The Liberty Boys' gun division, or, The Yankee boy of Bedford


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The Liberty Boys' gun division, or, The Yankee boy of Bedford
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THE LIBERTY FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 168 WEST UD 8TBEET, NEW 'l'OR&, No. 1048 NEW YORK, .JANUARY 28, 1921. Price 'l Cents Tho gun W..f,8 overturned before it could be fired. Dick was determined to get one last shot before the tedcoats came up. He and the boys set to work righting it, while Bob .ftood ready with a burning torch.

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The Liberty Boys of '76 lHued Weekly-Subscription price, $3.50 per year; Canada, $t.OO; Foreign, $4.llO. Frank Tousey Publi;her f68 West 23d Street, New York, N. Y. Entered as Second-Class .Matter .January 31, 1913, at the Post-' Office at New York, N. Y., under the Act of March 3, 18i9. No. 1048 NEW YORK, JANUARY 28, 1921. P1ice 7 Cents. The Liberty Boys' Gun Division Or, THE YANKEE BOY OF BEDFORD By HARRY MOORE CHAPTER I.-A Boy Who Had the Use of His Fists. "Here, consarn you, stop bothering those young women, you pesky rascal." "Suppose I don't, you white-headed clown, what'll you do?" "I'll thump you, consam your skin, that's what I'll do." "You?" with a coarse laugh. "Yes, me, consarn your ugly hide." "You better go back on the farm and breed hogs, that's all you're good for." "Well, I have handled hogs, and I can handle you, big as you are." "I'll throw you in the river if you give me any sauce. Come on, boys, the gals are rebels, and we can do as we please." Two very pretty young girls were coming up the ferry steps from the river in the village of Brooklyn. A big, hulking boy had started annoy-. ing them, calling them rebels and blocking their way. At this time the British threatened Long Island, and it was thought that they might land troops at any time. Their ships were at Staten Island, and the Long Island shore being so ex tensive, it was difficult to protect it at all points. There were Conti nental troops in Brooklyn, along Gowanus Cre ek, and elsewhere, and these were keeping a watch upon the shore. But to return to the two girls at the ferry steps. The big boy had just b e:ran annoying them when a smaller, but well-b u i t boy, came up and protested. The big boy loo k ed at the smaller one and laughed. He n ever dou bted, from his point of view, that he cou ld thrash the smaller boy with ease. He was a bully . and a coward, and delighted to torment those younger than himself. His companions, who hung back a little, were the same sort as himself. The y were evidently waiting for him to do something before taking part. As he had boasted that he would do as he pleased, he must either take the initiative at once, or be lau"'hed at by his cronies. He sprang forward, and attempted to snatch a little reticule from the hand of one of the girls. He met with two surprises at the same moment. The girl, herself, struck him a ringing blow on the cheek which left the trace of her fingers, and made him dance. At the same moment the sturd y fair-haired boy gave him a blow on the jaw with his closed fist that staggered him. Then the boy sprang in front of the girls, put himself in a position of defense, and said: "Now, then, come on, consarn you! I said I'd thump you, and so I will." The bully was greatly surprised, and a good deal cowed. "Come on, boys, let's lick the countryman," he said. The other bullies hesitated. They had seen the blow their leader had received, and were not anxious to get any like it. "Come on, we can lick the white-headed clown," the bully shouted. Then they all ran in, expecting to overcome the plucky young defender of the girls by mere force of numbers. There was a surprise awaiting them, however. First the fair-haired boy struck the bully a tremendous blow between the eyes, which knocked him down. Then two handsome, wellbuilt boys, older than the other, suddenly leaped forward. They pushed right in among the crowd , of bullies, seized them by collars or arms or wherever they could secure a hold, and began tossing them left and right with scant ceremony. One fell on his nose, bringing it in violent contact with the cobbles, causing it to bleed copi ously. Another collided suddenly with the pump and, losing his balance, fell into the horse trough. Some went on all fours, some on their backs, and others on their faces. The two boys, who wore the Continental uniform of blue and buff, handled them in no gentle fashion. They speedily realized that they had more than one boy to deal with, and slunk away like a lot of whipped curs. "Thank you, my biend," said one of the new comers, extending his hand. "You have done us both a real service." He was a handsome, well-built boy, with brown hair, gray-blue eyes, and a look of great determination. He wore the uniform of a captain and had the air of one who was born to command. His companion wore the uniform of a first lieutenant. He had the look of an impulsive boy of strong emotions and sterling qualities. "You're very welcome," said the country boy, taking the hand extended to him. "These skunks were insulting the young ladies, and I just would not stand it, consarn 'em." "Let us thank you also," said one of the girls. "You certainly did us a great service." "Yes, indeed you did," added the other heartily,

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2 THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION "But I guess you can hit some yourself, miss," said the boy to the girl who had just spoken. "Do you think so?" with a pleasant smile and a blush. "! should say you could. Why, you left the marks of all your fingers on that fellow's cheek." "How was that, Alice?" asked the young captain, smiling. "Why, the leading bull y attempted to snatch my reticule, and. I slapped his face. Then our friend here struck him and, I think, left more of a mark than I did." "I saw you knock the fellow down," observed the young lieutenant. "You have good command of your fists, and know how to make your blows tell." "Dad always told me that if I had to fight, I might as well do it right. He didn't want me to fight unless I had to, and then to do my best." "I think you hnve done it this time," declared the young captain, with a laugh, "and I thank you very much." "You're quite welcome, I am sure," simply. "I am Dick Slater, captain of the Liberty Boys; this is Bob Estabrook, first lieutenant. The girls are our sisters, Edith Slater and Alice Estabrook." "I'm just a Yankee boy, Josh Daggett, from Stonington," said the boy, tipping his hat. "I'm Jiving in Bedford village now, and I came down to see what I could find out about the redcoats." "Are you going b ac k s hortly?" a sked Dick. "Yes I've got a horse up the road a bit." "So have we. We are in camp over near Bedford ourselves." "Yes I've seen your camp, but I didn't count on meeting you yet a while." "Come over and see us. We are going to take the girls to the house of a friend, and shall then go to the camp." "Shouldn't wonder if I did," said Josh, and, raising his hat to the girls, he walked away, turned down a side street and disappeared. . A man now came up from the ferry a horse harnessed to a chaise, an
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THE LIBERTY BOYS ' GUN DIVISI O N 8 ation, and then I think they will take a more active part." "They ought not to need arousing," declared Bob emphatically. "Look at General Putnam, a man nearly sixty years old, leaving his plow and going to fight." "Putnam had been a soldier before, Bob. " "Yes, but there were many who had not been who were just as ready." "Very true, but some men are arous ed quicker than others." "This thing did not come on suddenly, Dick. It was being agitated before we were in our teens. They have had time enough to think." "Your arguments are very convincing, Bob," laughed Dick, "and I shall not attempt to controvert them." "I agree with you that many men who should be .patriots have not aroused themselves," added Bob, "but it is wrong." "Then let us hope that they will awaken to the right before long." They rode two or three miles and then stopped to rest the chaise horse, having ridden up hill the gieater part of the way. They stopped at a pleasant inn, left the hors es at the hitching bar, and went in. The landlady, a buxom, ro sy che eked woman of forty, welcomed them cor dially and ushered them into the parlor. Some gave them black looks, however, and Dick d i d not fail to notice it. There were many Tories on Lonir Island, and these were ready to give the British information, and to put ob s tacles in the way of the patriots at all times. "Some of these fellows will make mischief if they can, Dick ," said Bob, as they reached the parlor. "Yes, I noticecl the black look s of more tha n one," returned Dick. "Can I serve you with anything, young gentlemen?" asked the landlady. "The young ladies mav fancy some cakes and wine." "No wine, " saifreshments." "And we will have some light and air, as well," added Bob, going to the window and raising the blind s . He saw two or three men looking at Major, Dick's black Arabian, and at his own bay. Major '\vould not a"ow strangers to .approach too clo se ly, and Bob's bay was much the same. "Those fellows are up to some mischief or other," murmured Bob. At that moment Josh Daggett approached. "What are you doing with those horses?" he asked. "Only looking at them," returned one. "There's no harm in that, is there? Those are fine beasts." "Yes," and the Yankee boy remained in the saddle, the'l'nen walking away. "It's all right, Dick," said Bob. "Josh Dag gett i s out there and will keep watch." "I am not so afraid of their troubiing Major or your bay," said Dkk, "as I am of their injur ing the chaise or harnes s." "Or of running off with the horse," continued :Bob, "but Josh is there, and it is all right." The landlady presently returned with a pot of hot tea and some cakes, and the boys and girls sat by the window to enjoy them. The girls were to stop at a hous e in Bedford, some little distance from the camp o f the Liberty B o ys, and the boys would take them there first. They were sitting at the window talking pleasantly, when 211 of a sudden Bob said: "Hello, the Yankee boy is in trouble." CHAPTER III.-In Camp . There was some sort of disturbance outside, and Dick and Bob hurried out to see what it was. There were several men around Josh, talking loudly and gesticulating wildly. It was evident that they were. endeavoring to take his attention off of the horse and chaise, and from the two saddle horses as well. In fact when the bovs reached theepot they saw two men about to u'nharness the chaise "Wbat are you doing?" asked Dick sharply. "Let that hors e alone." "It's been stole, and I'm going to take it home. I know the owner." "Nothing of the sort. The horse and chaise belong to me." "This here rebel boy stole his horse, and I guess he's stole the horse and shay, too," growled another. "He did not steal the horse and chaise, and I don't believe he stole his own horse, either." "If you men try to make trouble, you may get into some yourself," declared Bob impetuously. The men fell back, evidently satisfied that the two sturdy young patriots would stand no non sense. "Well," growled one, "maybe the boy didn't steal the horse and sbay, if you say there're yours, but we donno where you got 'em." Bob stepped forward suddenly, and the man fell back s o quickly that he tripped on the edge of the horse trough and went into it. "If any of you men want to repeat this slur, you'll get another bath," sputtered Bob. The Tory, for such he was, floundered out of the water trough and took himself off. It was August, and he was not likely to suffer any great discomfort fr6m his involuntary bath. The others, fearing from Bob's attitude that he might throw them in, quickly got out of the way. "I suspect that you stole all the horses," growled one. "Rebels are none too good to do it." "You had best be careful how you talk about 'rebels,' my man," retorted Bob. "There are other folk beside sneaking Tories in Brooklyn." Then he stepped forward and the fellow took to his beels. "Go and get the girls, Bob, and settle the score," said Dick. "We will leave here at once." In a few moments the girls came out and got into the chaise. ,, "I did not steal this horse," said Josh Daggett. "We never supposed you did, my boy,'' said Dick , smiling. "That was merely a ruse on the part of these Tories." "Colonel Hand let me have him. I g o around

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' THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION getting information of the enemy in the time I am not working." "You are a spy, then?" "Yes, when I get time. I work whenever I can get it. You see, I've got to take care of my mother and sister, and so I've got to be busy." "Well, come into the camp when you get time." "I guess I will, Captain." Then the boy rode away in one direction, while Dick, Bob and the girls went in another. "We won't get him in the Liberty Boys if he has to look after his mother, Dick," remarked Bob. "No, it would not be right to deprive her of his support." ".But he's doing what he can by acting as a spy." "Yes, and I have no doubt he is a good one. He acts like it." The boys went with the girls to the hou se of their friends, and after a short stay set out for the camp of the Libert:'y Boys . This was outside Bedford, and the boys would have to go through a pass to reach it. They were near this pass when they met Daggett. He accompanied them to the camp . A they rode into camp, a number of the boys came forward to meet them. Among these was a handsome boy, younger than Dick and Bob, in the uniform of a second lieutenant. This was Mark Morrison, one of the bravest of the bo ys, thoroughly trusted by Dick, and universally liked. With him were Ben Spurlock, Sam Sanderson, Harry Judson, Will Freeman, and others, all lively boys and good soldiers. "This is Josh Daggett, boys," said Dick. "He is a Yankee boy, and lives in Bedford. He is a patriot spy, so give him all the help you can." The boys all received Josh cordially, and he was presently on the best of terms with all of them. "I'm going off toward the shore to see if there i s any new move on the part of the enemy, Bob ," Dick said, after a little. Then, jumping upoYI M ajor's back, he set off toward the boy to reconnoiter. CHAPTER IV.-In a Perilous Position. Setting out at a smart pace, Dick made his wav through the outlying hamlets to the neighborhood of Gravesend bay. Here h e found Colo nel Edward Hand and his riflemen po s ted, keeping a watch upon the shore. Dick was well acquainted with Colonel Hand, having served with him in various places. "There's a boy i-n your emp lo y, one Josh Daggett, w hom I met this morning, colonel,'' said Dick. "He is a very clever boy, he is," Hand answered. "I thought so myself." "You can trust him thoroughly, Captain, and any information that he may give you will be re liable." "Yes, I believe that. He is a plucky boy, and l s not afraid to fight against odds." Dick then briefly how he had become acqiiainted with the Yankee boy, Colonel Hand be ing greatly interested. There had been no sign of activity in the British fleet at Staten Island, and Dick concluded to go on and see if he could learn anything elsewhere. He could work along the shore of Gravesend bay toward the Gowanus creek region, cross over and make his way along the river front toward Brooklyn. From the Gowanus region Dick could make his way with littl e trouble to R ed Hook Point, where there was a battery. From there was an excellent view of the bay, of Governor's and Staten islands, and of the lower end of New' York island. He was rid ing along at not too rapid a pace, as the road was bad, when he heard a suspicious sound at one side. The sound that Dick heard was the cocking of a pistol or of a musket. As the sound struck Dick's ears, he drew his own pistol and dashed ahead. A bullet whizzed by him, and then three or four men sprang out in front of him. He whee led qui ckly so as to retrace hi s steps, whep. three or four more men leaped out of the bushes, some from either side. He was quickly surrounded and dragged out of the saddle. He struck Major a slap on the flank , and said: "Get back to camp!" The intelligent animal dashed off at a gallop, upsetting two or three men who endeavored to hold him. They hurrie d Dick into the w oods on the south, having already taken his pistols from him. The path was not wide enough for more than three. Two went ahead with Dick between them, the rest follo wing by two or threes. A step to one side or the other, off the path, \vould have taken one into soft ground. At places this amounted to a positive danger, and the m e n were careful. At the end of two or three hundred yards the men came out into an opening where there was a small, roughly built cabin. The creek was in sight from this, and there was swamp ground a ll around. The ground on which the house stood appeared to be hard, and was a bit higher than the surrounding tract. It might not be any better at a time of high tides, and it was certain that the cellar was wet at all times. The two men holding Dick took him into the house, two or three more following. "Well, you rebel," said one, as they placed Dick on a bench in a corner, "we've got you." Dick made no reply. "You don't think we're going to let you go, do you?" the man snarled. "No, you may not," carelessly. "No nor any one else. Yo u was trying to find out about the troops, wasn't you?" "It won't do him any good if he knows now," laug h ed another. "The sh ips are coming over to Gravesend bay, if yo u would like to know. " "And then troops will be landed, and you reb els will be driven o ff'n Long Island." Then the man who had said the most raised a trap in t11e floor. "Get down there,'' he said to Dick. The young captain was pushed forward to the trap, all made to de scend a short flight of wood en steps. The steps suddenly ended after three or four, and Dick dropped upon the ground in a

