The Liberty Boys at Fort Washington, or, Making a brave stand


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FB.&l'lll TOV8EY. PVBLISHEB. IQ WEST %3D 8TBEET, NEW YORK No. 1050 NEW YORK. FEBRUARY 11. 1921. Prfce '1 Cent& Ai ibe comm:1.nd of the heartless omcer, the brutaJ redcoat raised his stick to strike Dick,' bound a-nd helpless, Ben suddenly brokp away from the Jmen who were holding him, ran forward and knocked'tbe reQooat down,

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The Liberty Boys of 1 n e d Weekly-Subscrl Ion price, $ 3 . 50 per year; Canada. $4.00; Foreig n, $4.l!O. Frank T ousey, Publisher, 168 West 23d Street, New York, N . Y . E ntered as Second-Class Matter January 81 , 1913 , at the Post O ffice a t New York, N. Y., under the Act of March 3, o . 1050. NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 11, 1 921. Price 7 Cents. he Liberty Boys at Fort Washington . OR, MAKING A BRAVE STAND. • By H A R RY M O O RE CHAPTER !.-Spying on a Spy. I think there i s some one following u s , Bob . " 'Do you think s o, Dick?" 'Yes; and I h ave thought s o for s ome time." 'What are you going to do ? " Try to throw him off. Keep straight on whe n ave you, and I will spy upon the spy. " wo boys in ordinary dres s were walking clown adway, in the City of New York, one pleasant r in the fall of the year. New York City was ahat time occupied by the British. The pa ?ts still held Fort Washington at the upper I of New York Island. The two boys walkin g n Broadway were not ordinary boys. They re spie s i n the employ of Ge neral Washing-fust now they were trying to get pos session of i plans of General Howe i n regard to Fort shington. They were more than spies, howir. Dick Slater was the captain of the Liberty iys, a band of brave young patriots fighting freedom, and Bob Estabrook was his first utenant. Dick h a d s u s p ected for s ome min !S that they were b e in g followed . He deterned to get rid of the spy dogging their hee ls. they reached Thames stree t, near the ruins Trinity Church, burned in the great fire, some r o months before, Dick said in a loud tone:_ "Well, Dick, good-by. I will meet you at launces' Tavern at noon . " "All right." Then Bob, who h a d p urpose l y giv e n h i s o w n .me to Bob, turned qu ic kl y into Thames street, l b g oing down Broadway at a l e i surely gait. ; Dick turned, he shot a swift glanc e at the a n just b ehind him, who, he judged , had b ee n llowing Bob and himself. Althoug h h e g ave e man a glanc e only, Dick was certai n to reember him. The stranger followed Bob, while i ck turned into a tavern a little way down the ieet . He was there a shor t time onl y _ H e as known in the place and had pre viou s l y left jsuit of black, a cocked hat and a wig with the He nodded to the m a n a s he entered, rried to a rea1 room where the di sguis e w a s pt, locked the door and made a rapid chang e dres s. Then he h urried out to rejoin Bob . e latter had gone o n at an easy gait, and Dick w him at Rector stree t. The man Dick had ticed was s t ill following Bob . Nea1 Bowli n g een, they came upon a number o f British offirs. The spy, who was in black, li k e D ic k , seemed about to attract the officers' attention t o Bob, when Di c k steppe d to hi s s ide and said i n a low tone: "What are you about?" The man l ooked at Dick, w ho m he did not reco gnize, a n d said: "What i s that to you?" "A go o d deal. You have been foll owing that youth. Yo u suspect him. " "How do you know?" "I know the spies as well as those spied upon, i n New York. I know y our occ up a tion and I think you have mad e a mistake. " "That is Dick Slater the reb el. " "Nonsense! Have yo u his description? I have. " D i c k t o o k a printed placard from his pock e t. "Here it is, D ic k Slater, tall, well-bui l t, brown hair, blu e gray eyes, firm chi n , square head." " H'm! Yo u are right, but I heard him called Dick, and h e i s a stranger." " That i s nothin g. He might be Di ck anybo d y , and do yo u know every o n e i n N ew YorK:? You don't know me." Dick's wig concealed his own brown hair, but t his eyes looked gray 'now , and his features w ere changed b y a f ew contractions of the mus cle s . The spy did not know hi m , i n deed, and was great-ly puz z led. "There is no use in making trouble for the young fellow for nothing, " Dick continu e d. Bob had gone on , and they had now pass ed the officers. " B e careful," said Dick. "I know that you are ze a lous, but a mistaken zea l is worse than none ." "What might your name be, sir?" the spy a sked. ".You have heard it, no doubt, but it would be wi se r for me not to m en ti o n it in publi c ." Then Dick went on q uickly, and passing Bob, s aid in a low but perfectly distinct tone: "I threw the fellow off the scent. Meet me n ear the Common s in an hour. " Bob gave no signs of having heard, but he h a d, for all tha t . The spy followed him for a time, but suddenly lost him in the mo s t unac countable fas hion . Bob turned a corner at an eas y gait but when the spy reached it a few mome nts iater, the young lieutenant was nowhere in sight. Bob Estabrook knew a trick or two at throwing sp ies off h i s trail, and h!'! had practised one no w. He had purposel y turned i n t o a tangl e of streets .where, b y making one quick turn and passin g through a l o t , he could very readily

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2 THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHING TON throw an y on e follo win1r him off the track. H a ving succ ee d e d in getting rid o f the spy in a few minutes , he made his way into Broadway aga in, and walke d uptown. On the corner of Maiden Lane, h e met a hands ome boy, somewhat younger than hims el f , who wore a suit o f brown homespun blue woolen ho s e and a cock e d h a t. "Hallo, Mar k , " he sai d, "heard any n ews?" The bo y was Mark Morrison, second lieutenant of the Liberty Boy s , one of the braves t of the company of young p atriots , univers all y like d and thoroug hl y trus ted. There was no one about to hear what the boys s a id , and Mark turned and walked with Bob. "No, I have not, Bob," Mark ans wered. "Were not you with Dick?" "Yes , but he found a spy following us, and we got rid of him. We separated, but we are going to meet again later." "I l e f t Ben and Sam d own at Whitehall Wharf, o n the lookout for new s." "Well, Ben Spurlock and Sam Sanderson are as likel y to get hold of information as any one . " The two chaps mentioned were privates in the Liberty Boy s troop, liv e l y , jolly fellow s , but brave and thoroughly t r usted. There were five of the boys in the city, but they were all clever, all knew the ris k they r a n , and all could be d e pended upon. The main body of the Liberty Boys were at For t Washington, with the garrison unde r Colonel Magaw. The commander -inchief h ad d espatched Di c k to the city on hi s s ecret mission, and he had t a k e n some of the boys with him. Bob and M ark proce e d e d to the Com mon at the upper end of the city and entere d a quiet little inn, where they ofte n stopped. T he landlor d was a staunch patriot, a nd the boys were perfectly safe in the pl ace . After a time , Dick himself cam e in a nd , seeing the boys, said: "You got rid of him, Bob?" "Yes ." "I have an id e a." "Yes ?" "The capture of this very spy!" CHAPTER IL-Surpris e s All Aroun d . Both Bob and Mark were eager to hear Dick's plan. "This man h eard me s a y that I w ould meet you at Fraunces ' Tavern, at noon," said Dick. "Yes , so he did," echoed Bob. "He thought you were Dick Slater, but I con vinced him that you were not." "Exactly. " "Con sequently he will think that I am Dick, a n d that he was very foolish to let me get away, not knowing that he talked to me." "That was deliciou s," laughed Bob. "And he will remember that appointment, and be on hand ." "So he will," chuc k led bo t h boys . "So, if w e are all of u s there, we ought to be able to b a g him." "Good!" laughe d Bob and Mark. "But what will we do with him, when we get him ?" asked Bob . "Nothing, e xcept to stow him away somewhere, a lthough we may get some i nformation out of him. "Tha t will be worth while ," added M ark. "It will be s ome satisfaction to g e t t h e best of a Britis h spy," declared Bob. "Let us get ready," said Dick. "You had b etter change your clothes, Bob. I will remain as I am." Bob was soon ready, and the three started down Broadway , but not together. "If we mee t Ben and Sam, it will be all the better," declared Bob . "Yes , but I don't know that we will." Mark and Bob did meet Ben at Broadway and Wall street, however, much to their delight. "Where i s Sam?" a sked Mark. "He will be here at noon . " "Then ccime around to Fraunces' Tavern, and watch Dick. Look fo r signals. We are going to capture a British spy." The bo ys then separate d, Bob and Mark going to the Broad Street Hote l, or Fraunces' Tavern, as it was oftenest called , at Broad and Pearl streets, on the southeas t corner. Here they saw Dick, but, did not say anything to him, as he did not signal. Presently Bob saw the man whom he had outwitte d, and told Mark. The man was standing near the tavern, watching it. He began walking up and down, and at l e n gth saw Dick and c r ossed ove r . Ben and Sam came up at the moment, and Dick gave the m all a swift signal. The spy stepped up to Dick and said in a low t one: "I am look ing for D i ck Slater." "Yes ? D o you exp ect to see him ? " "Yes ; with the you t h I mistook for him. " "Why s o ? " "Bec a use Slater sai d tha t h e would meet the othe r on e here. H e foo l ed me by callin g the other fello w D i ck." "Oh, I see. And you think they will b oth be here?" "Yes. " "At wha t t ime?" "At noon." "Then we mus t watch for them." At that moment Bob came up on the o t h e r side of the spy and took his arm. Di c k too k the other, Mark, B e n and S a m c r ossing i n b e h i nd. They were near a little crooked alle y that led into Broad stree t farther up. "I've got a pi s t o l in my pock e t pointing at your side," said Dick. "And I have another, aimed straight at your heart," adde d Bob. "Don't say a word," echoed Mark. The two boys in front hurried the spy into the alley. There Mark threw a black cloth over his ey e s . "When are the British going to attack Fort Washington?" Dick asked. "I don't know," doggedly. Ben pressed a pistol against the spy's neck. "The day after to-morrow," the spy gas ped. Ben then clapped a gag into the man's mouth. There were no hou ses into the alley, and the turns prevented the ooys being seer Sam and Ben bou n d hi s arms behind him with stout handkerchief. and Dick and Bob s uddf threw him on his fa..-:e. Then Mark ti e d hii; kles w i t h a long handkerchief. "There you are," laughed Dick. that Dick Slater did this. "

