' the Newfoundland coast or one of the islands sol1th of it if the weather keeps favorable," said Jenkins; "but it 'll take a good long time. We can't do i.t with oars, that's certain." "There's no use hoistin' the sail," said Ned. "The wind's almost dead against us." "We can tack, Ned." "I'd rather not hoist it till the Albatross is out of sight Jen kins. be more easily sighted with a sail. up. You know sooner or later they'll miss Miss Craven, and--" "Oh, what then?" asked Miss Craven, trembling. "\,Vould they pursue us? Would they bother returning?" "Yes, if they were halfway to the Saragossa Sea, miss. They are not the kind of men to let their prey slip easily out of their hands." "Let me take an oar," said Phil, raising himself weakly on his elbow. "The exercise will--" "No-no. Lie down, lad," said Ned "You'll 'get your tum soon enough, an' then you'll need more strength than ,YOlJ've got yet." The boat made but slow progress. It was large and contained too much of a dead weight to be easily wielded by two men. After three-quart ers o f an hour's hard work they seemed but. a short distance from the floating berg, still visible in the moonlight. Their situation was indeed, an extreme)y dangerous one. They were in a lati tude where the :weather cannot be depended upon. Even old dreaded it. They had a craft to be caught with in a storm, and they had but very little provi sions. Water they had none. Ned had had time on l y to snatch a few bottles of wine. Phil Marvin lay dreamily listening to Miss,.Craven and Ben, who sat in the stern of the boat and talked of poor ml)rdered Walter. He was between them and the rowers, snatches of whose con versation he could also catch. "You think so Jenkins?" Ned was asking, though he did not cease to work the oars. "Ay, Ned, I do." "I didn't see them turning." "Nor r, lad, but-hcw far off would yqu say, Ned?" "Not more than ten miles ... Phil moved a littlP nearer the rowers and listened with increased interest. He fancied something was wrong. The men were endeavoring not to let the young lady hear them. Phil was too weak to sit up and look over the stem of ti e beat, but he watched Ned's face while the latter tugged at the oars. He thought he saw on it.


32 BRA VE AND BOLD. "What's the matter, Ned?" he whispered. "Nothing. lad, nothing Lie down and sleep a while. You need rest after bein' so nigh death." Phil closed his eyes and dozed for a few minutes. Presently he was awakened by a jerk of the boat, due to a quickened motion of the oars. "How far would you saw now, Ned?" whispered Jenkins. "Hush! They'll hear you. About seve n miks." There was a tone of anxiety in Ned s voice that did not escape 1 Mrss Craven, though did not catch the words. She leaned forward and listened intently. "The wind's changing a bit, Jenkins." "Ay, Ned. Y.!e'lr have bad weather afore many hours." "Hadn't we better o lt e r our course a little?" "More to the north ?" "Ay, an' see if. that makes them change." _No one spoke as the r o"lers pulled vigorously on their right oars, and then settled down to a long, steady stroke. But Phil Marvin noticed that their eyes continually sought the southeast, and that the lines about N cd's mouth grew firmer and firmer. At last the latter whispered: 1Guess the jig-'s up Jenkins." "Ay, lad, it begins to look like it." "They' ve a full head on, an' there ain't a part of the stern to be seen." "What's the matter?" cried Miss Craven and Ben in one bre ath. Ned's only answer was to point to the southeast. Miss Craven turned in her seat and, after looking a moment in the direction indicated, uttered a shriek. Phil aroused himself, and with an effort sat up. Though he was horrified by what he saw, he wos scarcely surprised. The Albatross was scarcely six miles behind them, and was rapidly bearing down upon them But they saw something else there that made their hearts leap to their throats. It was the stately white form of a UnitedStates man-of-war. "Hurrah!" cried Ned, as he caught sight of the battleship, which had been hitherto hidden from th e ir view by a bank of fog. "It is the Massachusetts. We a r e saved! She patrols thes e banks at this time o' year looking for dangerous shoals and rocks." The boat was quickly put about and headed in the direction of the war ship, so as to meet her as she came on. Meanwhile thC1se ori the Albatross had evidently seen all they wanted of the battleship and decided that their safest plan was to give up the chase and get out of the vicinity as quickly as possible. Her bowsprit swung around until she was stern-on to the bat tleshi p, and then, under a full head of steam, the yacht sped away toward the southeastern horizon. The Massachusetts, however, paid no attention to the yacht, but plowed grandly on through the water, coming on under a good head of steam with "a bone in her teeth,H to use a seaman's expression. Half an hour later the party were aboard the war ship and Phil h,ad told their story. ( They received the kindest and most courteous treatment. Phil was lionized as a hero and Miss Craven was the recipient of a great deal of respectful attention from the handsome young officers on board, who appreciated to the full her beauty, heroism and intelligence. The Albatross was stilJ visible in the horizon and after a long, stern chase the Massachusetts overtook her, placed all on board in irons, and took thP yacht itself in tow for New York. The yacht was seized by the Federal Government, as it had been engaged in the smuggling business on several occasions. The crew, after a severe examination ?Y the Federal authori ties in New York, were set free It did not fan so well, however, with their leaders. Arthur Demorest was hanged for the murder of Walter Cra,vcn. Dobson, on an old charge, was imprisoned for life. One year later, Phil Marvin, having sold all the property left him by his uncle, who had died during his absence, went to Eng land to visit an old friend. When he reached his destination he was astonished to find that his friend, Margaret Craven, who had left for England some time before, resided in ar. old baronial castle that had descended to her through a Jong line of ancestors reaching back to the days of .. feudalism. Whether trip was a business or not we have not been informed, but we know he married Lady Margaret Craven Hetherington shortly after he arrived in England, and that he settled down with a snug rent roll of some thirteen thousand pound s a year. Ben Hobb lived with them, and Ned Burton got a position that might well be call e d a sinecure. He holds it yet, and says he has done nothing but talk over old times with Ben and count his salary. There is no Phil Marvin to-day; but if you go to Somerset shire, England, you .vill easily find a tall, robust, quiet-mannered m a n whom the people love to call "Good Sir Philip Craven Heth erington, Bart." You will most likely find him in the company of his charming wife. If you look closely in his face you will discern the lineaments of the youth that battled with death under the iceberg. You will recognize the jail-breaker Shirley. THE END. Next week's issue. No. 29, wilJ contain Robert Brendon, Bell boy; or, Under the Hypnotic Spell," the strange story of a poor bellboy, who, through his cleverness and daring, became the tary of a beautiful European baroness. The attempts of a gang of vilJains to control the baroness through hypnotic influence and the boy's gallant fight against their tremendobs power, are things you can't afford to miss.