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THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION 5 foul-smelling cellar, the steps too high for him to reach. CHAPTER V.-Josh Daggett to the Rescue. At the farther end of the cellar there was a door with a large grating in the upper half. Dick approached it to examine it carefully. It -was bolted to the wall, and was not intende d to open. Outside was an arm of the creek extending quite to the door. On either side was a high mud bank crowned with coarse grass. One look at these showed Dick what he might expect. They were higher than the floor of the house, and the high-water mark was above his head. The cellar floor was damp and slimy, and twice a day the place was full of water. The tide not only poured in at the grating, but probably below, as well. "If I can't get out myself, some of the boys will rescue me," he said. "There is fully an hour and a half to flood tide." "Major's return without me will tell them that something is wrong," Dick said to himself, "and they will come this way." He went back to the grating and watched the tide rising higher and higher till it reached the bottom of the door and began making its way in. He stepped back and listened for any sound overhead. He heard none, and decided that the men had gone away. "They will probably come back later," he said. "They will want to taunt me with my helplessness. They are just the sort to do that." He counted on how long it would take Major to reach the camp, and then how long it would require for the boys to get back. "If Major leads them straight here, they should get back before the tide is full," he said. Major did not have to go all the way back to the camp. He was not more than a mile away from the hou s e in the swamp when Josh Daggett came across him. The Yankee boy knew him at once. 'Ile was mounted himse lf, and was coming the same way Dick had come. "Whoa, Major!" he said. The intelligent creature knew him and stopped. "The captain is in trouble," the boy said. "I must find him." He took Major's bridle, the horse making no objection, and went on. No stranger could have done this. Major seemed to recognize Josh as a friend of Dick's, however, and submitted. Josh went on at a good speed, Major trotting alongside, till he reached the woods. "This is an ugly place," he muttered. "I shall have to be careful." He rode on some little distance, not so fast as before. Then he heard loud and boisterous voices. "I'll have to look out," he muttered. Jumping down, he led both horses into the woods till he was completely hidden. Leaving the horses, he crept back to the road. Four or five rough-looking men were coming along. "We'll leave the rebel there till the tide is nearly up, and then go back and look at him." "He'll be willineto irive anything to get out of that." "Yes; but Dick Slater is too big a prize to let go." "Not if he offered us money enough." perhaps not." The men went on, and the Yankee boy was in a fever of exciteme nt. "What have they done with him?" he asked himself. Hearing the men's voices grow fainter, he led the horses back to the road. Then he jumped upon his own horse and rode on. All of a sud den, when right in the woods and at the lowest point in the road, Major stopped short. "Hello, this must be the place," said Josh. He jumped down and, looking about him, s a w the evidences of a struggle in the road. The n he found the path leading toward the cree k. He followed it, leaving the horses a few paces from the road. Hurrying on, he came in sight of a rough-looking house , and the creek, and saw that the tide was rising. The water was not far from one end of the house now. . "Gan they have left him here?" he asked him self. Then he ran forward, and reached the door of the house. "The water will be all about he1e before long," he said. "I wouldn't live in such a consarned place as this for anything." He tried the door and found it unlocked. He opened the door, but found no one inside. "Hello, Captain, where are you?" "Hello!" sounded from somewhere under his feet. "Is that you, Josh Daggett?" "Yes. Where are y.ou?" "Down here. Raise the trap." The Yankee boy found the trap and opened it. "Hello, what sort of a horrible place is this, anyhow?" "It's a cellar that the tide fills twice a day." "H'm! and those consarned Tories put you down here?" "Yes." "Well, we mus t try and get you out." "Now that you've got the trap open we could wait till the water reached the steps.': "But they may be back before that. I heard them say they would." "Then we can' t wait. Have you got a horse?" "Yes-and yours ." "Bring them here, and I'll be out in a short time." CHAPTER VI.-A Plucky Escape. The Yankee boy ran out of the house and call ed to his horse. It presently appeared, Major with him. Then Josh called out: "Here they are, Captain." "Take the bridles and bring them here," called Dick. Josh soon brought the bridles. "Can you make them fast to anything?" "Yes, to a post.'' "All right; do it.'' Josh buckled the bridles together, made one end fast and lowered the other. Then, with Dick's help, and his own exertions, he hauled the young captain up to the step. After that Dick got out himself. They found Dick's pistols on a benca

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6 THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION in the house, and Dick appropriated them. The horses were quickly bridled again, and Dick and Josh set out for the road. All at once they heard voices. "Here they come," said Dick. "Here, take two of my pistols. I have two more in the holsters." He quickly gave Josh two pistols and went on. They were now on the path in the woods. All of a sudden some of the Tories appeared. Seeing Dick, they set up a shout. "Get out of the way," he answered, dashing on. Then he fired two 9uick shots. Josh fired two more, and followed Dick at a gallop. The Tories quickly fled, but one or two in their haste fell out of the path and began floundering in the swamp. The others made no attempt to assist them, but fled in great haste. Reaching the • hurried toward the bridge at the Yellow mill with all haste. "We'll go that way, too," said Dick. "It's about *3 far one way as another, now." The Tories, seeing Dick and Josh coming after them, ran all the faster, and scattered in different directions. Dick did not go to Red Hook, but, getting a good view of Staten Island and seeing no apparent change in the position of the fleet, struck into a lane, which carried him out beyond Brooklyn to the Bedford road. It was nearly sunset by this time, and he had spent a most exciting day. "Will you drop in at the camp this evening, or shall we see you in the morning?" he asked Josh. " I could go there now. There is no sign of any move on the part-of the ships." "I wish you would, and i;ell Lieutenant Estabrook that I am all right." "Very well. Your boots and breeches are wet. Are you comfortable?" "I might be more so, but I will stop at the house in Bedford and see the young ladies, if you will go on." "Very well, Captain," and Josh went ahead, leaving Dick at the house. He changed his wet shoes and breeches for others, retaining his uniform coat, however. Alice and Edith were anxious to know how he had come to be in such a state, but Dick, not wishing to excite them, merely said: "I have been down in the neighborhood of Gowanus creek, and got wetter than I expected to." The girls were satisfied, and asked no more questions, and presently, at about dark, Bob arrived. "Hello, Dick, you're half soldier and half citi zen,'' Bob laughed. "How did that happen?" "Oh, a little accident, that is all,'' replied Dick, g-iving Bob a look which the young lieutenant readily understood. "You look funny enough," he said, "but I suppo s e if you don't mind that, it is all right." "I hear that the enemy may come over to-night, Bob,'' Dick returned, "but I don ' t know if it be il'ue or not." "Where did you hear that, Dick?" Bob asked, every one being interested. "From some Tories, but I did not see any evi tlence of intended move on the part of the ahips." "They are bound to cross over before long, Dick. It is inevitable." "Yes, I think it i s myself. We can' t prevent it. The shores of Long Island are too extensive." "And once they get upon Lon g Island?" "I am afraid they will cross over to New York." "It does not look very promising, does it, Dick?" "No, but we must do the best we can, and not be discouraged." "I won't, you may be sure," answered Bob heartily. "We have entered upon this war, and we must not give it up till we succeed in establishing our independence." "V.1e will not give it up," returned Dick grave ly. The boys did not remain late at the house, but promis ed to come the next day, if nothing prevented. Reaching the camp, they rode in, being cordially greeted by a number of the boys. T i1e fires burned low, the various sounds ceased, and at length all was dark and still in camp. The night passed without any alarm, and in the morning eve1ything was as it had been the night before. The enemy had made no move as yet, and matters we1e in the same state of suspense. It was the calm before the stoTm. CHAPTER VIL-An Odd Character. Shortly after breakfast Dick and Bob set out on their horses to see the girls. They were traveling along at good s peed, and were within a quarter o f a mile of the house when they saw s ome commotion ahead of them. "Hello, the girls are i n that fracas, whatever it is," Bob exclaimed suddenly. "Then we shall have to see what it is,'' replied Dick, and they both galloped on. Springing from their horses in front of a crowd composed mostly of overgrown boys, they thrust these rudely aside. Alice and Edith were standing in front of an old man whom the boys had been abusing, apparently. "You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, to annoy a poor old man!" Alice cried, brandioshing her riding whip. Her horse was at the side of the road, a short distance away. "He's nothing but an old rebel,'' growled a big hulking boy, whom Dick recognized as having seen at the ferry steps the clay before. "So am I a rebel," he said, pushing forward. "Perhaps you would like to abuse me?" "Or me," added Bob. "We saw you yesterday, engaged in just about the same sort of courage ous business." "We was only fooling, anyhow,'' the boy snarled, getting out of the way. He evidently recognized the two Liberty Boys, and knew what he might expect if he persisted in his outrageous conduct. "You were not fooling at all," declared Alice impetuously. "You were hurting this old man, and he half blind and feeble. You are a coward and a sneak, and it takes a girl to teach you man ners." "Well, if she can't, I will," Bob put in, with a laugh, but Bill Quimby, the hulking boy, de cided not to let him try it. He quickly made off, as did the greater part of

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THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISI O N 7 the crowd, and then Josh Daggett .came up. H e raised his hat to the !!"irls as he dismounted, and then said to the old man: ''Good morning, Mr. Worthing. Has any one been annoying you? You had good friends, at any rate." "Yes, I did," the old man said. "It was the old story, my boy, the young insulting the old. They called me a rebel, and threw me clown, and I am not very steady on my feet." "It was a shame," said Alice. "One of the ruffians tried to steal some money out of the poor old man's pocket, but I stopped him. " "I warrant you did, sis," laughed Bob. "The young ladies were very goo _ d to me," added the old man. "I can't see very well, but I know that they are pretty as well as good." "That's true enough," said Bob. "Can you find your way home alone now, Mr. Worthing?" asked Josh. "I guess the consarned pests will let you alone now, but I'll go home with you if you like . " "No, thank you, my boy," said the old man, tapping on the walk with his stick. "I shall get on very well now. Thank you all, very much." Then he went on, and Dick said to Josh: "You know the old gentleman, then?" "Yes, CaptaiTl," Josh answered. "What is he?" "He was a clockmaker, but he is nearly blind now, and cannot work as he did. He cuts out little figures from wood, toys and things like that, and sells them." "Has he any family?" "He has :i. granddaughter, a plaguey nice girl, too, and ;f she had been with the old man those con sarnecl wouldn't have bothered him. " "Why not?" asked Bob, with a laugh . "Because she would have fought 'em. She i sn't afraid of nothing. I wish she wasn't quite so wild, thoup;h, because-H'm! here she comes now." As the boy spoke, a girl of his own age came suddenly flying down the road, riding a pony barebac k , and with just a rope for a bridle. See ing the boy, she suddenly stopped and slid to the ground. She wore a short cotton dress, boys' shoes and blue woolen hose, and was bareheaded, her short, rather reddish hair flying about her head unrestrained by comb or band. "Hello, Josh," she said. "Seen grandpap?" "Yes, Gyp, and I wish you'd been here." "What for?" "Some of those Tory bullies were bothering him. " . "Which ones ? " "Noah Diggles, Abe Hincks, a cousin of Sam Quimby's from Brooklyn, and some others." "I'll give 'em a thumping when I see 'em, Josh. " "The captain and lieutenant did that, and the young ladies stopped them, too , before we came up." "Thank you. Maybe I'll be able to do something for you, some time." "You are very welcome," replied Alice, while Edith smiled. "But, Gyp, you oughtn't to be s o wild," said Josh. "You go around lookmg like a gypsy . " "Well, thaj;'s my name,. isn't it?" with a laugh. "You call me Gyp yourself." "Because I don't know any other name to call you by," the Yankee boy answered. "I guess you have got one, but--" "That's good enough, Josh," with a laugh. "Good-by; much obliged. I'll see you this after noon." Then the girl vaulted upon the pony's back and dashed off, quickly disappearing. "She is a strange creature," observed Alice . "What is her name?" asked Edith. "Well, every one calls her Gyp, but that can't be her name. She won't tell me what it is, though." "Does she say that is her name?" Alice asked. "No; she just says it will do, that's all, and you can't get anything else out of her." "She is Mr. Worthing's grandchild?" "Yes, and she's amazin' fond of him; but even he can't get her to give up her wild ways. " "Does she do anything? " "Oh, yes . She works in the garden, chops wood, scrubs, hunts, a n d goes all about; but she's as wild as a consarned hawk, and you can't g e t her to be anything else. " "Oh, that is just her natural lively nature," laughed A l ice. "She is young yet, and does not feel her responsibiliti e s ." "I guess not, but thos e consarned Tory bullies talk about her, and tease her, and say she's a gypsy, and a foundling, and make her wilder yet, for she always gives them a thumping." "She look s as if she might." chuckl ed Bob . "She can . ShP can wrestle and figh t like a boy, and run and climb trees and jump fences, and carry on like all possess ed, and I wish she wouldn't." "Why?" asked Alice, giving the boy a sly look. "Well, becaus e I like her, that's why, and I wish she'd be nwre like a girl. My sister has talked to her, but it doesn't make any difference." "Do you talk to her yourself?" "Yes, and she'll do more for me than any one, 'cept her grandfather, but that i s n ' t saying much." "Oh, she'll get over her wild ways some time, Josh." "Well, I wi sh she would now, for folks talk about her, and I don't like it. " "Well, be patient," and then Dick and Bob went on with the girls, and Jos h jumped on his pony and rode off. "She's a singular creature, " observed Bob. "There may be a reason for it," replied Dick. "Her mother may have been of an emotional nature, and she has inherited it without the power to control it, a s yet. " The girls had b ee n on the way to the camp, and the boys were now returning with them. On the edge of the village they suddenly saw the girl Gyp again. She was ii: the middle of a group. o f four or fiv e boys, all b igger than herse lf, dealmg blows right and left, and receiving n one in return. The bovs were so me of those whom Dick had see n annoying Mr. Worthing, and she was evidently doing as J a s h had said she wo u ld when she next met them. At the sight of Dick and Bob the boys fled. Gyp toss ed her hair back from her forehead, leaped upon her pony, rode close up t o Dick, and said i n a low tone: "The rcdcoatS< ai:e coming over t o-night."