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THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON 3 "And some of the Liberty Boys,'' added Bob. The boys then scattered, Dick and Bob going out into Broad street, and the others going back to Pearl. There was little traffic in the alley, as it. was an evil smelling place at all times. It might be some time, therefore, before the spy's flight would be discovered. The boys made their escape without meeting any one, and met together on Wall street near the City Hall. "Go and get your dinner, boys," said Dick to Ben and Sam, "and see if you can learn anything more." Then he and the two lieutenants went to a coffee house on John street near the Theater Royal to have a quiet time among themselve s. There were a few redcoats in the place, and Dick thought he might get some information from them. They talked only on personal or general matters at first and Dick was afraid he would learn nothing. Presently, however, one of them said: "We're ordered up the river to-morrow. I think it likely that Sir William means to give the rebels a shaking." "It is absurd that they have stood out as long as they have," said another, "just a lot of raw recruits as they are, with a planter to head them." Bob would have broken out at such talk as this had not Dick given him a quick look of cau tion. Dick himself often heard such talk, but had learne d to restrain himself. There was more to the same purpose, with little information, and Dick was about satisfied that he would get no more. The boys had finished their meal, had settled their score, and were go ing to leave. Then, to their total surprise and quite by chance, the spy entered. He was as much astonished to see them a s they were to meet him, having left him in the alley, with no knowledge as to where they were going. "By George! If this is not a lucky business," he cried. "Gentlemen, there are three of tlie sauciest rebel spies in the city. Arrest them!" There was instant confusion and many leaped to their feet. Behind Dick was a door which he had noticed as he sat down. He did not know whither it led, but it was a way of escape, at any rate. "This way, boys," he hissed, throwing it open. Bob and Mark flew out, and then Dick followed. There was a bolt on the outer sid e , and Dick shot it as he shut the door. The boys found themselves in a long passage leading somewhere in the rear of the house. They darted to the end of it, finding a door leading to a paved court at the back of the house. Into this they dashed, and there Dick began to look about him. There was a high board fence at the side . "Over with you, boys," said Dick. . He gave Bob a shoulder, and helped him up, and between them they got Mark up. Then Bob and Mark pulled Dick up and all three dropped over. "Oh, I know this place," said Bob. "It's the alley leading to the Theater Royal." "So if is, and we can get out into John street." This they did as confused sounds began to be heard behind them. Reaching John street, they continu ed west to Broadway and, turned up. Quickly mingling with the crowd on that busy thoroughfare, they were soon safe. Reaching Partition street, they crossed to the new church, turned down, and made their way to the tavern. Ben and Sam came in half an hour later, and were much interested in the story of the boys' adventures. "New York is a dangerous place for Patriots," said Dick, "and I think we had better leav e as soon as we can." CHAPTER III.-The Mountebanks. In order to avert suspicion, the five boys would not leave the city together. The British had two lines stretched across the island, and the guards would have to be passed. The b oys had come down separately from Fort Washington, and they would probably go back the same w ay. Dick and Bob might keep together, but they would not go all in one party. Dick had secured a pass which admitted him to the city, but he had none to take him out. Ben and Sam set oft' together in a sho r t time, and Mark followed by a different route a little later. Dick and Bob waited half an hour and then left the tavern in company. "If we could get passes, it would save time and trouble," observed Bob. "Very true," agre ed Dick, "but no one i s giving passes now, except to those who are well known." "Yes, they are drawing their lines pretty tight just now." ' "We shall have to contrive it some way, Bob. We have dodged the guards before, and we must do it again." They walked up along the west side of the town, till they came to a gre en, where there were a number of persons collected. "Something is going on,'' observed Dick. "A recruiting booth, perhaps," suggested Bob. "No, there are too many people for that. A recruiting officer would hardly draw such a crowd." "Hello! I believe it is a company of traveling mountebanks," exclaimed Bob. A gaily painted pole, decked out with colored streamers, was seen above the heads of the peo ple at that moment. The boy s pushed forward and found room in the crowd where they could see what was going on. There was a ring of spectators about a company of traveling acrobats and mountebanks, as Bob had suggested. Some sat about on the grass or stood before a covered cart upon one side, awaiting their turn to show their ability. Two hors es tethered to the cart whee ls were munching oats, a slender boy in ring attire sitting on the back of one. In the center was a stoutly built man, gaily attired, who was supporting a pole, one end of which rested iii the socket of his heavy leather belt. At that moment a little girl, a mere child, in fluffy white skirts and a tinsel star in her hair, ran forward. A woman lifted her to her shoulders, and she quickly made her way to the top of the pole. Here there was a leather strap, or loop, fastened securely. "Rather late in the year for outdoor shows, I should say,'' iemarked Bob. "Yes, the child is shivering with the cold."

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-THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON "Or fear," added Bob. "Rather a risky way in which to gather coppers, I should say." The child had put one hand in the leather stra.P and, now putting one foot against the pole, threw out the other. Then she put her foot in the strap and, hanging head downward, performed various evolutions. The man kept the pole well balanced, fixing his eye on the child and watching her every motion. Suddenly, through some unfortunate mishap, the performer's belt loosened and the pole began .to come forward at a dangerous angle. The clnld's movements threw it still farther forward, she being unconscious of what had happened below . The man tried to lower the pole, but it got beyond him and fell, carrying him with it. .Fortunately the child's foot slipped from the strap as the pole fell. She was sent flying through the air, while the people nearest, seeing the pole about to fall upon them, fled in haste. Dick made a quick calculation as to where the child would fall, and l eaped forward. Bob, knowing just what he intended to do, stepped up quickly behind him. The child uttered a startled cry as she felt herself falling, while not one of the mountebanks made the first effort to save her. They seemed utterly frozen with fear, in fact, .and incapable of motion. Dick caught the child, Bob bracing him behind. The pole fell upon the ground, fortunately striking no one. tJ;ie woman ran .forward, weeping and gesticulatmg and showermg thanks upon Dick for what he had done. The man came forward also and said: "That was a proper clever thing for you to do, sir. I 'ardly would 'ave hexpected it of your age blow me if I would." ' Dick was still in di.sguise and looked much older than he really was. The woman took the child from. Dick, and the man went on: "It isn't hoften that I los e me tip, but I lost it that time for sure, an' if it 'adn't been for you, I be blessed if I know what would 'ave 'appened." "Say no more, sir," Dick replied. "That is your child I suppose?" "Yes, she's the youngest. We'v e all our family. Theodore, on the 'orse yonder is next an' Handy an' Halexander over there are the holdest." "This is a dangerous life for a child like that, is it not?" "Oh, no. She don't mind it, an' we're always careful. Such a haccident•as this 'asn't 'appened since she was born, an' I 'ope will never 'appen again" "I hope not; but I think the iis k is too great to run." Bob saw the spy approachin g, and gave Dick a nudge. The two boys quickly got into the crowd and the mountebanks went on with their show, gathering many coppers. "That fellow is always popping up when he 'isn't wanted," sputtered Bob. "I suppose he would call it attending strictly to his duty," laughed Dick . They passed around to the cart and horses and then, keeping the crowd between them and the spy, went on. "Would yo u ever suppose that that delicate, refined-looking child could belong to those peo ple?" asked Bob. "I never did think so," Dick replied shortly. " The man said she did." "Yes, and they may take good care of her, but s h e never belongs to them. She has not a single characteristic in common with them " "No, <>he J.ias not. Was sh e stolen: do you sup pose?" "I do r.ot kn'.)w. She may have been found or she may have been given to them by some poor woman unable to care for her. " "She does not see m to belong to them at any rate." ' "No, that is certain." The boys went on for s6me little di stance and halted at a tavern. There were n o redcoats here the place being too far either from the city o; the guard ho use. "Thei"e may be some one going up," suggested Bob. "Perhaps. It will do no harm to wait for a time, at any rate." There was a horse and chaise in front of the tavern, the driver being inside. There were also two or three saddle horses. Dick and Bob sat by a window, looking out. They found from the talk they heard that none of the men present was going beyond the first line s. Presently Dick saw the showman's wagon coming. "Hello, here may be our chance , Bob,'' he said in a low tone. ' The cart halted in front of the tavern and the stout man, who now wore ordinary clothes jump-ed down. Dick met him at the door. ' "Where are yo u going?" he asked. "An' it's you, eh? 'Appy to see you . We're goin' out to try and gather up some coi n on our way." "Would you take me and my companion through the British lines?" "Why, for sure. Why not?" . "We ai:e what are called rebels; we are Amer ican patriots. I do not wish to make trouble for you, but--" "No trouble at all, my dear sir. You 'ave a strong voice for one of your age." "I am not as old as you think. I am but a boy." "Well, whatever you are, you've clone me a good turn, an' I'll stand your friend." CHAPTER IV.-In Strange Company. The showman, :vhose name was Jeremy Bo! ton, from Shropshire, partook of a mug of home brewed at the tavern, and then returned to his cart. There was not a n y too much room for Dick and Bob in the cart, but all were glad to see them. Dick took off hi s wig, turned hi s coat and made a decided change in. his appearance. The chilcl, who was about seve n years old, and whom they called Fay, delighted to see Dick again. She was more please? with him as a boy, and mcessantly to him. When they were nearmg the lower lines, Bolton said to Dick: "If you and your chum know any tricks, it will helQ you through a lot." "We can do many things,'' Dick answered, "and we will be glad to help you and your entertainment as much to make money for you as to de ceive the guards." Reaching the guard hous e, the cart halted and