. A NEW IDEA! A NEW WEEKLY! C/3RA VE AND BOL'D Street & Smith' s New Weekly is a big Departure 'ram anything ever Published Be,ore. EACH NUMBER C ONTAINS .A THE STORIES .ARE C O MPLETE STORY .AND OF EVER Y K I ND. That means all description s of :first -cla s s stori e s. For every stor y published in BRA V E A N D BOLD will be :first-cl a ss in the best sense-written by a w ell-kno w n boys' author, full of rattli n g incid ent and lively ad venture, and b rimming with i n tere s t from cove r t o cover. No matter what kind of a bo y you are no matter w h a t your tastes are no matter w h a t kind of a story y ou prefer __ you will hail BRAVE AND BoLD w i t h d e light as soon a s y ou s ee it. It is the kind o f a weekly yo u have been wishing for Variety is the spice of life, and Brave and Bold is well seasoned with it. STORIES OF ADVENTURE. STORIES OF MYSTERY. STORIES OF RATION IN UN KNOWN LANDS. STORIES OF LIFE-JN GREAT CITIES. STORIES OF WO N DERFUL INVENTIONS. No. 1.-0ne Boy in a Thousand ; or, Yankee t o the Back bone. By Fred Thorpe. No. 2 .-Amo n g the Malays ; or, The Mystery of the Haunted Isle. By Cornelius Shea. No. 3.-The Diamond Tattoo; o r Dick H a rdy's Fight for a Fortnne. B y M Boyin g t o n. No. 4.-The Boy Ballooni sts; o r A m o n g Weird Polar People. By Frank Sheridan. No. 5. -The Spotted Six; or, The Mystery of Calvert Hatha way. By Fred Thor pe No. 6.-Tlie Winged Demon; o r, The Gold King of the Yukon. By W. C Patten. No. 7 -Stolen-A School-ho u se; or, Sport and Strife a t Still Rive r. By E. A. Young 1 No. 8.-Th e Sea-Wan d erer; or, The Cruise of the Submarine Boat. By Cornelius S hea. No. 9. -The Dark Secret ; or, Sam Short, the Bo y S towaway. By Launce Poyntz. No. 10.-The Kin g of the Air; or, Lost in the Sargasso Sea. By Howard Hoski ns. N o 1'1.-Tho> Young Silver H unters; or, The Lost City of the Andes. By Corne! us Shea. No. 12. A Rem[\ yage; or, The Fortunes of Wandering Jack. By C Hale. No. 13 .-The K1 _-stery; or, The Strange Adven-tures of Les1ie Nor at S heridan. No. 14.-The Di Legacy; or, The Queen of An Unknown Race. B y l us Shea No. 15 .-Bert B r ee 1way; or. The Boy Who Joined a Circus. By Bert Tallyho. No. 16.-Dick Hazel, Explorer ; or, Lost in the African Jungle. By Cornelius Shea. No. 17 .-The Electric Traveler; or, Undergroundto_ the Pole. By the author of Dick H a zel. No. 18.-The Moonshiner 3 of the Ozarks; or, The Boy Who Worked for Uncle Sam. B y Thomas P Montfort. No. 19 .-Under Sealed O r ders ; or, Lost in the Wilds. o f Yucatan. By Cornelius SJ:i.ea. No. 20. T h e Mysterious Box; or, The Hidden Valley of Pirate Islan d. -. B y the author of "Among the Malays." No. 21.-Among the Utes; o r The Marvel o u s Adventures of T wo Young Hunte rs. By Maj o r Herbert C lyde. No. 22.-Lost in the Isl e of Wonder s ; o r The. Mysteries o f the Echoing Cave. By Captai n B asil Benedict. No. 23.-,-The .Lost Lode; o r The Boy Partner s of Diamond Bar. By Corneliu' s S hea. No. 24.-The Bicycle Boy s of Bl u eville ; or, Joe Masterson's Unknown Enemies. By the autho r of Bic ycle and Gun No. 25.-Submarine Mart; o r The Wonderful Cruise o f the Fire-Fly. By the author o f "Second-S i ght Sam'." No. 26. -Jockey Sam ; or, Riding fo r Fortune. By E A. Young. No. 27.-Frank Warren, Alchemist ; or, The D iamond Makers. By Weldon J. Co bb. No. 28.-The J a il-Breaker of Shirley; or, The Boy Who Dared a n d Won By M att Roy al. No. 29.--Robert B rendan Be ll-Boy; or, Under the Hyp notic Spell. By John De Morgan. Co1 ies of the and Bold W" l1l y may be purchased for Five Cents from all Newsdealers o r from & S 1l/ITH, 238 William Street, New York.


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