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8 THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION "How do you know, my girl?" Dick asked. "Never you mind, but just you watch Graves-end Bay, that's all." . Then the girl dashed off before D1ck could question her further. CHAPTER VIII.-Mysteries. "What did the girl say, Dick?" asked Bob, as they rode on. "That the ships would come over from Staten Island to-night." "How does she know?" "I can't tell. She said for m& to watch Gravesend Bay." The boys reached the camp and were heartily welcomed, the girls being very popular with the Liberty Bo ys . "The girl may know something," said Dick, "but then those Tories said that the ships would come over last night, and they did not." "She may have heard them talking about it, just as you did," suggested Bob . "Yes, but how would they know? They sim pl y wanted it, and so they sai d it was going to happen, that's my belief." "It was certainly that way last night, Bob , " was Dick's reply. "And why should this queer, half-gypsy hoy den know any more than any one else?" "I don't know that she does, Bob," with a shrug. "Of course not." "Still, there ;may be something in it, and I think it is just as well to let Hand know about it." "Certainly. Straws show which way the wind blows, and this may be one." The girls remained an hour or so in camp, and then set off upon their return, Dick and Bob going the other way, in the direction of Gravesend. They were riding on at a lively gait wh en they saw three or four rough-looking men approachi ng. The men were on foot, and stepped to one s ide of the road to let the boys pass. As they went by, Dick recognized two of the men as among those at the house in the swamp the night before. "Look out for yourselves, my man," he said sharply, "that you don't get into t ro uble." The men hurried on, and went down a shaded lane close by. "Who were those men, Dick?" asked Bob. "Two of the ruffians of last night." "I suppose they thought you would not know them?" "Yes, but I never forget a face or a voice, Bob." "I know you don't, but they do not." "They will know it now." "Are they up to any mischief, do you sup pose?" "Very likely. They are the sort who are al-ways plotting evil." "Well, it's not lik ely that the y will bother us, for we keep a watch on such." Upon arriving at Colonel Hand's quarters, Dick reported what he had heard, adding: "I give you this for what it is worth, Colonel. I know nothing of the girl, nor upo n what authority the statement is made." "I can' t alter our position, Captain Slater," replied the other, "for we are on the watch, as it is, and if the British choose to come over, we cannot prevent them." "Exactly, although we may make them trou ble." Colonel Hand promised to send Dick's information to headquarters, that the commander-in-chief might act upon it, and the boys then set off on the return. They rode through Flatbush village, and were pushing on at an easy gai t along the road where it was bordered on both sides by trees, when Dick suddenly halted. "What is it?" asked Bob, in a low tone. Dick answered by dismounting and leading lVIa. jor behind a clump of bushes, which completely concealed him. Bob followed without a question. "I am always suspici ous of men who talk about running off with people,'' said Dick. "Who has been ? " asked Bob, in surprise. "Somebody on the road. That was all I caught." , In a moment they heard footsteps and voices and crept to the side of the road. "It will be hard to get hold of her, she is s o wild," said one of two men. "We must, if we want to get the money. Tell h e r the redcoats have landed and get her to go and learn more about them." "And then catch her?" "Yes. Get some of the boys at it." "H'm! she can thrash them all, every one ot 'em." Then the men went on, Dick having recognized them as two of those they had recently met. ."That was Gyp they were talking about," said Dick, when the men were out of hearing. "I suppose it was; but what do they want to make a prisoner of her for?" "I'm sure I don't know. I had an idea there was some mystery about her." "Yes; Josh gave me that impression." "These men may know something about her." "They expect to make money out of her somehow." "Yes, and that is more of the mystery," added " Dick. "We must warn her, as well as Josh. " "They kno:v what she can do," laughed Bob. "They are evidently afraid of her fists." Reaching camp, the boys found that Josh Daggett had just come in. "Tell Gyp t o be careful," Dick said to him. "There is a plot to abduct her." "What for?" "I don't know. Tell her to keep away from Gowanus creek." Dick did not leave the camp until well along in the afternoon. Then he mounted Major and set off for Bedford village. Here he met a boy on a pony, whose reddish-brown head and general air reminded him at once of Gyp. In fact, sh e saw at a glance that it was the wild creature herself. The pony, with its rope bridle and no saddle, was the same, as was the dashy, reckless air of the rider. "Hello, Gyp. I want to speak to you," Dick said. "I ain't Gyp. I'm Bill Todd, " the gi;rl laughed. "Remember what I said."

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THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION • Then she dllrted off down a side road, and was quickly out of sight. "She is a strange creature," said Dick. "How ever, she is safer in boys' clothes, as these men will not recognize her." Riding on at a moderate pace, he presently saw old Mr. Worthing coming along, tapping the walk with his stick as he came on. He jumped down, approached the old gentleman, and said: "Good-day, Mr. Worthing." "Ah, good-day, Captain,'' pleasantly. "Glad to see you. That is, I don' t see you very well, but I know you. Pleased to meet you, sir. " "You are very fond of your wild grandchild, aren't you?" Dick asked. "Yes. She is all I have. She will not be so wild when she is older. Her mother was just like that." "Would it profit any one if the girl were to die suddenly, sir?" "I never talk upon family matters before strangers," said the old gentleman, going on. "Very well," said Dick, "but watch the girl, for she is threatened." CHAPTER IX.-Startling News. Mr. Worthing went on in the slow, laborious fashion peculiar to him, and Dick jumped into the saddle and proceeded. "He is as strange as she is," he murmured. "His manner was cordiality itself until I spoke of this matter, and then he became as cold as ice itself." He went on his way, rode into Brooklyn, saw General Sullivan, who was acting in place of General Greene, on account of the latter's illness, and then went back. The Liberty Boys had been ordered to come into Bedford, and Dick was on his way to tell them of the change. He saw Mr. Worthing in the doorway of a modest little house settmg back from the road, but said nothing to him. "That is where he lives," he thought. "Well, that may be worth knowing." The Liberty Boys moved their camp into Bedford after dark. Dick and Bob spent the evening with Alice and Edith, and set out for the camp at a reasonably late hour. They were on foot, and were walking along at a brisk pace, when Dick suddenly put out his arm and stopped Bob. Then he stepped behind a great tree at the edge of the walk. Bob was at his side in a moment. "What is it, Dick?" he whispered. "I hear nothing." "Some one in front of the old man's house. Come forward." Dick stole noiselessly to the next tree, keeping in the shadow. Bob followed, listening. Then Dick went on to the next tree and the next, gliding like a phantom from one to the other. There were two men in front of the little old house. Dick was within ten feet of them, behind a tree. Bob was not far distant, behind another tree. So noiselessly had Dick glided forward that the men had no knowledge of his presence. "You've got the bar?" one of the men asked. "Yes." "There.is no lig-ht in the ulace 1" ,,. "No." "You hear no one stirring?" "No" "Do. you know which room the giri occupies?" "No; but the house is a small one, and we can-not have much of a search." "Suppose we see the old man first?" "Kill him!" savagely. "Good!" The two men, whom Dick quickly recognized by their voice s , crept toward the house, keeping in the shadow of the trees. Dick could not see them distinctly, but he knew that they were trying to force a window so as to effect an entrance. He did not mean to disturb them until they got in, when he and Bob would run up and seize them. All of a sudden, however, a clock began to strike, very loud and shrill, inside the house. "Confound it, that will wake everybody up!" snarled one. The clock continued to strike, and then an upper window was heard to open. Then a sh ower of water descended, and a girl's voice said: "Clear out, or you'll worse than that." Early the next mornmg there was great excitement in Brooklyn, and all over that part of Long Island, in fact. The British had sent over a number of ships during the night from Staten Island and had landed a considerable force of troops, British and Hessians, at Gravesend. "Well, our wild, half gypsy girl was right, it seems, Dick," said Bob. "Yes, but it may have been a coincidence." "Very true, for how would she know about it?" "I don't know, and I can hardly think yet, that sh did." lfhey say that gypsies can tell of future events and she may be a gypsy herself." "I never saw a gypsy yet who could really foretell the future, Bob. It is generally either shrewd guessing <>r actual knowledge possessed by them, and not by others." "Very true, but at any rate, it is either a strange coincidence or else the girl knew." "And I am not prepared to say which it was, Bob." "If the British are here, we must send the girls back to New York and up to Westchester at once . " "Yes, and there will be plenty of work for the Liberty Boys." CHAPTER X.-Gyp to the Rescue. With the landing of British and Hessians on Long Island, affairs assumed a serious aspect. General Washington came down from his quarters up the state and took an active part. As General Greene was still seriously ill, General Israel Putnam, the veteran Indian fighter, and practical soldier, took command on Long Island. More troops were sent over to Brooklyn, and the patriots prepared to make as vigorous a defense as they could. Colonel Hand held the enemy in check for a considerable time at Gravesend, and Lord Stirling was posted on Gowanus creek. At many of the passes !'!lading to Brooklyn batteries were stationed, and large bodies of troops rush .ed to those points. The passes from Flatbus h to Bedford, where the Liberty Boys had been, as