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THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON 5 the officer of the guard, a rakish-looking lieuten ant, came forward and said: "Well, sir, where are your passes. Don't you know that this is a military post?" "I 'ave no passes, sir," the showman answered, "except one honest face, a good 'eart and a troupe of money makers, fit to please any one." "Mountebanks , eh? What can you do?" "Ground and loft tumbling, balancing, \rcstling and fencing." "Bring out your players and let us see what you can do." The wagon was
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6 THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON dark. Dick at once reported to Colonel Magaw what he had learned in the city, relative to the intended attack upon Fort Washington. Word was at once sent to the commander-in-chief, at Fort Lee on the other side o:l; the Hudson. Returning to the Liberty Boys, Dick found them greatly interested in Bob's account of their adventures . Bob was now in uniform, and present ed quite a different figure than. upon his recent entrance. The boys sat about the fires occupying themselves in various ways for some time, but at last the camp grew dark and still and only the tramp of the sentries could be heard. In the morning there appeared to be no sign of any move on the part of the enemy, but there had been two days mentioned, and Dick decided that the next must be the one meant. "It might possibly be to-day, some time later," thought Dick. "So it will be as well to be on the lookout." Receiving Colonel Magaw's permission to go out on a reconnoitering expedition, Dick disguised himself and set off. He had a magnificent coal black Arabian, name d Major, which he often ro
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THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON 7 "Hello, my dear," he said, ki ssing the child. "I am going back with you this time." Then he drew up first one leg and then the other, till he sat on the sill. Reaching as high as he could with his hands , he swung off. Down he went with a rush, but Bolton and Theodore were ready to catch him as he neared the ground. "That was a lovely swin g, but I don't want to go as high as that very often," said the child. "I trust tha t you won't have to, for my sake," returned Dick, with a smile. "Here is your horse," said Theodore. "Thank you, but it is not safe for me to re main longer. Good-by, little sweetheart." He kissed Fay, who had been taken out of the swing, jumped into the saddl e and rode away. "There is no need of going any farther," he said to himself, "and I have probably learned all I could." He presently heard some one coming toward him and halted. There was no knowing who it might be, and Dick determined to take no ri s ks. Dismounting, he led hi s horse into the bushes .and made him lie down. In a few moments a number of redcoats appeared on the road. With them was Riddell, the spy. "That fellow must know the plans of the fort, and the arrangement of the troops," said the man. "Yes, he is the captain of a troop himself." "Then we must make him tell us all about it." "Yes, if he will." "If he will?" echoed Riddell. "He can't help himself. We'll hang the young rebel if he re-fuses to tell." "They say he's a peculiar young fellow." "So he is, but it takes the pluck out of any one to have a rope about his neck." "Then you think you can frighten the truth out of him?" "I am sure I can." "And I am sure that you won't have a chance," chuckled Dick, as the spy and the redcoats rode on out of sight. He now led his horse out upon the road and went on toward the American lines. "It w.as just as well that I was cautious," he said to himself. "Riddell would have recognized m e in a moment and I could not have returned without meeting other e n em ie s ." At that moment he heard horses coming on behind him at a gallop. He looked back and saw that it was a party of British dragoons. They might not recogn ize him, and then some of them might, and he did not care to put himself between two d ange r s . He went on at good speed, therefore, the dragoon giving chase. If he had had his own horse, there would never have been any doubt of the result. Now, however, he was not certain. And in a moment he heard some one coming in the opposite direction. "If it happens to be some of our fellows, it is all right,'' he muttered. It was not, however. It was a party of redcoats headed by the imperious captain of the day before. "Jove! There is the young rebel himself, this very the officer shouted. Dick was caught between two fires. Both parties were rapidly approaching him, and there seemed to be no escape. Dick Slater was a boy <>f resources, however. He was not going to let himself to be taken, if there were a possible way out of it. He turned his horses' head toward the fence and urged him to it. The horse understood that he was to take the fence, but stumbled as he reached it and sent Dick flying. Over it he went, landing on all fours on soft ground. , He was not injured, and quickly picked himself up, diving into the bushes. His horse . fell against the fence but did not break it down. Some of the dragoons now attempted to take the fence to go in pursuit of Dick . One of them was thrown and fell into a soft spot, which Dick had avoided. He arose, hi s hands and face plastered with black mud and looking very iidiculou s . Another went over all right, but his horse got in the bog and was extracted with great difficulty. One got over on good ground, but by this time Dick was out of sight. He made a rapid detour, came out upon the road well in the rear of the redcoats, and hurried on afoot. "Better to l ose my horse than my liberty," he said to himself, as he hurried on. Before long he heard the clatter of hoofs behind him . "They are coming back after me," h e muttered. Quickly taking off his hat and qoat, he stuffed them under a bush in a way to make it look as if he were hiding there. Then he ran on at full speed, the clatter of hoofs drowning the sound of his footsteps. The redcoats saw his coat, sup posed that they had discovered his hiding place and surrounded it. Then they called out to him to come out, under pain of being shot. He did not obey the command, and the fierce captain would have ordered his men to fire, had not one of them pulled Dick's hat and coat from the bushes. The delay had allowed the young patriot to escape, and the captain was greatly angered and disappointed. Dick went on in his shirt, hose and breeches and was now safe from pursuit. The weather was not sharp for the season, and Dick would have endured a good deal more for the sake of his freedom. CHAPTER VIL-Mysteries . When Dick Slater entered the camp on foot and without either hat, coat or weapons, the Liberty Boys knew that something had happened. "Hello, Dick, what's the matter?" cried Bob . Dick told the m the story, all bein g greatly interested. "Those Boltons are regular trumps," declared Bob, "and we ought to do something for them." "If every boy puts in a s little as s ixpence, it would mean over two guineas for them,'' said Ben. "And that is something, these days," observed Sam, "and I'm sure we think Dick is worth six pence." "They may get along this way," remarked Bob, "and if they do, we must help them, for Dick's sake." Shortly after noon Dick and Bob set off on their horses along Spuyten Duyvil cree k to the bridge, to cross into Westchester. They wore their uniforms, as they were not likely to meet any enemies in that direction. 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8 THE. LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON and to look at the condition of certain defences, and to report upon them. Near Kingsbridge they came upon the Boltons, with their traveling equipage, making their way toward the bridge. "Where are you going?" asked Dick. "Across into Westchester to see what money may be picked up," antiwered the showman. "I think you are wise to stay away from here. There will be a battle very shortly." "So I understood from what I 'eard the redcoats say. I 'ave no liking for battles. They don't bring hin any coin." "Tell me," said Dick, riding alongside the cart, "little Fay is not your own child, is she?" "Well, no, she ain't," the showman answered, "but my 'eart goes bout to 'er, as much as hif she were." "You have adopted her, then?" "Why, no, we 'aven't, rightly. We found 'er when we was travelin' hover in the hold country. She was a wee thing, about t}lree years hold." "Was she lost?" "We couldn't tell whether she was lost, strayed or stolen, fdr she couldn't tell us nothink, an' so we took 'er in an' did for 'er like." "And you n,ever learned anything about her?" "Nothink, an' then we come over 'ere, thinking we could do somethink better, an' so we 'ave, but 'aven't found 'ide nor 'air of the young un's peo ple." "Did you expect to?" asked Dick. "Well, we hopined we might, bein' has we found 'er near a seaport. We 'aven't found nothink, an' we've kept the things she 'ad on an' the keepsakes, hopin' they might lead to identifyin' 'er." "And they have not?" "Not yet." "Had you no clue to her name?" "No; only the letters what spelled her nameF. A. Y.-worked in her clothes." "Then you called her Fay on that account?" "Yes, and that seemed happropriate like, bein' as she was a fay in her looks, pretty and dainty, and delicate like." "But this i s a hard life for her." "No, s he seem s to like it, and she's 'ealthier than she ever was before." "But sbme accident might befall her, as might have happened yesterday." "Very true, and yet we always look hout for 'er. I don't know when me belt slipped before." "Well, I should be sorry to have anything happen to her." "So should we, sir, all on us. Young Theodore jus t hadores that young 'un. 'E ain't the only one, neither, but t'others is." "Theodore is not your son?" "No, 'e's a waif an' a stray, toQ, but 'e's a clever lad, and we'd be as sorry to lose 'im has if 'e was our hown." "Well, you seem to take as good care of him, and I trust that they will be a comfort to you." Having crossed the bridge, Dick and Bob left the strange company, and went off upon their errand. "They're an honest company, after all, Dick," said Bob. "Yes, they seem to be, although somewhat un couth." The boys had finished their errands and were making their way toward the bridge when they saw two young ladies on horseback coming rap-idly toward them. . "Hello, there are the girls!" cried Bob. "So they are," said Dick. "They are not being run away with, are they?" "No, I think not, and they are running away to escape an enemy up this way." The boys rode on to meet the two girls, who drew rein upon perceiving them. The girls were the boys' sisters, Edith Slater and Alice E sta brook, and their sweethearts as well. The bo y s were like brothers, the sister of each be ing the sweetheart of the other. "Were you girls in any hurry?" asked Bob. "No, but our horses were, " laughed Alice. "A man had a dancing bear," explained Edith, "and our horses took fright, but not enough so to become unmanageable." "Bolton ought to get hold of him,'' laughed Bob, "to add to the perfo1mers." "Where were you going?" Dick asked. "There are likely to be exciting times around the fort very shortly." "We came to see some friends at Kingsbridge, but we are going away very soon." "I would advise you to do so, as I do not know at what time there may be trouble." "Mother needed some medicines," added Edith, "and we rode down to get them." Dick and Bob lived near Tarrytown, and Dick's mother was an invalid, never having recovered fully from the of her husband's death a few months before. The girls now rode on, being in haste, and the boys continued their journey. At the bridge they saw a crowd gathered, and Bob said: "As neither Major nor my bay are afraid of these trained beasts, suppo s e we take a look at this one. We may get an idea or two. " They were to get more than he suppo s ed. CHAPTER VIII.-Dick and the Bear. Sitting their horses on the edge of the crowd near the b r idge, Dick and Bob watched the ant i cs of the p erforming bear, and listened to the o bservations of the s p ectators . The bear had a leather muz zle and a heavy collar, to which a rope was attache d, one end being held by the exhibitor. -"Now, then," said the latter, putting a stick in the bear's paws , " show the ladies what a fine soldier you are." Then he gave certain commands, which the bear obeyed, going through the drill with evident great intelligence. "Ah, you are de great soldier. You are in de harmy, yes? What harmy do you belong to?" "That fellow is pretending,'' said Dick. "Yes ; sometimes he speaks very well, and then he speaks brokenly." "He forgets to do so. He can talk as well as either of us." The bear began to walk with a very uncertain gait. "W'at harmy is that-the British?" Hisses were heard on all sides. "Oh, dey no like clat. W'at you t'ink? The Americans win this fight?"