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10 THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION well as others, were guarded, some more strongly than others. The Liberty Boys remained at Bedford but, greatly to Dick's gratification, a two-gun battery was put up to strengthen their position. Dick Slater was a practised gunner, and many of the Liberty Boys were able assistants. "We must have a gun division," said Dick, "for there will be plenty to do." "If Putnam did not expect it, he would not have sent us this battery," declared Bob. "No, and we must show that we know how to use it." The gun division, commanded by Dick, comprised Bob Estabrook, Ben Spurlock, Sam San derson, Harry Judson, Will Freeman, and a score or more brave fellow s be s ides, all of whom were thoroughly trustworthy . The Liberty Boys' gun division would probab ly do effective work wh e n the time came, and Dick had great hopes of it. As soon as the guns were in position , and the various boys in the divi s ion appointed to their various posts, Dick and Bob set off to see the girls. On the way the y met the Yankee boy of Bedford. "Some of those ruffian s over in the swamp tried to run off with Gyp last night," said Dick. "Gyp said that some con sarned robbers tried to break in, and that the clock went off and she poured water on 'em," replier! Josh. "She thought they had come to rob the house?" asked Dick. "Yes." "That may have b e en a secondary thought, but their main idea was to carry off Gyp herself." "What for?" asked Jos h s impl y . "I don't know. For m one y, they s aid." • "Mr. Worthing h a s no money. He just man-ages to live, that's all." "There is some mystery about the bus iness, Josh, and you had better find out what it is. Perhaps Gyp herself will tell you." "Maybe, but she's s o c o n sarned wild that there's no tellin' what she'll do." "See if she know s , Josh. These men said there was money in abducting her." "I don ' t see where it is, then. The old gentleman hasn't any to pay for her ransom, and I'm sure I haven't." "Has he any rich relations, or did he have?" "None that I ever heard of, and Gyp won't talk, a s you know." "Perhaps your sister or mine can get her to say something." "Maybe, if you could catch her long enough, but she's as quick as a humming bird, and about as reliable." "Well , at any rate, they won't try to take her from t h e house again, and she must be watched to see that they don't take her elsewhere." The boys then went on, Josh promising to look in at the camp after a time. As the boys rode on, they caught sight of the girls riding toward them at a little distance. All of a sudden some one discharged a musket in the street. Edith's horse shied, and then bolted, the losing control of him. Suddenly, as Dick Lurried forward to stop the animal, he saw Gyp, dressed in boy's clothes, dart out. The strange creature seized the bridle and had nearly brought the frightened animal to a standstill when Dick came up. , "Thank you, Gyp, " he said. "I don't know what might have happened but for your timely inter ference." "I thank you, too, my girl," said Edith. "It all happened so sud
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THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION 11 to abduct you to get money. You may know why, but, if you do not, be advised and don't run into 11.eedless peril." "I ain't afraid o' nothin'," the girl answered. "I believe it, but you must be careful. Why do you go dressed like a boy?" "Easier to get about," shortly. "Where did you learn about the ships?" "Over at Gowanus creek." "Thought so. Don't go there. The very men who want to carry you off live over there." • "But there are soldiers there now," retorted Gyp. "Not in the swamp, where you went." "How do you know that?" "Because I have been there mys elf, and heard those evil fellows talking over the same matters you heard. Those are the very men who want to abduct y ou." "H'm! they saw me and drove me off. W11y didn't they catch me then ? " "Because they didn't recognize you. Don't go there, and look out for Bill Quimby and those 'l'ory bullies." "H'm! I can thrash any of 'em!" defiantly. "Yes , but not all at once, s o be careful." "All right," said Gyp, and then, as they reached t h e hou s e she suddenly shot away and was out of sigh t in a few moments. CHAPTER XL-Threatening Dangers. "I could get very little out of the girl," said Dick, as they went on. "Her name is more than Gyp, I know, but what it is I don't know." "Perhaps she will tell me," suggested Edith. "I don't know, but I have warned her, and she may tell her grandfather." Dick then explained the matter briefly and related how he had heard the men talking of carrying Gyp off , and of their b ei n g frightened away by the old man's ingenious device . "There is some mystery here," l1e concluded, "and the grandfather may tell her t o be more cau tious." "But will sh e be?" laughed B o b. "She i s very headstrong, and evidently accustomed to having her own way." "Yes, I know that, but she has a good deal of sense, with all her wildness, and she may heed the caution." "Perhaps," sai d Bob, with a shrug. There had been firing in the morning, and in the afternoon Dick and Bob went through Flatbush t o reconnoiter. The enemy had not advanced as far as Flatbush, but it was likely that they would, being already a t Flatlands village. The next day they advanced, encamped in Flat bush, and tried to carry the pas s into Bedford. This was well defended, however, and after a sharp skirmish, the British and Hessians retired to Flatbush. Washington himself crossed over to B r ooklyn the next day to r econnoiter an
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12 THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION "She would not tell me, if she does. In fact, she said s he wasn't worth running away with." "She may not know. Do you suppose that she has money, and that her grandfather keeps her in ignorance of it, to ward off fortune hunters?" "I don't know. They live plainer than we do." "What is Mr. Worthing's reputation, as far as money goes?" "Folks thinks he is poor." "They don't call him a miser, then?" "No; they say it's too bad he is poor, as well a s nearly blind." They rode past the path leading to the house in the swamp, but saw no sign of the Tories. The tide was high now, and it was not likely that the men would care to remain in the house. "That house will fall down some time , " observ ed Josh, "and it'll be a consarned good thing if it does." "Quite right," sputtered Bob, "and if the men went with it no one would care very much." "No, they wouldn't." Som e di stance beyond the woods they passed a farm hou se on a hill. There was a man near the hou se hoeing, and Dick asked: "Have you seen a red-haired boy go by here within a short time?" "On a pony? Yes, I did. He said he was go ing to look for the redcoats, and I told him to look out that he didn't get ketched." "I think he would. Have tho se evil fellows down in the swamp been seen lately?" "By the creek, you mean?" "Yes." "No, I haven't seen 'em. BiJ.l Quimby and Pike Donald and them fellows '1! get hung one o' these days." "I should not be surprised," shortly. "The place is a den of thieves and murderers." "That's what it is, an' if it wasn't for fear o' the mill getting on fire, I shouldn't wonder if the place'd go this autumn, when the grass is good an' dry." "It may go before that, if the people get rous ed." "Shouldn't wonder if it did,'' with a shrug. "It'll depend on the wind." The boys now went on at a gallop, but saw nothing of Gyp. "You don't suppose them consarned skunks in the swamp have got her, do you?" asked Josh uneasily: "No; for the farmer said they had not been seen of late." "No, that's so." They were nearing a turn in the road when all of a sudden Dick halted. "There is some one coming," he said quickly. Gyp came in sight, fairly flying on her pony. " Get out of here as quick as yo u can!" she cried. "There's a hundred Dutchmen and Brit. ishers coming on to beat all." The clatte r of hoof s was heard, and in a moment a large force of Hessians was seen. CHAPTER XII.-The Cloud Brea ks. The boys sent Gyp ahead, and then followed, bick k eepin.i;:: in the rear so as to urge the oth-ers forward. The Hessians came on with a rush, expecting to catch the gallant young captain. They did not know him, but they recognized his uniform, and were anxious to capture him. Dick suddenly saw a large swarm of bees passing across a field. "There will be trouble for those Hessians in a few minutes," he laughed. "The two will just about come together." There was no danger of his riding through the swarm, and after a Tittle he halted and looked back. Then he saw a sudden commotion among the troop, and in a moment more the greatest confu sio n. The Hessians scattered right and left, the greater part wheeling and riding back. "Saved by a swarm of bees," Dick laughed, as he rode on. The bees went on, and probably some sharpeyed farmer saw and secured them, but the Hessians did not continue their forward march. Bob and Josh had halted at a little distance, waiting for Dick to come up. "Did you drive off the Hessians?" asked Bob. "I see they have gone." "No, I did not, but a lot of bees did,'' laughed Dick. "Bees ? " greatly puzzled. "Yes," and Dick told what he had seen, Bob and Josh being greatly amused. They rode on rapidly, for Gyp was out of sight and they felt apprehensive about her. They caught sigiht of the girl at length. A number of evil-looking men had just sprung out upon her from some trees at the side of the road. "Come on, boys!" shouted Dick, dashing ahead. Major would soon take him to the scene, and he gave a shout as he flew on. Gyp was struggling bravely, and Dick suddenly heard a shot and saw one of the men stagger to the side of the road. Watching his chance, he fired himself in a few moments, and wounded another of the ruffians. The rest, seeing him coming, now t ook to the woods, the wounded men hurrying after them. "You should not have gone off alone, Gyp," said Dick. "These very men have been trying to catch you for some time." "Well, they didn't!" laughed the queer girl, "and I gave one of them a sore head." "You did bravely, my girl, but suppose we had not been about?" "I don't know that I'd have been here myself," with a laugh. They waited for the others -to come up, and then they all rode on together. "Vl e do not mind your going about dressed as a boy, Gyp," said Dick, as they went on, "so much as we do your running into danger." "Spying on the enemy is always dangerous, Captain," the girl answered. "To be sure, but you should not have ventured near the creek when you knew that that evil crowd was there, and perhaps waiting for you." "I didn't see anything of them when I went by first." "No; but they must have seen you, for they attacked you on your return." "They didn't catch me, if they did," laughed Gyp, "and I gave one of them a sore head." Dick said no more, and at length he and Bob rode off in one direction, while Josh and Gyp

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• .. THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION 13 went in another. During the day another ad vance was made from Flatbush, but it was check ed by Hand. The night passed without event, but at dayibreak the sound of firing in different quarters aroused every one. Grant was ing Lord Stirling at Gowanus Cove, De Reisen and his Hessians were assailing the pass at Flatbush and the British ships were cannonading the at Red Hook. For. a. time the went on furiously, Lord Stirlmg, General Sulli van Hand and others defending the works vig Dick Slater was ready with his gun division and his troop in case the Flatbush pass was carried. On a sudden, however, Josh and Gyp came dashing into the camp.; ,, "Clinton has secured the Jamaica pass, Josh shouted, "and is coming on with all his force, consarn him." CHAPTER XIII.-The Battle. The Yankee boy had spoken the truth. Sir Henry Clinton had left tht". before with a large force, compnsmg light mfantry,' grenadiers, artillery, light dragoons, and heavy ordnance. Guided by a Long Island Tory, they traversed the byroads and swamps across country to the Jamaica road. Two hours before daybreak they halted within half a mile of the pass through the Bedford hills, and prepared for an attack. Capturing an American patrol, they learned to their surprise that the pass was unoc cupied. Owing to some neglect, there were no troops stationed at this pass, and Clinton at once secured it. He n ext secured the heights and then halted within thre e miles of Bedford to give his troops an opportunity to take a res t and some refreshment. The other attacks had been intended to take off attention from Clinton, and were not to be conducted in earnest until the sound of Clinton'scannon gave notice that he had gained the American left. Upon receiving the startling information which the Yankee boy had brought, Dick gave instant orders to sound the call to arms. In a moment the gallant boys were aroused and ready to meet phe enemy. Gyp rode on to spread the alarm, and now the sound of firing was heard as Clinton advanced. Josh remained with the Liberty Boys to do what he could to check the enemy's advance. This might not be much, but Dick cleteimin e d to make as brave a fight as possible. The bo y s of the gun division at once took their positions. "We've got our work cut out for us, boys,'' said Dick, "and we must do it." The determined looks on the faces of the boys showed that they would. The main body of the L iberty Boys , led by Mark Morrison, advanced to do what they could to check the enemy. Mark was a plucky fellow, and a universal favorite. There was not a boy in all the troop who was not proud t o be led by him. Mounted on hi. s big and waving his sword, he was a boy to mspire cou rage in all who followed him. "Ye have Oirish blood in ye, begorrah, me boy," muttered Patsy, "an' it's proud Oi am to folly ye!" The boys r a i sed a and a shout, and followed on, ready to do their best. Meeting the enemy's advance guard, the gallant lads wasted no time in ceremony. "Fire!" cried Mark, in shrill tones. A tremendous volley echoed the command of the undaunted young second lieutenant. Crash roar! The lines s eeme d fairly to blaze as the muskets rang out sharply. Many a gap was seen in the ranks of the enemy after this volley. Then the boys used their pistols, discharging them rapidly and with great precisi on. The enemy pressed on, however, and the daring boys were obliged to fall back. Dick Slater and the Liberty Boys' gun divisio n got to work. Boom! Bangcrack-crack! Cannon roared, muskets rattled and banged and pistols cracked incessantly. The British had not expected to be met with artillery so soon, and they halted temporarily. The gun division leaped to their work and the cannon were loaded and fired. Massed behind the guns, the rest of the boys stood ready to receive the enemy with a rousing volley. The enemy brought forward some of their own guns and began cannonading the little battery. One of the guns was discharged with good effect, and was then hit by a shot, which disabled it. The enemy were pouring in a lively fire, and the plucky boys would soon have to retreat before vastly superior numbers. Some of the boys were wounded, one or t w o severely. Bullets flew about them like hail, and cannon balls screamed overhead. Dick was about to fire the second gun when a cry of alarm went up from the boys nearest the captain. A shot fired by the enem y was coming straight toward him. Dick sprang aside, and none too soo n, for in another moment the shot struck, carrying away part of the gun carriage. The gun was overturned before it could be fired. Dick was determined to get one last shot before the redcoats came up. He and the boys se t to work righting it, while Bob s tood ready with the burning torch. Ben got a fence rail to prop it up, while Sam and Will tugged at the good wheel. Ben, hurt but undaunte d, w o rked away vigorously with his fence rail. Dick directed him where to place it, and the d is abled gun slowly rose to an upright po s i t ion. The redcoats were advancing, colors flying, drums beating and bugles blowing. "Up with it, Ben!" cried Dick. Ben sprang to aid Bob on one side , and Sam and Will on the othe r. B o b stood ready to fire the gun as soon as it was in a level pos ition. On came the enemy, but the boys worked resolutely. The gun was raised enou g h for B o b to g e t a fair aim with it. T he n he clap p e d on hi s torc h. T here was a puff of white s moke, and t hen a tongue of flame. Boom! The boys h a d succe e d ed in firing the gun before being driven back b y t h e en emy. The shot w a s fired with good effect, and the boys gave vent to a ringing sho u t. Then they fell b a c k, but not before th ey had the gun they had just fired. On came the enemy i n grea t force , and the b o y s w e r e obliged to retreat. Clinton's guns had b een the signal for Grant, De Heister and all the le aders to continue the ass a ult in dead earnes t. All around the battle was w aged with the utmos t v irn, but the patriots could not now hope to preva'l a g a in s t Howe, Clinton, Co r n w allis, Grant and m any others, all trained s o ld iers.