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THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON 9 The bea1 shook his head. Then a number of the spectators began to express their opinions. "The bear is as much a cheat as the pretended Canadian," whispered Dick. "Is that so, Dick?" greately astonished. "Yes ; that is a man in a bear's skin. I believe he is a spy as well as a cheat." "Do you think so, Dick?" Bob whispered. "Yes," and then in a loud tone: "Be ca1eful what you say, good people, the bear is listenini;, and will report what you say to General Howe. ' Many laughed, but the bear began to move to-ward the edge of the crowd nearest the bridge. "That is no bear at all, but a man, and a spy at that!" cried Dick. The spectators began to murmur angrily, and press upon the bear. The latter suddenly seized his rope and made a dash toward the crowd. Many, still thinking him a bear, scattered and made way for him. Then he '3uddenly threw back his head and showed the head of a man beneath. "Riddell, the spy!" cried Dick, charging at him. The pretended Canadian quickly disappeared in the crowd. Riddell, drawing his pistol, aimed it at Dick as h e' ran. Many, not noticing the man's head, ran, horses being frightened al s o, and the greatest confusion prevailing. Riddell could not handle his pistol readily, with his bearskin gloves and pulled one of them off. Dick was charging . at him now with his.own pistol drawn. "Stop or I'll fire!" he cried, with a clear way before him, but Dick was fast gaining upon him. Seeing no other chance of escape, the man suddenly l eaped upon the rail and jumped into the water, still in the bear's skin. Dick dismounted, ran to the rail and watched for him to come up. He shortly appeared, far downstream , having gotten rid of his clum s y disguise. This was presently seen floating downstream. The spy swam under water toward the New York shore, and presently disappeared around a bend. Dick waited for Bob, whom he saw coming, and said: "Well, our bear has disappeared, and I do not thin k that Mr. Riddell will use the disguise again. " "It was lucky that you di scovered the cheat." "Yes, for he could have made his way into the camp, and perhaps into the fort, and learned rnu.:-h." ' How did you manage to detect him, Dick?" "First, from the man, who I knew was a cheat. Then the b ear's motions were not natural. Next I saw his eyes." "You ob serve everything, Dick," with a laugh. "Well, a go od many things, at any rate, Bob." "I thought it was a bear, and I guess that ev-eryone else did." "They took it for granted, judging by appear ances." "It was a very c lever thing to do, and I believe that if yo u and I had not b een around, he would have learned many things." "I think he would, Bob." "You would have succeeded better, Dick." "Perhaps, but I wou ld not care to be hampered with a di::-guise like that." Dick now mounted, and he and Bob rode back to camp. Bob told the story o f the dancing bear, the boys being greatly amused as well as interested. There was great excitement at Fort Washington that evening. General Howe had sent a demand for the surrender of the fort, with a threat of proce eding to extremities should he have to calTy it by assault. Morgan replied that he did not think Howe would carry out a threat so unworthy of him, and added that "actuated by the most glorious cause that mankind ever fought in, I am determined to defend this post to the very last extremity." Thus matters stood at the close of the day of November 15. CHAPTER IX.-A Double Upon being apprised by Magaw of his peril, General Greene sent over reinforcements, exhorting the colonel to stick to his position, and not to give up the fort. The Liberty Boys heard the news, with others, and were greatly excited. It was not necessary for Dick Slater to tell them to do their best, for they had already determine
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10 THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHING TON not accomplish impossibilities, and had retreated in good order toward the fort to tell Cadwalader of his danger. Meanwhile Rawlings had kept Knyphausen and his Hessians. at bay until Rahl forced his way up a steep height, carried a redoubt there, and directly up the steep north side of the hill at the creek. The rifles of Rawlings' men, as well as the guns, had become clogged from frequent dis charges, and were now useless. The Hessians drove the riflemen from their stronghold, and drove them to. within a hundred yards of the fort. Cadwalader, doubly assailed, made his retreat to the fort, but told Dick to fall back toward the creek, check the enemy all he c011ld, and make his escape if possible. Cadwalader fought his way valiantly back to the fort, his line of march being strewn with Hessian dead. The I..O>erty Boys held back a considerable force of the enemy approaching from the river, till at length Dick beheld the British colors flying over the fort. There was no further hope, and Dick at once gave orders to fall back. He knew a hidden pass among the hills, leading to Kingsbridge, and at once sent the boys in that direc tion, led by Bob. He remained behind himself, with Ben Spurlock and a handful of brave fellows. Bob took the lead, knowing the pass, while Mark commanded the rearguard. They had nearly all departed, and Dick and his brave fellows were about to follow, when there came a sudden alarm. From an unexpected quarter a strong force of British burst upon them. "Away with you, boys!" shouted Dick. The plucky fellows obeyed, Ben Spurlock, on his roan, being close' to Dick. A horde of redcoats dashed after the boys, and two or three on each side seized Dick by the legs, pulling off his boots. Then Major was halted, but dashed away again, at Dick's command, when the gallant young captain was pulled out of his saddle. Ben defended Dick, but was capture d, both being hurried off to a fence at the side of the road, in full sight of the fort. The leader of the redcoats was the very captain whom Dick had met on one or two occasions. He recognized Dick, "and ordered him bound to the fence, his boots being thrown on the ground at his feet. Ben was held by two redcoats, while the officer stood in front of Dick. "Why shouldn't I order you thrashed within an inch of your life?" he demanded. "You are quite capable of such an unusual act,'' Dick replied, the officer having a cruel face. "Take a bludgeon and beat some sense into this rebel,'' said the officer to one of his men. A brutal-looking fellow tore a stout splinter from a fence rail and came forward. Ben Spurlock glared at the man and muttered angrily under his breath. "Say 'Long live the king, and death to all reb els!'" commanded the officer, glaring at Dick. "I will not!" answered the brave young patriot defiantly. "Beat him till he doe s !" growled the captain, nodding to his underling. At the command of the heartless officer the brutal redcoat raised his stick to strike Dick, bound and helples s . Ben suddenl y broke away from the men who were holding him, ran forward and knocked the redcoat down. CHAPTER X.-An Uneasy Prisoner. There was instant confus ion when Ben felled the redcoat. In the first place, the man was much heavier than Ben, and the thing surpris ed all. Ben Spurlock had all his mus cle s well developed, however, from constant exercise in the open air, and possessed more strength than one not knowing him would have suppo s ed. With the swiftness of a lightning flash, Ben now sn a tched one of the captain's pistols, turned it upon him, and said hotly: "I've a mind to serve you out, next, you brute! Don't you know the courtesy due to one of your own rank?" The captain flushed angrily, and some of the redcoats made a dash at Ben. "Run, Ben!" cried Dick. "I will be all right." Ben scurried away, secured his horse, and went dashing off toward the pas s. He met Mark and some of the boys, with Major, and said: "Dick is in the hands of the enemy, but there's no time to do anything now. We will have to watch for a fitting opportunity to rescue him." Meanwhile, upon Ben's escape, another officer had come up and said to the captain: "Captain Marsden, you will occupy the farm house yonder as a guardhouse. Who is this rebel officer?" ' "He is Dick Slater, the rebel spy, an--" "He is a captain. Why is he bound ? " Marston colored and replied uneasily: "He is a slippery fellow, and I thought he would get away. Then the fellow is a s py, and he---" "He is the captain of the Liberty Boys, and should be treated with more respect. Untie him and take him to your quarters. Keep him a prisoner, but treat him with proper respect." Dick was unbound and put on his boots and then the captain and his party went over the farmhous e, about a quarter of a mile distant. The captain was in a surly mood, and had nothing to say to his prisoner. Dick was placed in a little garret room at the top of the house, and left to himself, the door being lock on the outside. He had reason to congratulate himself at not being taken to the fort. The garrison had surrendered as prisoners of war, the men being allowed to retain their baggage and the officers their swords. It was likely that they would s oon be sent down to the city to crowd the prisons there, and Dick considered himself most fortunate in not being with them. "These are not the most comfortable quarters " he said to himself, "but they are preferable to 'a prison, ai:d there are more chances of escape." The wmdow was small, and at some height from the floor, Dick being unable to look out from where he stood. There was a chest of drawers in an attic room, and this he pushed under the window and climbed upon. Sitting on top of it, he could look out and see the grounds at the back of the house. There were guards po s t e d there, and probably on the road also the place being an outpost. ' "There is little chance of getting out by this window," he said to him se l f , "so the guards are superfluous as far as I am concerned." The window was too small for him to squeeze