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THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION CHAPI'ER XIV.-The Day After. The enemy did not storm the works that day, but encamped within a mile of them. The next day they were preparing to advance, but were driven back by a P.elting rain. Early in the morning General Mifflin arrived with a part of. the troops that had been stationed at Fort Washi ngton. They were posted at the left extremity of the intrenchments toward the Wallabout. The Liberty Boys were now stationed near Red Hook, ready to take up a position at any point to which they might be sent. During the forenoon, while . it was still raining, the Yankee boy came over to see Dick. "Well, we los t the battle, and it's a consarned shame," Josh said. "Yes, it is too bad, but they have not carried the works yet," replied Dick. "No; but as soon as there is any kind of weather they will try to, consarn 'em!" muttered the boy. "You have been watching?" asked Dick. "Yes." "You were not suspected?" "Yes, I was," with a shrug; "but I got away, all right." "They pursued you?" "No, they fired on me, but I guess the rain had wet their powder and the muskets didn't go off quick enough." "You were fortunate." "Yes, I guess I was." "Is Gyp all right?" "I suppose so, she's off somewhere, spying en the enemy, I guess." "You ought to watch her, Josh." "H'm!" with a grunt. "Try an' watch a yellow Jacket. You can't watch her. She's all ways at once." "Where did she go?" "Don't know," shortly. "Is it safe to leave her grandfather alone in the house, with the enemy all about?" "Yes; he's got his clocks," dryly. "His clocks?" "Yes; and I guess it wouldn't be safe for any redcoats to try and set 'em off. Some of 'em aets off guns." "Isn't it dangerous for the girl to go in and DU't, with such inventions about?" anxiously. "No; she knows how and she always gives a signal, wild as she is." "Then she has some bard sense, after all, as I Uiought?" "Oh, ye s, she's got that, but you don't know w:hen she's going to use it, other times. She rue ssed about that pass being left unguarded." "She did?" "Yes, and made me go out with her to have a look at it." "Did you suspect it was not protected?" "No, and I didn't know very much about it, it was so consarned far out." "Do you want to go and look for the girl?" "Yes, but I reckon it won't do much l!ortly. "And spy on the enemy ? . " "Yes, I guess I do." "Wait a few minutes till I put on a disguise and I will go with you." "All right." Dick was ready in a short time, as he had promised. When he next appeared, Jos h hardly recognized him, sharp as he was to see through d is guises. Dick did not take Major, as the noble animal was too well known to the enemy. He took an ordinary horse, and he and Josh looked like two farmer boys out on an errand. They stopped at a tavern. outside the wo r ks, the one where Dick and Bob had had their adventure. They could see redcoats at the windows and thought they might hear something. They put their horses under a shed and went into the main room. Here there were seven or eight British soldiers sitting at a iound table, eating, drinking and smoking long-stemmed clay pipes. Their muskets were stacked in a corner and Dick noticed that Josh gave them a peculiar look as he passed. The bo ys took a seat at a table in a corner, and Dick 0 1 der ed some buttermilk and bread and chee se. Josh was about to drink when he got up, muttering: "I'd like to be sure that them hors es are all right." Then, still holding his mug in his hand, he walked toward a window, looking out upon the rear. On his way he stopped to drink appar ently pausing in front of the stacked :nuskets. He was not there more than a moment, as it seemed. He walked to the window, looked out, muttered, and came back the way he had gone. When he sat down, he put his mug on the table and Dick saw that it was ernpty. ' "They're all right," said Josh, with a peculiar look at Dick. won't go off, I guess." Dick understood at once. Josh had poured but into the barrels of the stacked mu.;kets. No, I guess they won't, neither," drawled Dick. "It's kind o' dangerous, leavin' 'em like that." "Yes, so it is, but they're all right now." T . hen Josh went on eating his bread and cheese, as if nothing unusual had happened. If there were any alarn:i, or the boys were detected, the redcoats would have little use of their muskets. A ma!!presently came in, whom Dick recognized as Quimby, one of the men at the house in the swamp near the creek. Josh bent his head over his plate, hiding his face. Dick was not recog nized as Quimby looked about him. "Any one inquiring for me?" he a s ked th& 'barman. "No, not yet, Bill." "Master Quimby, if you please. I am a person of importance these days, sirrah !" "Do they ticket you thus when they put in tha stocks, for drunkenness? Master William for sooth!" ' "And why not? You S'hall see gentlemen o:f rank begging to have speech with me, if you have • patience, Master Ned Barman." "Call me no master, Bill,'' reto11ted the other "Have you a mind to pay the olc! score? If not it's little to eat or to drink you'll get "You wlll see me with money to spend, dressed fn gold laces and fine linen ere long, Ned, so have a care how you treat me." "'.l'here W"l!re men lost in,..the swamp yesterda7,

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THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION 15 they tell me. Perchance you cut their pockets. By no other way would you be in funds, Bill." Those in hearing laughed boisterously, and Quimby's face grew black at the jest, which con tained more truth than he cared to have get abroad. He sauntered over to a window, Dick watching him closely. "What evil bargain is the fellow about to enter into now?" he asked himself. In a few minutes a newcomer entered. He was richly dressed, but had a swaggering air, which bespoke a character far below his raiment. He glanced scornfully at Quimby, made a motion of his thumb toward one of the curtained recesses at one side, and walked over to it. Quimby fol lowed, all servility, and Dick smiled at the change in hi s manner. "A bottle of wine for one and a pot of home brewed for this fellow, and let us not be disturbed,'' said the stranger. Then he entered the curtained stall, Quimby following. . "One is as big a scoundrel as the other," whispered Dick to Josh. "They're a pair of consarned rascals, both of 'em,'' said the Yankee boy, below his breath. "And up to mischief, and I am going to know what it is." CHAPTER XV.-An Unfortunate Interruption. Jus t what the business was that Quimby and the stranger were upon, Dick, of course, did not know. He h ad an idea that it had something to do with Gy p, however. This was more by intuiti on than by g ue ssi ng. He knew that Quimby had design s a gains t the girl's safety, and the e was something in the air of the swaggering stranger that made him think that he was on the same errand. The man had a n evil look and seemed equal to any ras cally plots that might sugge s t them s elves. The landlord served them and then the curtains were drawn and a low hum of voices could be heard. Dick arose carelessly and crossed the room, as if to go out. Then he slipped into the stall next to the one now occu pied by the two men. "You can't get into the house,'' he heard the stranger say. "The old rascal has spring guns and all sorts of contrivances . " "H'm! i s that it?" said the other. "Yes. He is a great inventor." "Huh! That's what made the clock go off when I tried to get in, is it?" "Yes , but never mind that. You must secure the girl at any cost. Watch her when she leaves this house and follow her." "Then the plot does concern her, as I thought," murmured D i ck. There was a sound a s of drinking, and then the Tory said: "What s hall we do with her when we get hold of her?" "Get her over to New York and notify me. Take her to the house at Coenties Slip and send word to Harrison." "I'll have to get others to help, and that will take money. They'll want their pay in advance." "Very good, and when I have her secure in my possession I'll pay you the balance." "Two hundred pound s." "Yes, but I must have her first." "But the money for immediate needs--" "This will do, I fancy,'' and Dick heard the clink of a purse falling on the table. "Would old Worthing pay more not to have the girl carried off?" asked Quimby. Before the stranger could answer, there was some commotion in the taproom. Dick looked out and saw that one of the Tory boys with whom he had trouble had entered. He had set upon Josh, who now promptly knocked him down. He set up a howl, and the Tory went out. "What are you doing here, Sam ? " he asked. "You come home; there ain't nothing to eat an' mom's sick. You're all the time spendin' your money in taverns." "Clear out; this is no place for you. Hello!" He had caught sight of Josh, which caused him to utter an exclamation of astonishment. "\Vhat are you doing here, you rebel?" he asked. "I've as much right in a public place as your self," returned the boy . "You're a spy! Arres t the young villain!" The redcoats sprang to their feet and seized their muskets. "Stop where you are, boy!" one cried, "or we'll shoot!" "Shoot ahead, consarn you!" cried Josh. Then he hurled a mug at Quimby and started for the door, seeing Dick slipping out. The red coats drew trigger, as they had threatened. There were flashes in the pan and nothing else. Before they could draw their pistols the two boys were outside. They quickly secured their horses and rode away as the redcoats came rushing out. The soldiers fired a few pistol S'hots at them, but with out effect. They rode on and at length were safe, no outcry having been raised. "Those two villains were talking about Gyp," said Dick. "The other wanted Quimby to carry her off." "What for?" "There is some plot, but I could not learn just what it was." "If that consarned Tory had not come in and seen me, you might." "Yes, but we must always expect such accidents." "What' ll I tell Gyp?" "To keep out of the way. She ought to stay in the house while there is so much going on." "She won't; she will want to know all about it." . "But she must. These villains may be seeking her life." "Well, I'll tell her, but she's such a consarned wildcat, she may not heed it." "She must, Josh. If I could see her, I would impress it on her mind." • "Well, you mig>ht Captain, because she minds what you say, but if I told her anything, it would go in at one ear and out at the other." "There she is now," laughed Dick. "You can try it." They saw the girl on her pony coming toward them at that moment. She wore her own clothes. "Where are you going, Gyp?" the Yankee boy asked.

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16 THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION "Hello, Joshi Hello, Captain! It's kind o' ever, a s the mob was almost upon him and an risky for you to be out, isn't it?" investigation was sure to follow. He was already "Not as much for me as for you, Gyp," Dick well known to the enemy and his description had answered. been posted in many public places, a reward be"How so?" incredulously. "I ain't the captain ing offered for his apprehension. There might of a lot of soldiers." be s ome one who would recogniz e him, therefore, "No; but there are those who seek your life and it was not safe to court an inquiry. and you should be more careful." "Come, Josh!" he hissed. "\Ve have no time "H'm! Nobody would bother to hurt me. I'm to lose." nothing but a g.irl. If I was a boy, now--" One of the crowd attempted to seize his bridle "There is a plot on foot now to capture and rein and was promptly knocked down by a blow take you over .to New York. After that, I don't under the jaw . Both boys then set off at a gal-know what they intend." lop. "What do they want to do that for?" Gyp ask"We had better separate, Josh," said Dick. "I ed, opening her eyes. will see you again before long." "To get money." They quickly set off in difi'erent directions. "H'm! You told me that before. I don't be-Dick, dashing down a lane, came upon Gyp. lleve it." "1'he redcoats are after me," he said, and then "I heard two men talking it over, not half an rode on. hour ago." There were two turnings close by, and Dick "Oh, I don't mean that, I mean they couldn't dashed into one of them. In a moment some of get any money from me. Grandpap hasn't any;" the redcoats came flying up. "Somebody else has offered it, and they don't "I say, girl, did you see a boy in brown home-consider him at all." spun come this way just now?" one asked. "Who were they?" asked Gyp, paying more at"Yes, I saw him." tent.ion than fonnerly. "Which way did he go?" "One was Quimby; the other a well-dressed "I won't tell you," said Gyp defiantly. stranger, with no better character than the man "You won't?" and the soldier put a pistol to he talked with." the girl's head. "Now which way did he go?" "What's his name?" "This way," said Gyp, answering correctly. "I did not catch it. They talked of you, and "Ha, ha, good girl; then we'll go the other," this man offered the other two hundred pounds if and they did. he captured you." "Well, I didn't tell them any lies," laughed "Well, he won't! I know Quimby and I'll shoot Gyp, "and if they don't believe me, it's no fault him if he touches met" fiercely. "I've got a pis-of mine." tol and I know how to use it. I'm not afraid to, Dick did not know this at the time, of course, either." but he presently became aware that the enemy "No, I know that, but don't go where these evil Wi"tl no longer following him, and rode at a men are liable to get hold of you." slower pace. Then he took a detour and made "All right, but I know all of Quimby's bad set, his way around, so as to come out near the house and I'll be on the watch." where Mr. Worthing lived. "There is a great deal of excitement now, and "If I can see him," he thought, "I can warn they might take you in a crowd and no one pay him concerning this plot, if he will listen." anx, attention." It was not raining when he reached the house 'Well, I'll look out, but I've got to find out and he saw the old gentleman on the walk in something about the enemy," and tihe strange girl front of it. rode away in the soft ' drizzle and was quickly out "Good day, Mr. Worhliing," he said pleasantly. of sight. "Ah, good, day, Captain. That was an unfor" Well, she listened, Josh," said Dick, with a tunate affair of yesterday, was it not?" smile. "Yes, indeed, and I fear we may be obliged to "Yes, but I'm consarned if I know how long she give up the island to the enemy." will think of it," returned the Yankee boy. "She "Yes, that will be bad. Still, I am not afraid, said she'd be careful, but I don't know if she will as I am well protected." or not." "So I understand; but your granddaughter runs They rode on till within a short distance of the a great risk which I wish to speak of." enemy's lines. Presently a company of "irregu-"Oh, she will come out all right. Her mother lars" came out, mostly Tories and camp followers. was the same sort of wild creature, but she so Dick and Josh rode to one side to let them pass, bered and was a very estimable woman." wihen all of a sudden a cry went up: "Are there any cousins who would profit if"Hellol That's Dick Slater! Stop him!" no, don't interrupt. I know of a plot against the • girl." "Why should there be one?" uneasily. "For the sake of money. Do you know a CHA.Pl'ER XVI.-More o f the Plot Discovered. showy-looking man with an evil air who would benefit if the girl were out of the way?" There were some redcoats following the irreg"I never talk of my private affairs before--" ulars and they heard the shout raised against "Yes, I understand; but this is important. You Dick. They spurred forward in an instant, and need tell me nothing, but I overheard part of a l)ick had to retreat. This was unfortunate, as the plot to abduct your granddaughter and take her very fact of his falling back would throw suspi to New York." tion uuon him. There was no alternative, how"It will fail," muttered Mr. Worthing.