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THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON 11 through, and even if he could have done so, there was no way of seeing down. The window was a dormer, but there was no ledge along which he might walk, and he had nothing by which he might lower himself. "I mu s t get out by the door, if any way," he said to himself, "and that means danger." A sudden dash when some one came to bring him his supper might accomplish it, and this seemed to be his only chance . There was no door connecting w ith any other room, and the one door there was seemed too strong to break down. As he dropped down from the chest of drawers he stepped on a loose board, which creaked. "Hello, this may be my chance," he said to himself. He turned it on its side and ran it along in a space between the floor beams. He could reach beyond the door without meeting with any obstructions. The space between the beams was sufficiently wide and deep for him to crawl along. "If I do not go crashing through the ceiling, this may be my chance," he said. Then he tore up the board next to the one he had already removed. The boards were wide, and the space he had made by removing them was sufficient. "Now, if there are only some more loose boards in the passage without, I shall be lucky," was his thought. He pushed the chest of drawers against the door, which ope ned into the room. The weight of the piece of furniture would prevent the door from being opened readily. This might be an advantage, but at all events Dick meant to give the redcoats all the trouble he could. Having pushed the heavy chest against the door, he bethought him to look into it. He opened one drawer after another, and at last came upon an old blue military cloak with a scarlet lining. "This may be of use," he said, as he drew it out, "and it will keep me from be i :ig covered with dust." He wrapped it about him, closed the drawer, and then got into the space between the beams. It was dusty, but the laths below and the plaster on top of him were strong, and he felt never a crack as he crept along. When he had got under the boards he had none too much room, but he did not have any too little, so that was a comfort. He seemed to know when he had passed under the door, and after that he began to feel for loose boards. At last he found one. Now to get this up without cracking the plastering under me," he thought. He pressed upward against it, and it broke off short, where it was nailed to the next beam. The board on the near side of the opening thus made was secure. That on the far side was loo se , fortunately, and Dick was able to raise it. The noi se he had made had not been heard apparently . He listened intently, but could hear no suspicious so unds. Then he drew himself out of the hole, and replaced the boards. "It was lucky for me that the hous e was old, and the boards oose and worm-eaten," he muttered. He was covered with dust from head to foot, and he was glad that he had thought of the cloak, for the saving of his uniform it afforded, if for no other reason. "So far, so good," he said, as he shook off the dust. "Now, what next?" The next was the opening of a door at the-foot of the attic stairs. CHAPTER XL-Back in Camp. Dick had got out of the attic room none too In another moment footsteps were heard commg up the steep attic stairs. Dick was now out of the house. He saw a horse standinoat the gat:e. He the horse and upon his back. Gallopmg away for some distance, he came upon a detachment of the Liberty Boys who had set out to rescue. him. The boys were delighted to see that he was safe and after telling them of his adventure, they set out for the camp. Evening was rapidly drawing on and it was after sunset when the boys reached the camp. Bob and the rest received them with wildest demonstrations of joy upon their ar rival. '.'I kne.w I c?uld trust Mark to get you out," sa},d the impulsive young first lieutenant. Ye.s, but I didn't," Mark. "He got out himself." However, none of the boys would give Mark ;ess credit, for he had been ready to go to Dick s assistance as soo n as it grew dark and it was only by good fortune that the young captain had got ahead of him. The effor't had been made, and Dick himself knew that the boys would have done all they could if his own attempt had failed .. Mm k and Ben and Sam and the res t got all credit therefore, as they deserved, and it was a. happy lot of boys that rested in camp that after the fall of Fort Washington. The ;'-'1berty Boys had made a brave stand, and, even if they had been defeated, no one thought any the less of them for it. was a sh1;1-rp lookout about the camp that as 1t was possible that th
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I 12 THE LIBERTY B O Y S A T F O R T W A SH I NGT O N "Hello, there, get out of the way, you clown!" s ho uted the leader of t he redcoats. 1't was Marston, Dick having recognized him before he spoke. Bolton's horses, for some ap parently unaccountable reason, suddenly refused to budge. They were in such a position that no one could pass either in front or behind. The lane did not cross the road, but merely ran into it. The pole, sticking out in the rear, prevented the redcoats passing that way, and the horses were so near the side of the road that there was n o room in front. Dick and his companions turn ed swiftly and dashed away. And then the show man's horses suddenly became tractable again, and gave the redcoats tl1eir share of the road. By that time, however, the bo y s were nowhere to be seen. "Why did you hinder us, you cur?" stormed the captain, riding alongside the cart. "Lord love ye, sir, them 'orses does just what they takes a mind to. I cawn't do hanythink with 'em when they gets that way. " "You saw us coming. Why didn't you wait?" "Why, bless yer 'eart, sir, them 'orses is that f ond of show that they wants to be in it, and you couldn't drive them hout hof it." " I believe you're a rebel yourself, and you stop p ed so that the other rebel could escape." "What hother rebels was those, sir? You cawn't mean the young gentleman in blue that rode so fine?" "Yes, I can, and I do," sharply. "That young rebel got away once before, and when you were about, too. I believe you had a hand in it then, although I never could tell how it was done . It was the most extraordinary thing I ever heard of." "Yes, sir, 'ow was it done, sir? Per'aps I could explain, sir." Marston muttered something under his breath and drew off his men, evidently not caring to ven ture too far into a hostile country without know ing more about it. Dick and Bob had not been so far away at the time, and Ben and Sam were not much farther. As the angry captain and his men rode away, Dick and Bob came out from behind a thick clump of bushes where they had been hiding. "Thank you, Mr. Bolton," said Dick. "You hap pened by in the very nick of time." "I was glad to be of 'elp to you, Captain," said Bolton. Fay, hearingDick's voice , looked out between the curtains behind the showman. "How do you do!" she said quaintly. "Pretty \veil, thank you, little sweetheart," Dick returned. "Are you going with u s?" the child continued. "No, my dear, although I hope to see you agai n soon. Corne, boys, we mu s t follow these red coat<>." "You won't let them catch you, Captain?"_ Fay asked. "No, my dear, we will not." T h e boys then rode off once more in the direc tion of Kingsbridge. They caught sight of the >reclcoa.ts in the distance, and went on. At length, a s they rode on continuously, they saw s ome of the redcoats i n front of a large, well-shaded h ouse, settin g well back from the road. Some were standing unrler th• while sat ill comfortable chairs on the broad veranda. "That looks like Marston and his party," ob served Dick, "bu t I would like to know whether they are just stopping there for the time, or if t hey have taken up their quarters at the house." They advan ced somewhat nearer, keeping hid den behind the trees and watching the redcoats. "It looks as if they were quartered there, Dick," muttered Bob, at length. "Yes, so it does." "I like their impudence!" "I don't," with a laugh, "but I think I might take advantage of it. " "How so, Dick?" carelessly. "By capturing our arrogant captain and mak ing the redcoats exchange one of our men for him." "Jove! that's a saucy idea, Dick," exclaimed Bob. "vVell, they call us 'saucy young rebels,' so I don't see why we should not do saucy things," with a smile. "Jove! if we can do it, Dick, it will increase their respect for us fortyfold." "I would not mind taking down the puffed-up fellow several pegs," chuckled Ben. "It may teach him manners," added Sam, "and dear knows he needs it. " "We'll think it over, at any rate," continued Dick. They saw a teamster approaching, and when he came along Dick asked: "Are the redcoats quartered in the hous'E! yonder?" "Wardle's? Yes, they be, an' it's a big piece of impudence. Old Cy Wardle is as good a pa triot as lives, an' it's a mighty shame to have redcoats quarbered onto him." "Yes, so it is; but let us hope that they won't stay long." "He'll stay as long as he can, Marsden or Mar ston, or whatever his name is. He's a regular hog, to my way of thinkin', an' I'd like to see him drove out, right away." Dick smiled, but said nothing, and then the boys all rode away toward the camp. They over took the showman and his family, and Dick rode alongside the cart and said: "I wouldn't go very far. There is a quiet littla inn quite near here, where the rates are very reasonabl
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THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON 13 "I suppose I may be included in the arrange ments?" with a chuckle. "By all means, and Ben as well. He is interested, as he has a grudge against the fellow." "Not a grudge, altogether," laughed Ben, "but I'd like to see the pompous fellow taken down, and, as for that other chap, I'd like to give him a thrashing." "They both deserve it," sputtered Bob. "Mar ston had no right to order the man to strike Dick, and, if any one des.e1:ves a thrashing, he Reaching the camp, the boys quickly put on cli> the house in the meantime, and had seen ths captain writing at a window. He saw nothing; of either the spy or the man he had knocked down, however. It w as quite certain that ths man would remain at the house for that day at least, and neither Ben nor Sam remained theM: for any time. Later Dick sent three or foll!' other boys to observe the house. They were simply to pass it without stopping" , a s if they were on an errand and, after a reason able time, to return. One carried a bundle whicll he left in the bushe s , and another returned wi1h the same in a differ ent wrapping. The last bGyt to pass the place r eported having seen MarstO!l at the window of a front room on the second floor. In the afternoon other boys reconnoitered, and reported that Marston was still at the house. As late as sunset Dick himself saw him there; and had no reason to believe that he intend61 leaving. Then he went to the inn, where Boltm had gone, saw the showman quietly, and said:

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14 THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON "We are going to carry off the Britis h officer who is at a farmhouse below." "I knew you 'ad somethink on your mind, Captain, " laughed the mountebank s oftly. "He is the man with whom you had some difficulty this morning," Dick continued. "Rawther a hupstart sort of chap, I take it. " "Ha ve your cart hitched and standing in the road a little below here at nine o ' clock." "Very well." "When you hear the croak of a frog you will know we are coming." "And you'll 'ave the hofficer, I suppose?" "If not, you will hear no sound." "You'll want the missus and the family , jus t as hif we were on the move?" " Yes, and a n extra pantaloon dress." "Very good, you shall 'ave it." Dick returned to the camp and call e d Bob, Ben, Sam and some others to his tent. "You, Bob, with three boys, must advance in front," he said, "and overpower the guard with a s little noise as possible." " All right." "Then Ben must enter at the rear with three .others, and Sam must hold the road with half a dozen. " The bo ys nodded. Then Bob and I will enter the hou s e, go upstairs, and surpris e this f e llow." "And all to be done at a signal?" a sked Bob. "Yes-the cry of a hawk." CHAPTER XIV.-How the Plan Succeeded. None of the boys had s e e n Riddell again since the morning, and it was likely that he had gone back to the i s land. . "He was probably trying to learn if we we1'0 anywhere about," observed Dick. "And not seeing us, he probably went back," answered Bob. "Yes. It would only complicate matters, if he were at the house, and we do not want him." "N-0, we do not," promptly. All the arrangements h aving been made, the boys left the camp something after eight o'clock, in three parties , each taking a different. road. They all wore greatcoats, as much on account of the chilliness of the night air as for the purpos e o f concealment. It was something before nine o'clock when they neared the house, dismounted and went stealthily forward. Ben stole through a lane on foot to the rear of the hous e . A number of redcoats were sitting around a fire near the house. There wa..!? a light in the upper front room occupied by Marston. There was also one on the lower floor , and a sentr y paced up and down on the veranda. Sam held the r(}ad to Kingsbri dge, while B o b a dv ance d stealthily with his party. S tealing toward the gate, they opened it noi s eles s l y . The n the cry of a nighthaw k w a s h e ard. "H'm! that's an ill-omened bird," muttered the s 'entry . Bob a n d his boys crept quietly along in the dark till they neared the v eranda. Then they s u d denl y s pran g upon the guard. They wore thick woolen ho s e over their shoe s , and made no noise they advanced. One stuffe d a gag in the s entry's mouth, another di sarmed him, and a third drew his arms behind his back a nd se cureys," said Dick. Then Bolton brought out a loo s e one-piece pantaloon's suit, and Marston w a s q uickl y clothed in i t. "What doe s this m ean?" he d emanded angrily . "You are on e of t h e c ompany o f m o u ntebanks for the p 1 1esent," said Dic k. "And if y ou S'ay y o u a r e n ot, y o u will get a bullet i n your head, " added B o b . The angry and deepl y ch agrined pris on e r w as tucked away in a corner o f the cart, where Andrew and Alexander B o l ton tol d him to lie quiet a n d beha v e himself, and n o harm would c o m e t o him. Bol t on was a lready on the driver's seat1 and h e now d r ov e o ff at an e a s y jog. Dick ana Be>b s a t on thre i r horses i n the middle of the road and li stened. In a moment t h e y heard the clatter o f hoofs . "The alarm has b ee n given ," s aid D i ck . "For w ard!" The boys rode on and at l ength overtook the s ho wman. "The red coa t s have tak e n t h e alarm s o oner than I thought the y w oul d , " s a i d Dick.