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THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION 17 "I did n o t hear it all, bu t y ou had bes t be careful o f G yp and not let her be out o' night or in dangerous places . " "These p e ople think I a m rich, but it is all non sense ; I am not,'' r e turne d the other. -"Well, t hey are plotting, jus t the same, and you had bes t be careful." Di ck saw that the old man was averse to talking o f t h e matter and s o he de s i s ted. He observe d a party of H e s sians approaching at this moment also, a n d said: " T here are Hessians co ming, s ir,, and you had be s t go in." T h en, a s M r. Worthing thanked him and retired , D i ck mounted his horse and rode away. "He d oes n o t want to talk about it, but I think he has m oney s a v ed for the girl which he will n o t t e ll a b ou t . She probably knows nothing of it herself. " Riding on, he w a s on the Red Hook road when :he s a w Q u imby enter a tavern a little way in advance . There was a shed for horses, and Dick at once di s posed of his and made a few changes in his appearance. By turning his coat inside o u t , it became gray, and with a few swift manipulations his round hat was three-cornered. Brushing h i s h air down upon his forehead, he quite altered his appearance and was certain not to be recognized. Entering 'the tapro om of the tavern, he saw Quimb y sitting at a table with two other men, as evil-looking as himself. Quimby's back was toward him and he sat down without attracting any attention. "How are you going to work it, Bill ? " asked one. "If we catch her in the street, she'll kick up a row and bring a crowd upon us." "Tell her that the young rebel is hurt and wants to see her," answered the other man. "O f course we don't want to raise a disturbance in the street," Quimby said. "She knows me and I'd have to keep out of sight, but you t w o could do it." "That's the best way. We ought to have a coach or a chai s e to put her in." "Yes, fo1 it wouldn ' t be s uppo s ed that Slater would make her wal k." " No, o f cou r s e not, but, Bill, we will want mon e y for this." "Of cours e , and Master Cl i f t on has given me some for this very purpos e." "We'll g e t cur share whe n the g irl is dead and he come s int o the property?" " To b e s u r e, we will." "Yo u've arranged for a t h ou sand apiece , h a ven' t you, Bill?" "Why, m a n, do y o u t h in k he has t h e king's treasury b ehind him? " "No, bu t I kn o w someth i nl? cf the affair, and thern ' s a good ten thousana a year in it fo r him." Quimby laughe d incredul o u s ly and answered: " T here's nev e 1 that. If there's five hundred, it's a ll there is . T h e o ld man' s dau ghte r n eve r i nherite d tha t much and M:iss Ge r aldine, i f she c omes in for five hundred a year, will b e lucky." "Tha t ' s her n a m e , i s it? They call her Gyp." "Yes , becau se s h e's a g y p s y . Well, you must get to wo rk. Watch t h e house and s ee when she returns and then g e t her in your clutch es ." "Not if I can prevent it," said Dick to himself. At this moment there w a s t h e so und of can-nonading and the three men, as well as others , w ent out. Dick took his leave also, having heard all that was really necessar y. The clouds had raised for a brief spell and the cannonading was upon the battery at Red Hook, from the British s h ip s . Di c k got his horse and went away withou t being recognized, and shortly came across Josh, who said: " Weli, the consamed skunks didn't get either of u s , I guess." "No, they did not," smiling. The clouds had settled do w n again and the cannonading ceased. Dick told the Yankee boy what he had heard, and added: "Tell Gyp not to trust to any one who offers to take her to me, for this is a part of the plot." "I'll tell her," said Josh. CHAPTER XVII.-Several Surprises. There were a few slight skirmishes during the rest of the day, but nothing of any importance. Dick did not again. leave the camp and did not feel anxious about the girl, knowing that Josh would warn iher to be on her guard. The next day .a heavy fog settled down upon the island, a stop to all hostilities. During mormng General Mifflin and others, includinp one of Washington's aides, rode over to the west ern outposts, near Red Hvok. Dick had set out on Major, with Bob on his bay that very morning. '!'hey_ were riding alongshore when the fog began to llft. There was a light breeze springing up and the fog was lifte d from a part of the bay of New York. "Hello!" cried Bob. "We can see something in a minute." "I can see something now," said Dick. fog lifted still more, and Bob excl)l.imed: H ml so can I, now. Jove! that means something, Dick." What the boys saw was evidently of great significance . The lifting of the fog revealed that part of the bay opposite Staten Island where the British warships were anchored. There was now an unusual bustle noticed among them. The boys were greatly interested, for they knew it mus t mean something. Boats were passing to and fr?m the admiral's ves s el, as if seeking or carrymg orders. Some. movement was be ing agi no doubt, which de p ended on the wind h o ! dm:r a n d the fog clearing. Dick at o n ce set off alo :igshore at a gallop and came across the r e c om 10it cring party . He at once called their to the ships; The y were all greatly It was evid ent that the ships were pre p arin g to come up the bay at the turn of the tfrh'!, i f the fog clea1 ed. T h e danger was appare n t a t a g lanc e . S hi p s had already passed around Long I s l a n d and were a t F l ushing Boy. They might land troops on the east side of the Harle m River m ake themselve s masters of K i n gsbridge. Communicatio n w i t h New York from B r ookl y n might b e cu t off and the armv s urrounded. All things considered, therefore, i't s eemed be s t that the troops s hould evacuate the island a s soon a s poss i b l e . 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THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISluN no one kne w when it might lift, and it was of u t m u t i : 11portance that something should be doing. It was decided to evacuate Long Island n i g..t, and preparations for the move were begun immediately. When the fog had settled again, with little probability of its clearing dur ingthe day, Dick said to Bob: "Put on a disguise and we will go and see if w e can find Gyp, or Geraldine, as her name really is . " ' Do you suppose she knows that she has any prope: Ly in her own right?" Bob asked. "No; I think the old gentleman has concealed the fac t to keep off fortune hunters." "But he d enied it. " "Ye 3 , from force of habit, no doubt. He may have nothing himself, so, of course, he could leave her nothing." "Very true, it may all have been settled on the gid herself." Having assumed' their disgui ses, the boys took ordinary horses and set out on their way. The fog was too heavy to allow them to ride fast and they went on at an easy gait. On the way up the hill toward Bedford they met Gyp herself, wearin g a red cloak and a boy's hat. "G ood morning, Miss Geraldine," saluted Dick, lifting his hat. "Why do you call me that?" the girl asked. "Because it is your name," with a smile. "\Vho told you? Was it my grandfather?" Gyp asked. "No . " "\Vho was it?" "Quimby." " How does he know?" "Clifton told him, perhaps." "'Who is he?" "Did Joo:h tell you what I told him yeste.rday? I t old him .to do so." "Yes , and I am go;ng to be careful, but I must fi n d out a1Jout the enemy." "Didn't he tell you that your name was Geral dine?" Dick asked . "Yes, bu t I never knew it before. I have always been called Gyp . " "But that i s more a name for your pony, or for a dog; not for a young lady." "I'm not a young lady, I'm just a girl," retorted Gyp. "I can't have any fun at all when I get to be a young lady, and I'm just going to be a girl." "Has your ,g-randfather never told you your name was Geraldine?" "No . '' "Nor about Clifton?" "Certainly not." "Nor that you would have money?" "No, nothing of the sort. " "Well , there must be some truth in it." " I don't want any money," said Gyp, in a dec ided tone. "Everybody will be wanting to marry me if I have money, and I've made up my mind to marry Josh." "That will suit him," laughed Bob, "but you can do it even if you have money." "No, I can't; they will be trying to run away with me and I won' t have any pe ace-. I don ' t want any money." "They trying to carry you off as it is, s o you'd better take the money and marry Josh :ind hire a bodyguard. " "I don't \\ant any; I can take care of myself." "But you
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THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION 19 were to be withdrawn with all the munitions of war before an army so near that every stroke of the pick in their trendies could be heard. The troops were to be transferred, moreover, across a strait, three-quarters of a mile wide and swept by rapid tides. The least alarm of their movement would bring the enemy upon them and produce a terrible scene of confusion and carnage at the place of embarkation. Washington made the preparatory arrangements with great d ispatch and the profoundest secrecy. Orders were sent by word of mouth to Colonel Hughes to impress all water craft, large and small, from Spuyten Duyvel on the Huds on, round to Hellgate on the Sound, and have them on the east side of the city by evening. The order was issued at noon a:qd by eight o'clock in the evening all were in Brook lyn, some having to be brought fifteen miles. In order to prepare the army for a general movement without betraying the object, orders were issued for the troops to hold themselves in readiness for a night attack upon the enemy. It was late in the evening when the troops began to retire from the breastworks. As one regiment quietly withdrew from its station on guard, the troops right and left moved up and filled the va cancy. There was a stifled murmur in the camp, unavoidable in a movement of this kind, but it gradually died away in the direction of the river as the main body moved on in silence and order. In the dead of the night, while the retreat' was going on, there was a tremendous explosion, prob ably due to the discharge of a gun while it was being spiked. While this caused considerable alarm in the patiiot camp, it failed to arouse the enemy and was never satisfactorily explained. By some mistake in the delivery of orders, General Mifflin, with his covering party, came down to the ferry, leaving his post vacant. There was some confusion at the ferry at the time on ac count of adverse winds, and Washington was greatly excited. The mistake was e:i..."Illained, Mif tlin went back without his absence having been discovered, the fog still hung over the island, the adverse winds died down and the retreat was conducted in order. The entire embarkation of troops, artillery, supplies, horses, cattle, ammunition and baggage was completed by daybreak. Washington himself refused to enter a boat until all the troops were embarked, and crossed the river with the last. The departure of the troops was not discovered until about daybreak, but b y the time the enemy reached the river the last of the boats were halfway across the river. One boat only was within gunshot and it was com pell ed to return. This, howev er, contained three vagabonds , who had remained behind to steal and were neither patriots nor soldiers . The Liberty Boys, once in New York, moved to the upper part of the city and encamped in the woods north of the Common. Alice and Edith were still in the city and when the boys were settled in camp, Dick and Bob went to visit them at a friend's house. "I don't know how long it will be safe for you ghls to remain," declared Dick, "but we are glad to see you, just the same." "How 1s that strange girl Gyp?" asked Alice. "She was safe enough when we saw her last, but she has been in great danger." "And he1 name is not Gyp; it is Geraldine." "She was very fond of Dick, wasn't she?" Alice asked. "Of me?" in great astonishment, from Dick himself. "Why, she is the Yankee boy's girl and expects to marry him, doesn't she, Dick?" put in Bob, equally surprised. "Certainly." ."All the same, she was very fond of you," laughed Alice. "It takes a girl to see that." ' "You are not jealous?" asked Bob mischievously. ( "No, Mr. Impudence, I am not," with a laugh. "I did not say I was afraid of losing Dick, but all the same, she was very fond of Dick." "I know some one else who is," observed Edith slyly. "Do you, Puss?" laughing and blushing. "Well, so I am, and so is this queer girl, Gyp, but she will be true to her Yankee boy, nevertheless." "I know she will," declared Dick. . "Why, she didn ' t want her money, for fear she would lose him," added Bob. Dick then explained how he had learned of the , plot against Gyp, and how he hoped to frustrate it. Both girls were greatly interested and ex pressed the greatest sympathyfor Gyp. Aftel' a pleasant visit they went back to camp, where nothing of an sxciting nature had happened during their absence. "The boys are glad to be back in New York," observed Mark, who had remained in charge, "but would like to punish the enemy for being obliged to leave Long Island." "Perhaps they will get a chance to do so be fore long,'' replied Dick. "They will, some day, you may be certain." "Then we will wait," said Ben, "and perhaps our gun division will have a chance to get to work again." .. CHAIPI'ER XIX.-Gyp's Fortune. Just now Patsy came to Dick and said: "Captain, dear, would ye moind Cookyspiller .an' meself goin' out to look for somethin' for the byes to ate?" "Not at all, Patsy, but don't get lost and don't get into mischief," with a laugh. "Sure we'll not, sor, so c ome on, Cooky sp ill er, an' if ye be gettin' into throuble, Oi'll bate the head off ye ." The two comical fellows set off with a horse and cart to visit the houses in the neighborhood and see what they could 01btain in the way of supplies . The boys filled their cart at one place and another, and were on their way back when they saw the Yankee boy of Bedford. "Hello, Patsy, you are jus t the boy I want to see,'' said Josh. "Am Oi thin? Sure Oi 'm glad of it." "Yes, for you can tell me where to find tha captain," added Josh. "Sure, thin it's not myself at all that ye want, afther all, but the captain." "Yes , but if I hadn't found you, I couldn't find him, could I?"

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4-_ _.,.. 20 THE LIBERTY BOYS' GUN DIVISION "Sure Oi dunno. It would all depind on where ye looked." "Why you don'
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THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 21 CURRENT NEWS 'A RESERVATION FOR THE AUSTRALIAN ABORIGINES. The commonwealth of Australia has taken steps for the preservation of the aborigines of that country, and has assigned a tract of public lands in the Northern Territories as reservation for the tribes. It includes the Mann and Petersen Ranges and practically the whole of Lake Amadeus. The governments of South and Western Australia have set asrde adjoining areas for the purpose of this reservation. A STRANGE FIRE. A species of acacia which grows very abun dantly in Nubia and the Soudan is also called the "whistling tree' by the natives. Its shoots are frequently distorted in shape by the agency of larvae of insects and swollen into a globular blad der from one to two inches in diameter. After the insect has emerged from a circular hole in the side of the swelling, the opening played upon by the wind becomes a musical instrument nea.rly equal in sound to a sweet-toned flute. The whistling tree is also found in the West Indian islands. In there is a valley filled with these trees and when the trade winds blow across the island a constant, moaning, deep-toned whistle is hea'rd from them, which in the still hours of the night has a very weird and unpleasant effect. MIST AKEN FOR BURGLARS. Mr. and Mrs. Cohen Baker of Evansville, Ind., had a new maid at their house and were anxious to know how the maid treated the baby in their absence, so they deeided to apply the acid test. They told the maid one Sunday night they were going to a show. They left the house, ostensibly for the theater, and peeped into the window a dozen times or more, in fact so often they at tracted the attention of neighbors, who tele phoned the police that burglars were trying to break into the Cohen home. When the police ar rived they were surprised to find the "burglars" were Mr. and Mrs. Baker. "COAL OIL JOHNNY" DIES. John W. Steele, known widely in the East half a century ago as "Coal Oil Johnny," reputed then to have spent a comfortable fortune when oil was discovered on his Pennsylvania land, died of pneumonia January 1 at Fort Crook, Neb., where he was station agent for the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railway. Steele, who was born in Shakleyville, Pa., in 1843, when a young man is said to have at tracted considerable attention in New York by throwing away money to boys and men on the street apparently because he iiked to see them scramble for it. He came West forty-five years ago and had been in tlie Burlington's employ for thirty-seven years. The stories about "Coal Oil Johnny" never rep resented liim as gambling or making a profligate use of his wea!th, but rather as enjoying the signt. of others gettrng what was so difficult to obtain. Attend_ing a theater in Pittsburgh one day, the story is that he stepped out of his box when a blackface comedian finished a song and handed the. man a $1,000 bill and asked him to sing it agarn. ' The family lived in the station house in four tiny rooms. PANSIES, DANDELIONS BLOOM IN BAY STATE. Dandelions and pansies were reported in blool11 January 3 as markers of a late and mild wintzr simultaneously with word that icebergs had a peared on the transatlantic steamship lanes as harbingers of an early spring. With the mercury at the temperate stage a pansy full bloom was plucked from a garden m Natick that had been under a light snow sev eral days ago. In Hingham dandelions were found. May flowers have been reported from several places in recent weeks. The indication of approaching spring has been fairly dependable, old salts say. The _ present movement has brought down to the Grand Banks and the transaUantic track bergs, growl-ers and fields of pan ice weeks ahead of their normal drift. The ice invasion has reached s uc h a point that vessels are being forced south and to-day the International Mercantile Marine Com pany ordered its ships to take the longer southern lanes at once instead of waiting until February . 1, the usual date for change. 1,000-YEAR-01.D TREE. .Somma a small place about thirty miles from Milan, Italy, boasts the oldest tree in Italy, perhaps the oldest in old Europe. It is a cypress, and tree experts say its age is over 1 000 years. History has mentioned it more than probably because it grows near a spot where tory has been rather busy. King Francis I. of France, running before his foes after the Battle of Pavia, in the fifteenth century, hacked part of its trunk with his swordprobably in irritation at his bad luck. The tree is now a giant. Cypresses are tall rather i:i7id, very straight and give a peculia; sad nobility to thoae parts of Italian landscape where they flourish. But this one is taller than its brothers, cousin.; or uncles. It is 81 yards high, of 18 feet girth, and its deep green branches widen out toward the top to a circumference of 63 feet. Napoleon, who respected few things when they came in his way, found this venerable tree in his path when planning the splendid road from Milan to the Simplon Pass. But he gave orders thatr the road should go out of its straight course here to save the cypress. Fifty years ago a thunderbolt struck it, but burned only part of its sombre crest. It is the property of the city of Somma Lombardo and it has been inclosed.

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22 THE LIBERTY fun Turpin of Temagam A TALE OF THE GRE!.AT NORTH WOODS By Ralph Morton (A Serial Story) CHAPTER V.-(Oontinued). "There's no better boy in the world," said he, "than Tim Turpin, and I am only too glad to see the lad rewarded." "What are you going to do with this skin?" Lawrence asked, turning to Tim. At that instant, Tim had caught a look from his friend, Bob, which surprised him; it was one of actual jealousy, which gave Tim a most curious feeling, and then this feeling prompted him to a bit of roguishness, which made i:tself evident the next minute. "The skin is yvurs, young man," said Lawrence, "you certainly have won the trophy in this hunt." "Very well, sir," said Tim, "I'll get Mike, the cook, to help me dress it, and we will fix the pelt up the way the trappers do and present it to your daughter, Il'Iiss May with my compliments." Tim grinned broadly at his friend, Bob, and the latter frowned and turned away. Tim and Mike then went out together, and carried the heavy carcass into the shelter of the smoke-house, where they shut it up for safe keeping, so that none of the beasts of the forest would injure the pelt. "I am going to turn in," said old Lawrence. "I have had enough excitement for a man of my age, and have learned one lesson, even at my age. Good night, boys, I'll see you in the morning. I'll have to go and tell May all about this adventure and about the handsome panther skin she is to get to-morrow. That will please her a lit." So saying, he left the roo.m, went toward the cabin which had been given lum by Henderson. The latter was bunking with the boys for the time being, and he pointed toward the bunkroom with his big fist. "Well, boys, you did make a.good impr:es sion on the old man, if I am any Judge of him, and I have known him for thirty years. Let's e.ll turn in now, for we have got to get up before daylight, if the snow will permit us working." That's what they did then. The next morning Tim went out to the little smoke-house to examine the carcass of the slain panther. "It ought to make a pretty fine fur for her to take back," he thought. "I am glad to do it, if only to tease Bob." Great was his surprise, upon opening the door, to find that the panther's hide had been slashed and gouged with some sharp in a hundred places . It was absolutely so far n s making a good rug out of conc . erned. T:m could hardly control his md1gnation for a minute. BOYS OF '76 "I know who did this," he muttered between clenched teeth. "It was a sneaking bit of jealousy." He turned toward the big eating-room, and then his better self conquered. "I'd forgotten that Bob saved my life, and that we have been friends for years. A fellow will do a whole lot when he is worked up over a girl, and he's apt to forget friendship, but I will not forget friendship," whereupon he turned toward his companions, ate a quick breakfast, and went to work without saying a word to any one about the ruined pelt. CHAPTER VI. Trapped in the Log Chute. The men were busily engaged that morning ill sending logs, which they had been chopping for the last two months on the high, wooded hills, down to the waters of Stony Brook. This stream wound around through the northern country until it reached a large river, and from there the wa ters bore the logs down to the sea. On the banks of the larger stream were a number of saw-mills, where the logs were cut up for com mereial and building purposes, but it was by means of small creeks and br-0oks that the timbel' was swung along to the saw-mills, by packing up all the spring freshets. It was for this reason that the men had been working so hard during the winter, hauling and otherwise preparing for the "running," as they call it. The lake slide which they were using was about one-eighth of a mile long; it had been built with banked-up snow, ice and old pieces of wood in some places, all carefully and laboriously packed down until the chute presented a surface almost perfect for the rapid progress of the logs over its slippery surface. The crew of Henderson's camp were hard at work rolling the logs up to the top of this slide on the high lands. "When these logs hit the brook there won't be much left of the ice," said Tim to one of the men, as they peered down the Jong to see if the way were clear. Bob was working close at hand, but he did not venture any remarks to Tim. Indeed, he wore a sheepish expression all the time, as if e..irpecting some sort of angry words from his comrade. Tim, on the contrary, was in the most amiabl• of moods, for he had learned that valuable trick of conquering his angry pas sions, and of grin ning and bearing whatever fortune might brine him, in a cheerful way. "Well, here she starts!" bellowed Henderson1 as four of the men with their big prongs anti iron tongs swung around a log . which startetl down the slide. They yelled lustily as the first log went on its spinning course. It seemed to go with the swiftness of a bullet as it shot down the icy course of the chute.• Coming up the hill, Tim saw John Lawrence and his daughter. (To be continued)

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THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 THE NEWS IN SHORT ARTICLES. LONG FALL; SLIGHT BRUISES. . Such trifles as falling from a three-story bmldinu do not bother Max Dietz, a laborer on the :iew under construction in Rochester, Mmn. Ire plunged forty feet to the ground the otii:er day, but was uninjured, except for mmor .facial bruises. He went back to work a few mmutes after the tumble. FAKE CONCERT NETS $2,000. A blond young man who said he represented Prv or's Bancl, and w ho worked for a so enthusiastically that $2,000 worth of tickets for the Palace Theater White Plains, N. Y., the other Saturday night, sold, is being sought by the musically inclined of the Westchester suburb. d The young man departed with the .$2,000, .an there was no concert, for the reas on, i t has smce been learned, that the young .ma!1 had no real co nnection with the Pryor Institution. The owners of the theater explained that they have nothing to do with the performances there, merely renting the playhouse. 81-YEAR-OLD MINER MAKES $90 Davy James, a little old Welshman \':'ho lives at Banian, Pa., is the youngest ?Id man Clearfie ld county. Davy learned to mme coal Wales many years before he to America. He never forgot how, and despite the fact. that he has assed his eighty-first milestone, durmg the last pear he has been one of the most Thomas McGlynn of Madera has on his payroll. . h" This veteran miner, despite . is years, never I t a day the mine worked durmg the last sum-os and fall and his pay check s for each two mer ' d f 11 h weeks during the entire summer an a ave averaged not less than $170 and from that up to $190. Miners are willing to wager real. there is not another eighty-one-year-old kid m Pennsyl vania or any other State able to equal Davy J ames' s record. WIFE FINDS $100. The deliberations of Magistrate Douras in Harlem Court, New York, were interrupted the other day by the sudden appearance of a woman, who ran down the aisle waving a roll of greenbacks at him. ' h h t d "Hey, Judge, stop a mmute!' s e .s ou e . "What's the idea?" said the magistrate. "I just found this $100 under my husband's pillow. I'm Mrs. Brotal. My old man wasn't robbed at all." The case of the alleged disappearance of $100 from the pot:ket of Isidor Brotal, 215 East lOOth street, was before the court. Brotal accused his friend, Ernest Leguna, of picking his pocket after a New Year's party at Brotal's home. Leguna was held in $1,000 bail. "Discharged," said the court. After apologies had been t endered and accepted complainant and defendant walked out of the court room arm in arm. BULLET PROOF TOWER TO GUARD DISTILLERY. Searchlights and a bulletproof stee l tower are being erected here to guard the Old Pepper Distillery, on the turnpike between Lexington and Frankfort, Ky., from the thirsty raiders who de scended recently on the plant, killed a Unitea States revenue agent and stole several barrels of whisky. The tower already has been erected on the top of the distillery, and workmen are n ow installing the searchlight inside it. Guards w ill work in two-hour shifts and from sundown to sunup the searchlight will be kept constantly playing on the grounds and the roads near the distillery. Besides these precautions a speda l electrical alarm system is being installed and huge signs are posted everywhere warning everybod y to keep off the grounds. The Old Pepper Di stillery now holds several hundred thousands of dollars' worth of aged Bourbon liquor, and virtually everybod y in Kentucky wants some of it. Many have tried to get it, but nobody was successful except the raiders of a few weeks ago. "MYSTERY MAGAZINE" SEMI-MONTHLY 10 CENTS A CO"Y LATEST ISSUES M 'l'HE CLUE OF THE l:ED LAMP, by.Charles itul ton Oursler. 64 SNAHE, uy Willialll 65 QUICKE R 'l'HAN 'l'HE EYE, by Ralph Cummins 66 'l'HE. CLUE IN THE DARK ROOM, U.Y llatuiltou C ra1gie. 67 THE TONGUE OF OSIRIS, by Marc Edmnnct Jones 68 DETECTIVE WADE'S llIG CA8E, lJy Et!Je; lto>e: rnon. 69 THE SPIRIT BELL, by Ctarles Fulton Oursler 70 THE HOUSE BEHIND THE WALL. by Jullan Darrow. 71 SPOONS, by Williaw H:truiltou 72 THE CANTNJ1l CLUE. by Tbos. J. Ln!ly. 73 THE P8YCHIC ENEMY, h:v Arthur \ \ " n1. Anclre>n 74 'l'HE WONDER GlRL. by Ralph Cumu1ins . " . 75 ON THE WRONG TRAIL, by Ethel I:o
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24 THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 JOE FRENCH, THE BOY CASTAWAY. By D. W. Stevens. It was a dark, rainy night in March, when Joe left the athletic club in Harlem, of which h e was a member, and mounting his bic y cle, rode down to the elegant house in which he lived on Lexington avenue with his stepfather. The boy was an orphan of seventeen, with dark eyes, a strong, boyish face, chestnut hair, and a hot, passionate, yet courageous nature, and having an excellent education, was studying law when his mother died. She left him half a million, which he was to get from the guardianship of Giles Gifford, his stepfather, when he came of age; but the terms of her will stipulated that if the boy died ere gaining his m ajority, Gifford was to inherit the money, e state and a shipping bus iness which he managed. Joe and his . <;tepfather never could agree, some hGW, as the man was very tryannical, and never liked the young law student; but as he had nothing and was dependent upon Joe for his income, he had to treat the boy with more deference than he cared to. Dismounting from his wheel, the boy entered the house, change d his clothes, and was going down stairs to supper, when he passed the parlor door, and Giffor d , who stood in the room, called him in. "I have a word to say to you, Joe French," he e xclaimed, in rather u g ly tones. "It is my intention to put you to work in the office to-morrow. I have recently bought a ship with borrowed mone y, and as s h e has a cargo of freight on b oard and sails to-morrow, I need your help." "But how about my school work?" asked Joe, in surprise. "Let it rip I My bus iness is more important than your school," the man replied harshly. 'If the cruise of the Romany Las s proves to be suc cessful, I will own her outright, and be independent of my commi s sion as trustee of your e s tate. She runs to Santo Domingo, and--" "Se e here , sir," said the boy firmly, "I don't intend to give up my studies for you or your business! If you need a clerk, hire one I" "What I You dirty little hound I Dare you disobey me? H-0ld your impudent tongue, confound you, or I'll break every bone in your body." He flew into a rage, and with an ugly scowl upon his brow, he seized a chair, raised it threateningly and sprang toward the boy. He was bringing the chair down toward Joe's head, when the boy struck him a blow in the face with his fist that knocked him down. A yell of fury pealed from the man's lips, and his h ead struck the floor, depriving him of his sen se s the n,ext moment. The ghastly look upon bis face filled Joe with horror, and he thought for a moment that the unlucky blow had killed the man. Overwhelmed by a panic, he recoiled from the body, and rushing out into the hall with visions of the gallows staring him in the face, he put on his hat and fled from the house . For some time the boy wandered aimles sly through the dark, de serted streets, his mind in a whirl over the crime he had committed, and when he came to a realiza t i on of this po s ition, he found himself down by the North River side . Near by there was a ship on which the steve dores were loading the last of her cargo, by which Joe knew that she was to depart the next da y , and he stealthili17 made his way o n hoard , and er. tering the captains cabin, he enscon ce d himself in a locker and sat down. B efore he had b e en there an hour he was s o wearied 'by the walk and the excitement ha pass ed thrbugh, that he fell fast asl eep. How long tbis state of oblivion last ed Joe did not know, but he was finally a wakened b y the hum of voices out in the cabin, and, listening intently, he heard two men talking in low tones. "Ay, now, I'll do ther job fer one thousan' dollars, sir," he heard a very gruff v oice remark. "I've done sich work for other shipo w n ers besides you, Giles Gifford, an' I never bungles a job." "Then here is the mone y , C apta in Tom Brady," replied another and very familiar voice. "My stepfather!" gasped the listening boy-, thrilled through and through. It certainly was the man whom he imagined he had killed, and it then dawned upon Joe's mind that Bifford had simply been knock e d sense less. "Right!" he heard Captain Brady , who evidently commanded this ship, say. "Very well," returned Gifford, in satisfied tones . "We understand ea-::h other. For this money you are to scuttle the Romany Lass when you are within one day's sail of Port au Prince, and upon your return swear to the underw r iters tha t she sprung a leak and foundered . " "Ay, sir," assented the g r uff captain. "I understand. Ha' you a heavy insurance?" "Very, for nearly one-half of her cargo, w hi c h has been manifested in the Cu stom House as gen eral merchandise, for clearance, r eally con s i sts of shavings, waste paper and sand." Joe was shocked beyond m easure over this exposure of their villainy. But upon trying to get out h e fo und that the locker door had closed with a spring lock, which could on:ly be opened on the outs ide. Not knowing what to do, the boy reflected that i! he made a noise and exposed his presence there, the captain would suspect that he had overheard the plo,t, and might attempt to injure him to keep the secret. Joe wisely kept still, and, several hours after wards he knew by the commotion going on that a tug had the ship in tow, and was hauling her out ifl1o the stream. There was no going back for the boy now, and he had to make up his mind to make a voyage in the Romany Lass. Day had broken and no one entered the cabin, as the captain was busy outside on deck, getting his craft out of the harbor. The dreary morning passed away, and the ship began to rock and toss, roll and pitch, and Joa became deaUrlv sick in the confined atmosphere