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THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHING TON 15 "Well, I 'ad a hidea they would myself," Bo!' ton answered, "but it's all right an' proper. 'Ee's asleep." "You have not harmed him?" anxiously. "No, we 'aven't 'urt 'im, but 'e won't give us any trouble." "Very good , " and the boys rode on. "They may have changed the guard sooner than we anticipated," observed Dick. "Yes, or one of those fellows may ha vie freed himself, and then ieleased the others." Whatever it was, there were men coming on at a gallop, and they had torches with them. Dick and Bob turned into a side path and hid themselves securely . Up came a number of redcoats, and one said to Bolton: "Hello, Mr. Showman. Have :you seen a party of rebels go this way with a prisoner-a British officer?" "I saw no British officer pass by, sirs, but there were young gentlemen in blue and buff, if you call such rebels." "Young gentlemen, indeed!" scornfully. "Young rebels, marauders, robbers; that's what they were!" "They did not look like that, surely,'' replied Bolton. "You haven't hidden any of them in your cart; have you?" asked the redcoat. "You can look if you like,'' the showman answered. CHAPTER XV.-A Startling Admission. One of the redcoats pulled aside the flap of the cart cover, while another held up his torch. "We were that tired that s ome of us 'aven't 'ad the time nor the hinclination to change our clothes," said Bolton. Andrew and A lexande r wore the gaudy clothes jn which they performed their various feats. Between them lay the figure of a clown, fast asleep. He wore a ridiculous costume, and an absurd wig, and had his face painted in fantastic style. Not one of the redcoats recognized him as Marston, but he was, nevertheless. "We must go on,'' the redcoats said. They rode on, but neither saw nor heard anything of the Liberty Boys. Then, fearing to go too far, and fall into a trap, they turned back. They passed the showman going on at an easy jog, on their return, but did not trouble him. Not long after the final departure of the :redcoats some of the Liberty Boys rode up, and Dick said: "You will not need to go on for the rest of the night. Our camp is not far off." "Very good, Captain. I'm not unwilling to stop, myself." The cart was drawn up inside the camp, and the ho;rses taken out and looked after. There was no alarm during the night, although a strict watch was kept, as usual. The mountebanks slept in their cart, as they often did at .night, but the captured redcoat was put in a tent, strongly guarded. He awoke in the morning, and was highly indignant at finding himself dressed in such an absurd fashion. He tore off his clown's dress and wig, and rushed out of the tent, only to be stopped by two of thE;? boys. "Where is the rascally leader of this scoundrelly band of young rebels?" he hotly. "\Ve know of no s uch person," answered Ben. "Captain Slater is no scoundrel nor rascal. More ovier, he do es not order a helple ss prisoner to be beaten by a brutal sol dier." The captain flu shed angrily, and answered: "You rebels will be roundly punished for this abduction." "Capture, Captain," corrected Ben. "There is a difference. You are a prisoner of war, not a kidnapecl person. I must oblige you to go to your tent and await Captain Slater's pleasure." Something later young Theodore took some warm water, so ap and shaving utensils into the captain's tent. "The captain thinks you may want to make yourself presentable before he s ees you, sir," the boy said. Marston looked sharply at him, muttered some thing under his breath, and said: "You are not one of these "ras cally young rebels?" "N-0, and they are not rascally ,young rebels. They are patriots, and young gentlemen." "They dragged me out of my quarters and put me in a cart, dressed me in an absurd fashion, and painted my face. Don't you call that rascally?" "That was father who made a Punchinello of you," with a laugh, "and then, all is fair in war. Why, your own men did not know you, and we got away with you as quiet as could be." The captain finished his shaving, looking as precise and as ready for inspection as ever. Then he turned to the boy and said: "You are not one of this troop of soldiers?" "No, I am not old enough; but if I were, I would be one of them." "What are you, then?" "I am Mark Theodore Bolton, the boy wonder, ground and lofty tumbler, acrobat, clown, and .merrymaker." "ls this showman your f.ather? You do not look likie him." "No, sir, truly he is not; albeit he has been one to me, and all of us. I am a waif and a stray, he says, but he has been good to me, and so has Mother Bolton. So have the big boys. No beatings, no hard words, sharing the best with them, and like one of their own." "You are fond of them?" "Yes,'' simply. "They have been good to me." "But this is a hard life." "All life is hard, they say. A soldier has a hard life. So has a sailor. Farmers fear the savage foe, and dwellers in town the raids o f the redcoats." "Are you content with it?" "Till something better comes,'' simply. "You were born here?" "No ; or at least I was not found here. Father Bolton found me in England. I have been with him there and in this country." The captain looked pale and anxiou s, and at length said: "You can tell the cook that I will have my breakfast, and, if you will, let Captain Slater kn-0w that I am ready to see Him." "Very good, Captain," and the boy departed. He spo ke to Dick first, and the latter \vent to the prisoner's t e nt. "You must pardon any in conveniences to which you may have been put, C::ptain said

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16 THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON Dick, "but we had reS-Olved upon your capture, and were bound to accomplish it." "By George, you are a plucky young rebel, I must acknowledge." "Not a rebel, Captain. We do not know the word. We are patriots-American soldiers. You do not like to be called invaders, nor we rebels, and yet you are invaders, while we are not rebels." Marston blushed, and then asked: "What do you know of this boy, this young tumbler?" "Very little. B<>lton tells me he picked him up, alone and friendless, in England, when a mere child, and has cared for him since." "Captain Slater, I honestly believe that the boy is my son!" CHAP'l'ER XVI.-The Proofs Found. "Your son, Captain?" repeated Dick, in utter astonishment. "Yes. He will be here agai11. shortly. Observe him carefully." "I will do so." . In a moment Theodore entered and said: "Your breakfast will be ready at once, Cap tain. Do you wish me to remain?" "Yes," said Dick, while Marston nodded. Now that he -was a prisoner and dependent upon others, he seemed to have lost much of the overbearing manner which had made him so in tolerable. He was evidently of good birth, but had been accustomed to having his own way so l-0ng, and had been so accustomed to regru :ding every one in l!.Il inferior position as beneath him, that it had warped his judgment and made him arrogant and tyrannical. Now 'that Dick saw the man and the boy together, he noticed a strong resemblance, which had not struck him before. There was the same color of the eyes, the same features, allowing for the difference of age, and the same expression when Marston was at his best. "Do you remember your father, boy?" asked .ithe captain. The boy looked at him fixedly, as if trying to remember something. "I don't know," he said. "There was some one, long ago, it must be, who used to take me on his shoulder and ride me around." "Was it Bolton?" asked Dick. "No, it was before that." "Were there any birthmarks that you can remember?" Dick asked, turning to the captain. but sometimes they fade out, and 1;1re often identical on children who bear no relation to each other." "Still you might ask." "It might do no harm. Have you two moles on your chest with a fine line running between them?" to Theodore. "Yes, I have; and one high on my left shoul. "The boy had tlrose marks," said Marston, "but that would not be proof enough. I have been disappointed too many times to trust to them a!One." Dick stepped to the tent and said to A1thur Mack::iy, who was passing: . uw;11 vnn on t" Mr,;_ Rolton and ask her if she has ,any of the things which Theodore wore when they found him?" , "Yes, Captain," and Arthur went off, Dick returning to the tent. , "What was this person called?" Marston asked Theodore. • "I don't know. Did I use to wear a red c:oat like a soldier? Did I have a whip, and did I once hit him so hard that he said something cross? Have I been told this, or did it happen?" "What else do you recall, my boy?" Marston asked. The boy knitted his brows and seemed to be thinking deeply, and said: "I don't know. Things are jumbled in my head. Some happened not long ago, but I get them mixed. Who was Leo? Did I know any one of that name?" "What do you think?" "Oh, I know; he was a big dog, a big black dog. He wasn't the man. I used to ride on his back, but he did not always like it, and once--" The boy paused. "Yes, once?" asked Marston. "What happen ed?" The b-0y put his hand to the of his fore head. "I got a bump and a cut when h.e threw me off, didn't I ? Isn't the mark there now?" "Yes, it is," and the captain gave Dick a look of intelligence. At this moment the showman's wife came into the tent with a little shirt of fine linen, now yel low, and a little red cloth trimmed with tarnished gold lace. At sight of them the boy cried: "Why, that's the coat now!" Marston blanched visibly, and asked: "Where did you get those garments, my good woman?" "The boy 'ad 'em on when we found him in the road, hover in the hold country. We kept them, thinkin' has 'ow we might hidentify 'im with 'em some hof these days." Marston suddenly caught the boy to him and embraced him fondly. "There isn't a doubt of it, Captain," he said . "The dog was Leo; he threw the boy from his back and caused him to cut his head. There is a blood stain on the shoulder of the jaaket now, and the scar is still there." Theodore looked with wondering eyes from Dick to Captain Marston, and then to Mrs. Bolton. "Are you my father?" he asked, at length. "Yes," said the captain. "And will I have to leave Mother Bolton and the boys and Fay?" "N-0w don't you worrit hover us, my boy," said the good woman. "'Ere's your f.ather, what's been lookin' for you for all these years." "Yes, I know. It's grand to have a father. But then have all been good to me." "If you would like to stay with these good people, Edwin-that is your name-I can not ob ject. I am a prisoner myself. Some day, how ever--" "If you will give your parole," said Dick, "you will be released." "Not to take any further part in the war?,. "Yes!'

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THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT vYASHINGTON 17 "I would have to return to my own country, and give up my commission." "I do not see how I can release you otherwise. We are under military rule, and must turn you over to the general to be exchanged or detained as may seem fit.11 "Let me think of it," said Marston. "You are not going to march at once? 11 "We shall not be here very long, as our posi-tion is a very dangerous one." "Will you give me an hour to think it over?" "Yes.11 Dick then left the tent, the boy remaining with Captain Marston. "Well, our capture of the redcoat captain seems to have accomplished more than we thought," said Dick to Bob. "So it would Do you think he will givie parole?" "I don't know. He is very proud, but the fact of his recovering his son may influence him. " "He is full of prejudice, calls us rebels, thinks we are in the wrong, and probably hopes to be a colonel or a general some day.11 "And hates to give up his prospects by promising .to take no further part agains t u s .11 "Yes. Well, we will not march for an hour, but we must keep a watch on the enemy." The camp of the Liberty Boys was in a secluded spot, and would be hard to find, but the boys kept a strict watch up o n it, nevertheless . The hour was not up when Ben Spurlock saw a man lurking near the camp, and at once challenged him. "Come out here!" 11e said sharply. "What do you want? Who are you?" The man at once beat a hasty retreat, and Ben fired at him, taking off his hat. A number of the boys came running up, and Ben said quickly: "Hurry after that fieHow. I believe he is Riddell, the spy." The boys hurried after the fellow, but he presently jumped upon a horse at the side of the road and e scaped. Sam picked up his cap and carried it back to camp. Under the band were papers which proved him to be Riddell. These were at once given to Dick, who said: "If the man has seen our camp, he will bring the redcoats down upon us." Orders were given to break camp, and go on the march without delay. While preparations -.,,ere going on, Dick went to the tent of the prisoner and said: "The location of our camp has been discovered, and we are about to march. This is necessar.y for our own safety." "Very good," was the redcoat's answier. "You will have to go with us, therefore, unless you have made up your mind." "I have done so." "Yes?" "I will not give up my parole." "Then you will continue with u s, and Theodore will return to his fosber parents." "You will deprive me of my son ?11 "There is nothing else to be done. He is not a prisoner." "Then wait the hour is up." "Very well." CHAPTER XVII.-Marston's Deci si on. The Liberty Boys made all haste to get awn.y, a rearguard staying behind to cover the retreat of the others. Dick commanded t.he rearguard, Bob going with the advance. Before long they he-ard thia clatter of hoofs, and knew that the enemv were coming. Dick was something beyond tl1e old camp, but he knew by the sound that the enemy had gone that way. "If Riddell knew anything of us, he m:ist know that we would not stay in camp after we were discovered," said Dick. . "He may have thought that we did not know him," suggested Ben. "But you fired at him, and you would not h'.ffe done so if you had not known him to be an enemy and a spy." "He certainly ought to know that, but the enemy may have thought that we would remain." "Or -else Ridde\J supposed he was not known." The boy s presently fell back still farther. so as to be nearer to Bob and the main body. T:1en they heard the tramp of men, and fell back for:n ing a solid line at a bend in the road whe1;e their full force could not be estimated. Presently the irppeared. Seeing the firm attitude of the Libert y and supposing that the whole troop was there, and perhaps oihers, they hesitated about advancing. The ground was not favorable for a flank move ment without making a long detour, and the redcoats began to come on warily. Dick drev ; back out of sight, and presently dashed away after Bob at full speed. The enemy seemed to fear a trap and were still wary . By the time they reached the turn of the road the boys were out of sight, and getti;ig farther out of sight every mo ment. They d i d not follow, fearing to be entrapped, and the gallant lads encamped farther up the i iver, where they were safe. The greater part of the patriot troops were at Fort Lee Washington being at Hackensack, in the Jerseys'. Dick thought it likely that they would he or dered to join the main body before long. H e did not wish to go too far, therefore but halted •at a safe distance from the enemy. They were quite near the river, and Dick set his iruards s o as to watch this as well as the road. The Bolton s had the Liberty Boys on their march, go rng with the baggage train. Captain Mars ton had ridden with the advance, Theodore going with him. The boy went into his tent and was with him when Dick entered. "Run out for a time, my boy, " said Dick. "I wish to talk with the captain." The boy went out and saw Bob at a little dis tance. "I have. tried 'to get my father to stop fighting the Amencans," he said to Bob. "And what does he say?" "He says his duty is to his king." "But if the king is wrong?" "He says the king oannot do wrong.11 "An old notion which has been proven to be false m-0re than once. Kings have often donE:, wrong." "He says we are rebels, and that he will fight u s till we are conquered." "He will neYer live to see that day." •

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TI-IE LIDERTY BOY S AT FO RT WASHINGT ON "So I told him. lie 1 ; •uL s to send me to his hoi ,1e in England till the wa1 is over. " "\,ell, if you are hi s s on, I do not know that Dick can refus e this, but the cas e is not proven yet." "Don't you think I am hi s s on, Lieutenant?" "Yes; but it has g-ot to be settled by the courts fi r st. Do you want to go wit h him?" "Yes , but I do not want him to fight the Lib erty Boys . Do you think h e would not if I asked him?" " But you have asked him?" ' Yes, and he says h e will fight all rebels. Can the captain stop him from taking me away if he fights us?" "The captain will hav e to give you up, but we can't give him up a s a prisoner." "What will they do wi t h him?" " I don't know." "They won't kill him?" anxiously. "Oh, no. They may exchange him for one of our men." "And after that I coul
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THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT WASHINGTON 19 At this point the current se t in close toward s hore, and then took a sudden shoot <>ut toward midstiieam. If the captain had struck this eddy he would be carried by it well out from shore. "If he had been watching the wate r, he may have noticed this and counted upon it." "Yes, I see it," said Dick. "I think he'll come up well out from shore." "Yie s , and perhaps he thought of that." "There he is!" cried Bob. It was beginning to grow dark, but it was still light enough to see objects on the water too far out. Two heads were now seen, and m a moment two forms, swimming downstream. '.l'l:ey were the captain and Theodore, the man givmg the boy material assistance. They were too far out to be reached by the boys, even with a boat. One had been found, and was ready to be launch ed. The tide was setting at this time the natwally swift current bemg mcreased. The 'captain was evidently an able swimmer, and seemed thoroughly at home in the water. So far as they could see, l:e giving the much assistance, encouraging him at the same It was growing darker every moment, and Dick . gave orders not to launch the boat. "The thing was planned well," he said, "and the man had everv chance of succeeding." "Do you think ' th e boy knew of his intention, Dick?" asked Bob. "No for he would have tried to persuade his fathe1: from it." "True f<>r Marston caught him sudde nly in his arms, leaped into the river." "Knowing that the current would carry thiem out of our reach." . "They are not far from Fort Washington, and will be picked up, no doubt." . , The two swimmers had now disappeared, but were probably safe. "Well h e got away, and he bias his boy with him," Bob, "so I suppose he is satisfie d now." "Yes and I cannot blame any of the boys. They not have foreseen this." "No and they did not wish to keep ngnt on the heels. A natural delicacy would prompt them to allow him a certain privacy." "Certainly, and I shall not hold them responsible for the prisoner's iescape." Ben and Sam came up at . "Don't say anything about it, boys, he said. "It was not your fault, and if it is going to do the man any good to have his son with him, I am glad that he has escaped." La:tei: Dick saw Bolton il;nd "Was the boy: a good swimmer 1 "Like a frog' or a fish, Captain. T>his -current would have been bad for him, but with the cap tain to hencourage 'im, and give 'im a bit of 'elp now an' then, 'e'd get on famous." "Then he is probably safe, and they have reached the British lines by this time." "I'm sorry to los e thie lad, but glad 'e's found 'is g-overnor, and I ' ope 'e'll be 'appy." "I suppose Fay will miss him as much as any of vou." "i reckon s he \\ "ill, for 'er an' 'im was great pals , but maybe we'll find that tl:e child of some big swell, and the tw1J on em will make a grand match of it, .one h?f these ?ays. "Perhaps hliey will," with a srrule. , Not long after dark word came to the Libe11;y Boys that they were to proceed up the river a.t once and cross over. CHAPTER XIX.-How Fay Fared. '11ie Liberty Boys were greatly excited O\'Cr the prospect of joining the main division of the army in J ei-sey. Preparations for d eparture were begun immediately. "We are going away, but I suppose you will remain <>n this side of the river?" "There will be no more chance of making a living 'ere than by fo.Jlowing the harmy about, I hopine," returned Bolton. "Yes, and I have a reason for wi shing for you to stay on this side ." "It's not likely that I'll ever go back to Shropshire," .the showman returned, if I can get 'old of a bit o' property 'ere, I think I'll settle down." "A very good pl a n." "The lad was one of the best cards; me an' the missus is gettin' hon, an' the boys allus was 'ot for bein' farmers ." "Very sensible in them, too," said Dick. "Yies, I reckon it is, myself." "I don't like the idea of the child's continuing in this life." "No, it's 'ardly the thing for 'e. r, has s he grows hup." "My mothel' lives between Tarrytown and White Plains. I will give you directions how to iieach it." > "May'ap I could get 'old of a bit o' property around there. I've saved hup a tidy s um in the time." "I think very likely you could. Will you leave Fay at my mother's for a time? My sister will take excellent care of her." "I don't see the 'arm. The young 'un 'II be glad of the change, for she'Ll iniss young Theodore tremenjous at first." • "Then suppose you do. It will pleas e me, and I am certain it wil! please the child." "I'll do it, Captain." The Boltons took leave of the Liberty Boys when the latter set off for the place of embarka tion. Boats were ready, and the boys were s oon on their way. "Baitsy," said Carl, "we was der rifer on al ready." "Sure an' Oi know that. Did ye think Oi thought we wor under it?" "Dot was water, ain't it?" Carl continued. "Av coorse it Is. A river isn't land, nire boy." "Don'd you vas avraid been dot you was been seasick?" Carl laughed. Patsy was ailways seasick on the water, and Carl knew it, and liked to make fun of him on that account. "Go on with ye, Cookyspiller. Oi'll throw ye in," muttered Patsy. "No, sir, you don'd was big enough to doed dot." "Sure thin Oi'll get Bin an' Sam an' some other fe!Iys to help me do it." "Humbugf" sputtered Carl. "Dey was mein vr:iends been choost as much like yours All the boys laughed at this, and Patsy was