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,. THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 25 of the locker, and lay there groaning and vomiting. N"o one came near him till ni ghtfall, when the skipper entered his rabin to have bis supper, and heard the boy' s moans. "A stowaway, by thunder!" he roared, as he opened the locker door, saw the sick boy, and roughly dragged him out into the cabin by bis coat collar. "Don't touch me! Oh, I'm so sick!" gasped poor Joe faintly. "Blast you, what are yer a-doin' aboard o' my craft?" nared Brady, glaring down at the hap less runaway as he lay doubled up on the floor . For obvious r easons, Joe refrained from stating his case, and resorted to the time-worn excuse that he merely wanted to be a sailor. "Ho, ho! a sailor, hey?" he roared. "Waal, I'll teach yer ter be a sailor!" The captain then went out and apprised the men that he had just discovered a stowaway on board, and ordered a couple of them to carry him from the cabin into the forecastle. It was two days afterward before Joe was able to get up, although, in the meantime, the skip per made. sE:veral attempts to get him out, and when he crept up on deck he was badly disfigured. No sooner had the boy made his appearance when the brutal captain espied him, and put him to work doing the worst and hardest drudgery on the ship. On the seventh day out from port he stood on the forward deck coiling a rope, when Captain Brady strode up to him. "See here!" he exclaimed roughly, as he paused in front of the boy, " I hev been a-thinkin' fer some time as you might a-been in that 'ere locker on ther night yer came a board, an' heered all wot me an' a friend o' mine wuz a-sayin' to each other. Now, didn't yer?" "Yes-every word!" "Look out, my lad! Before yer kin harm me, yer may die!" One night, whil e Joe was leaving the fore castle to go on \Yai.ch, the mate called him, and said the captain wani.evord, Brady dealt him a crushing blow with the instrument and fc.lled him senseless. 'When the stricken boy recovered his senses, he found himself b.ound hand and foot and securely gagged, l ying on a heap of He saw the lantern he had canie
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. 26 THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 NEW YC::l K, JANUARY 28, 19 2 1. TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS 81n&:'le Coples ..........•...•. Posu1r;e 1' ree One COJly Three Months...... " One Copy Six Monthtf ...•••••• One Co1>y Yt-o.r ......•••• f'nnnda. $ -LOO; I•'oreli? n . S4 .50. 7 90 Cento fl.15 S .50 110\V TO SE1'D MONEY-At our risk send l'. o. Monp,-Orih>r. Check or Hegistered Letter; remittances In any other wn:v nrc at your risk. We accept Postage Stn111p s the i::iame ns cnsll. '' n P n seudi11g silver wrap tlle Coln In 11 sepnrute piece or paper to avoid cuttlui: the envelope. W rl 1 e your name and address plainly. Ad dress letters to N. Ha•tlu:::-• Woltr, Preo. f FRANK TOUSEY, E . Byrnf', Treas. Publisher, Charle• I!: . 1'ylnnMr. Seo. 168 'V. 23d St., N. Y, ITEMS OF INTEREST CAMELS PUT TO WORK IN WARSAW. Camels hauling long trains of small carts are frequently seen in the streets of Warsaw, one soldier acting as driv.::t with other soldiers looking after the vehicles. The camels are used by the army authorities in the transport of goods about the city and suburbs, having been traine d for this kind of service by Russians. The animals were captured from the Bolsheviki by the Poles in a drive on the northern front last summer. FERRYMAN HAS NEW WAY. Les lie Cull, ferryman at Rudellia, Ark., ferries hi s foot passengers partly on hi s boat and partly on his back. The river is so low that the boat can't land at the bank on this side of the river. [t hangs on a shallow bar about fifteen feet from the bank. The teams and cars can make it all right, but the footme n can't. But Leslie does not los e any business on this account. He packs them on his back from bank to the boat, then floats them across. FOWLS WORK RANCH. W. J. Little of Pasadena, Cal., has Q.evised a s cheme that not only doubled his profits but has lessened his work in caring for his orange trees . He has hit upon the idea of combining an orange ranch with a chicken ranch. By scattering grain between two rows of orange trees he gets his land worked by the chickens scratching for the grain. Starting at one side of the fie ld, he scatters grain between two rows each day, and when the o ther side is reached he recovers the territory in the same manner. Dust kicked up by the chickens in the summer time i s a cure for scales o orange trees, Little a dded. For his ranch of three acres Little has 1, 5 00 chickens, which he claims is the right proportion. HUNTERS KILL 500 WILD GOATS. The Pacific Fleet News, organ of the U. S. S. New Mexico, in its issue of Nov. 15 states that the Fleet hunting party left in a train tug on Nov. 8 for Catalina Island, Southern California, in charge of Major H. F. Wirgman, U. S. M. C. , being composed of a number of office r s from various sh i iis of the fleet, with se. B nLy-five bl u ejacket:; and marines, returned on !
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; / THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 ITElVIS OF GENERAL INTE REST ADMITS DEFEAT OF GERMAN FLEET. In reviewing the secret report of Admiral von Scheer, of the German navy to the Kaiser, recently made public, the Vossische Zeitung, of Berlin, candidly admits the defeat of the German High Sea Fleet at Jutland, and says, in part: "What was the result? The German fleet was put out of condition to fight for ten weeks at least. Ce.rtainly the British losses were greater, but a little blood l etting is nothing to a giant, though fatal to a weaker adversary. The German fleet fought out the fight honorably against superior forces. That it did not achieve victory is not a reproach which should be leveled against it any more than that the unfortunate result of the whole war should be regarded as a fault of the German people." SEIZE 700 LIQUOR AUTOS. The statement that 1,800 persons had been arrested and 700 liquor carrying automobiles seized by a flving squadron of eighty Federal Prohibiti. on enforcement officers since July 1 in breaking up illicit transportation of liquor betv..-een New York and Boston was made by William J. Mc Carthy, enforcement for .New Closest attention is now bemg paid to Connecti cut, Mr. McCarthy said. Automobiles with special tank compartinents for accommodation of liquor, piano cases, orange crates and furniture vans were mentioned as among the most popular ways of moving liquor. Tanks concealed within seat cushions and behind the upholstering of sedan cars have been discovered. S . Mr. McCarthy asserted that prmgfield, Worcester Lowell and Providence had been practically as avenues for liquor destined for Boston. A RIVAL OF THE STEAM WHISTLE. It may be that the steam whistle in time will be a matter of past history; at least, the steam whistle is steadily losing ground in favor of the electric siren, which has proved considerably more effici en t in more ways than one. In industries large and small, in mines, factories foundries-wherever a warning signal with range and more distinction in tone than the steam whistle is required-the electric siren has been found to fill a lon g felt need. The electric siren is clear, unmistakable, most distinctive. It cannot be confused with any other s ound. W hile a boiler full of steam is needed for the steam whistle, the electric siren may be operated from any number of places through the factory by a simple turn of the switch. It is always ready , dependable, fool-proof, insignificant jn upkeep c ost. The electric siren can be either large or small-large enough for the largest works, and small enough for use in any departinent of such works, where it must signal through the noise a n d din of incessant toil and bustling activity. . ' KILLED BYRIFLE HE FOUND. Several weeks ago in a lot near his home , No. 2364 62d street, Brooklyn, fifteen-year-ol d Wesley Carpenter found five parts of a 22-calibre rifle and took them home. After school each day he had quietly worked in his room assembling 1.hem. The other Saturday night the rifle was in working order. Wesley slipped in a cartridg e and pulled the trigger. There was no discharg e, and twice more he tried, but failed to explo de the cartridge. An hour later his sixteen-year-old brother Howard came to the room to retire. Lying near the bed, shot through the head , Jay Wesley. It is believed he looked into the muzzle of the rifle to ascertain the failure of it to fire and it accidentally went off. His father, Howard Carpenter, telepho ne d to the Coney Island Hospital for an ambulance, but, according to him, when more than an hour had pass ed and none was sent, he took the bo y to the institution in a friend's automobile. Wesley died a few hours later. The hospital authorities say that the delinquency in answering the call was because the one ambulance allotted to them was out on another call. FRENCH CLOSE LAST SLAVE MA P.KE T. What is believed to have been the last slave market in existence in the world has just been wiped out by the French authorities. Vlhen French troops entered the sacred city of Ouezzan, in Morocco, a short time ago, they discovered the slave market still in existence. On the very day the French arrived a long caravan approached the city bringlng in several score of slaves of both sexes, captured of slave hunters in the unexplored reg ions to the south. The slave hunters fled and the entire crowd of slaves were liberated by the French. For many d ecades, perhaps centuries, the slave austion had been a monthly feature of life in Ouezzan. The caravan arrived as a rule early in the month and hundreds of buyers flocked in to the city for the auctions and the accompanying festivals. On the day of the opening of the sale all the human "stock" was placed in a circular enclo sure in an open place near the center of the ci t y. Slave buyers wandered ai>out discussin g the merits of the "stock" like connoisseurs ai,.an automobile show. Unmarried women usually brought double the price of those who were married and there was always a lively competition for the most b eautiful of the unmarried girls. The highest price was paid fo? men with good physiques. According to natives of Ouezzan, the were generally well treated. Some of the wome n were received into their masters' homes a 1 mos t on equal footing with wives. The slave were forced to share part of the proceeds of the sale with the !!ity • , , ,,.c .

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-. 28 THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 INTERESTING NEWS ARTICLES WEIL DIGGERS EAGER. dil\'gers of Hiawatha, Kan., are not scarce if there is so?nething to dig. It was five years ar,o when a farmer came home from St. Joseph with two dozen bottles of beer and eight quarts o f high proof whisky. It was a hot afternoon. The farmer put the refresh-ments into a grain snck. . The sack h e lowered into a dug well. Either the bottom of the sack gave way or the rope slipped off. Anyway, the booze went to the bot-tom of the well. And there it rests. . The well i s abvut thirty feet d eep, walled with rock. It i s s aid to b e infec t e d with gas. But everybody in the neighborhood knows what the well contains. Planning to repair the well, the farmer advertised for workmen a few days ago. He has had more than a dozen applicants from all parts of Brown County. HIS IMPERSONATOR. Maxim Gorky, the playwright and radi.cal writer, had an unusual exnerience whei: travelrng in America during his exile from Russia, acrordinoto a story !!'oing the rounds of London. A;;ong the visited was Georgetown, S. C., where he found one of his own plays, "The Lower Depths," billed, together with an announcement that "at the end of the performance the author will appear in person to salute and thank the audience." Gorkv naturally w6nt to enjoy t hi s treat, and found that when' thP. curtain fell after the act of his plav a man made up to resemble. him came before the footlights and told the audience in broke n E n g lish how flattered he felt at the reception accorded his drama . . G .oing round to the stage door. Gorky tackled his impersonator, who confesse d that he had perpetrated the same fraud in many smaJI towns. "I have also," he added, "passed mysel f off as Rostand Sudermann and Maurice Donnay. It pleases 'the public and does the real authors no harm. " Gorky was so amused at the. man's cheek he promised not. h1:n, and from disclosing his identity durmg the remamder of his stay in Georgetown. LIBERTY BONDS WILL JUSTIFY YOUR FAITH. Slowly but surely the price of Liberty continues to rise, declares the Tonopah Times. , The most notable thing about the situation is that this price increase persists in the face of a falling market for other securities, including those of business concerns of known strength and ssutained prosperity. When the price of government securities was at a low ebb and many of these industrial stocks were rising and paying high rates of interest, many people sold their Liberty bonds to buy the industrial stocks. To-day the latter sell for less in the financial centers than the former. The present situation is a pleasing commentary on the stability of this government, which has weathered the storms of war and reconstruction, and is emerging sound and solvent. It is a good lesson, too, on patience and conservatism in investment, and a fair illustration of the fact that the great underlying principles of business are neither wiped out nor rendered ineffective by any temporary dish1rbance, even that of war. Those who labored to sell Liberty bonds to their fellow citizens will rejoice at the vindication of their faith and their efforts. The bonds did their fuJI share toward winning the war. Nobody can doubt that. And no w they are proving an increasingly good investment for tho::
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