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.. 20 THE LIBERTY BOYS AT FORT W.P_SHINGTON not seasick. They landed a little above Fort Lee and went 'into camp, settling down in a short tin.1e: Dick and many of the boys were of the opm10n that the enemy would not be satisfied with remaining in New York, but would be eager to pursue the patriots into the Jerseys. Dick gave orders to watch the river, therefore, and give instant warning of the approach of the en emy. days later, on. a dark and rainy night, D ick hnnself was patrollmg the river bank with some of the boys. It was quite late when Dick caught a s u spicious so und. There were boats on the river, and quite a number of them. The young captain approached closer, and at last saw the boats landing. He and the boys set off posthaste to the fort to give the alarm. Word was sent to Washington at Hackensack, while Greene ordered the ganison under arms, and sent out tl.'oops to hold the enemy in check. The Libe1ty . Boys joined troops, b oing glad of something to do. Cornwallis had crosseq the river with s ix thousand men and a number of cannon and having got the artillery up the steep bank, we;e ready for offensive operations. Upon Washington's ar rivfil at the fort hie was told that the enemy were extending themselves across country, and saw at once what their plan was. They inte nded to form a line from the Hudson to the Hackensack and hem in whole garrison between the rivers. Nothmg could save them but a prompt retreat to secure the bridge over the Hackensack. The retreat began a t once, the troops being recalled, .and all haste being made to get away. The_ Liberty. B.oys remafoed with Washington dunng the stirrmg campaign which followed and distinguished themselves in many a fight. ' "Oi say, Cookyspiller," said Patsy, one day in camp, "Oi want a bit' av salt pork for me shtew." "Why you don'd went afder it alreatty ?" "Shure an' Oi t'ought yez might go for me." "Nein, I don'd like dot salt pork mit dot shtew." "Dhin Oi suppose Oi'l! have to go mesilf." When h! set off, his musket over his shoulder, Carl followed. The two comical Liberty Boys were walking along the road, when Patsy said: "Dhere do be a loight forninst us." "Yah, I was saw dot." "It's a cabin." As the boys neared it, Patsy suddenly said: "Hould on, Dootchy." "What der matter was?" "Dhere's a redcoat in it." "Is dot so?" "Yis; can't yez see um?" nwhat you was doed mit him?" "Take him back to dhe camp, av Throngh the window of the little C'.\ ; in Pasty was sarr> that he saw a scarlet uniform. "Co1n2 ":: , " he said. Then both boys went forward and entered the cabin witr out knocking. Entering the main door at once, Patsy threw hi s musket to his shoulder, and shouted: "Surrendher or Oi'll blow dhe hid off yez!" A rough looking man in a red shirt suddenly toorl: his ftet off the ta:..le, dropped his corncob pipe, :-.nd said: "What's ther matter with yer, boy? I'm er good Whig like yerself." Carl began to laugh immoderately. "Shure an' Oi axes yer pardon," said Patsy. "Oi t'ought yez wor a ridcoat." "What can I do fur yer, boys?" asked the man with the red shirt. "Yez can give me a bit av salt pork for me shtew." "Of course," laughed the settler. Then the women of the house came in from the kitchen and announced that supper was ready. Patsy got his salt pork, and more besides, and set off for the camp. It was during the next summer when the Liberty Boys were on the Hudson that Dick met Bolton. The man had bought a farm, and wll!s working it with his wife and two sons . Shortly before Dick's meeting him he had seen the so licitor of an old English family. The latter had followed him from England, and after a considerable search, had tracked him. Searching for a J.ost child he had hi t upon the trail of the showm an. The farther this led the more the proof grew that the child was with them. At last the Boltons were found, and inquiries were made of the child they had found. Fay was proven to be Florence Augustine Yonge, the initials of her name forming the name which the Boltons had bestowed upon her. She was the grandchild of wealthy people, who had left no stone unturned to discover her whereabouts. The Boltons, being well satisfied of the claims of the Yonges, delivered Fay to the solicitor, who returned with her to England. At the same time he gave the former showman and bis wife a handsome amount of money for their care of the child. Fay had fared much better than Theodore, therefore, and the Boltons were greatly pleased. At the defeat and surrender of Burgoyne, Dick saw Captain Marston for the first time since his into the Hudson on that November night nearly a year before. He was now Colonel Marston, but would have to give his parole with Burgoyne or remain a prisoner of war. He deter mined to take the former course, and said to Dick: "I }i{;.ve formed a different opinion of you peo ple. We shall never be able to conquer you." "I told you as much last year, Colonel; but tell me, where is your son, and how i s he progress ing?" "He is at home, and doing well. If I had taken his advice, I would have given my parole a year ago." "Tell him that h e .nay meet his little sweetheart sooner than he thought, for ohe is in Eng-land now." Dick heard from both of Bolton's charges later and, some time after the heard that they had klept the p1'0mise s made as children and were married, two old families being thus i{nited. Next week's issue will contain "THE LIBERTY BOYS AFTER THE REDCOATS; or, THE BATTLE OF BUCK'S HEAD NECK." )!"!

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THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76. 21 CURRENT NEWS THIS FLY WHEEL DID FLY. A large fly wheel on a bailing outfit in Roches ter, N. Y., used by the Pavilion Natural Gas Co.m pany in that place, broke loose from the machme and flew over three houses and crashed through Miss Helen Elwell's dining-room window. Miss Elwell was in the kitchen at the time and suf fered no injury. SW ALLOWED BOOZE EVIDENCE. A police plot to capture an alleged bootlegger failed when Mrs. Mollie Richardson of Richmond, Va., chewed up and swallowed the evidence, a marked $5 bill. The three officers on the job sent a "spotter" in with the bill to purchase a pint of liquor, but reported later that they had only suc ceeded in losing the money. VODKA SEIZED IN RAID. Vodka, manufactured by Andrew Fischt, a Rus sian, at Haddonfield, N. J., was seized and de stroyed the other day after police carried Fischt's farmhouse by storm. Fischt, armed with a shotgun, had barricaded himself in his house and threatened the officers. He held the police at bay half an hour, but finally was captured without injury to any one. He had driven his wife and children out of the house, the police say, and they were found walk ing along the road, half frozen. Two large stills were found on the place and forty gallons of whiskv and vodka. Fischt's wife reported that he sold liquor to Russians in Philadelphia. INF ANT PRODIGY. The recently published story of Ralph Edgar Spriggs of Little Rock, Ark., who at the age of thirty-four months is able to read, has brought forward a rival for infant educational honors in James William Stroh, thirty-eight months old son of Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Stroh of Stuttgart. A resi dent of Stuttgart vouches for the fact that at the age of eighteen months little Jam es William rec ognized and pronounced the entire alphabet, and when only two years old spell words of three and four letters and recite nursery rhymes. He is able at the present time to read sentnces, either written or printed, and is said to be very fond of his books. "SKIRT TRAPS" EN'l'ANGLE BOOTLEGGERS ON BORDER. Women spies to catch bootleggers, known among the rum runners as "skirt traps," are the la.test government device to check importation of whisky across the Canadian border. The women thus employed are those who have been more or less known for some time in the night life of the border towns and cities. There are, of course, ex ceptions. It i s their to become acquainted with men who are suspected of booze running and win their confidence. The women that are in a position to acquire information of the movements of the smugglers prove of great value to the revenue agents. So far even the smugglers themselves have been unaware of the workings of these latest government agents. An elaborate spy system of has been built up and is in working operation. Scraps of information, obtained in many in stances only after long and patient endeavor, are transferred to Federal men agents. In several cases, it is reported! information given by these women has resulted m arrest of men which other wise would never have been made. The women operatives are said to receive high pay. THE THRIFTY ELF. By Roland Coles Treadwell. Once a tiny elfin hunter on a sultry summer day Set a trap to catch a minute as it sped along its way; He took a little needle and a tiny bit of thread And hung them neatly out of sig:ht away up head; Then when the hapless minute came a-gliding on toward night Down dropped the little needle and the hunter had him tight! But eager elfin hunter kept on trapping near his bower Till with sixty minutes captured he exchanged them for an hour; And he them and exchanged them in his enterpr1smg way, Till he had a dozen hours-these he traded for a day. But altho' he swapped and traded days for months and months for years, Yet he ne:er f61'got the minutes that had made them, 1t appears, For far distant, he is minute-hunt mg stillYes, he's hunting and exchanging and he's at it with a will! ' Now this clever little hunter let a secret out to me: You can all be minute-hunters, girls and boys, as well as he; Catch the little fleeting minutes with your needle and your thread, Or with pencil, book or shovel you can make a trap instead; And you each can do still better than the thrifty Jittle elf-Trade your captured time for money then buy Thrift Stamps for yourself. ' These in turn you'll soon be trading for a Savings Stamp, and then whe n a "Gov'ment Bond" you've purchased-start to hunt ar.d trade again! -BUY W. S. S.--

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22 TH E LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 . Tim Turpin of Temagam A TALE OF THE GREAT NORTH WOODS By Ralph MC'rton (A Serial Story) CHAPTER XII (continued) "Oh, father!" she cried. "I'd no idea that this was suc h a dangerous life. Do you suppose that any of the m e n who work for you will get in jured?" she asked. Her father patted her cheek lovingly as he res p onde d: "My dear, every line of work in this world has its d a ngers, and the thing that a great many peo ple do not kno w is that all these different kinds of labor have their heroes, too. They may be wearing blue jeans, overalls, or mere rags, but they have just as brave hearts as ever beat beneath the glittering buttons of a soldier's uni form." The girl looked down toward Tim and Bob, who had picked the m se lve s up, and were brushing the snow off their clothes. "Father," she said, "maybe they do have incidents like this in their lives, but I do think that young Tim Turpin is very brave and unselfish to risk his life so . A single one of those logs behind might have caught him and broken a doz e n bones, or killed him. It was wonderful that he escaped as he did." Her father smiled at her as he started up the hill once more. "Well, my dear, you've been at boardingschool, and have not seen much of real life. These men who work for their living and fight nature are used to this sort of thing. They all help each other when the time comes , and it is such bravery which makes their success possible." When the two of them reached the highes t level at the top of the chute, Henderson came forward, with a broad smile on his face. "Well, Mr. Lawrence, what do you think of the qui c k work of Tim?" he asked. "He's a great boy, and I hope some day he'll be a top-notcher in your company." "Well, you know what I told him I'd do for him"' said John Lawrence. "He saved my life last' night, and I am going to give him the job of traveling from one camp to another, as my representative, as soon as this line of work is o ver. I have room for a bright fellow, and don't yo u ever think that I am no t grateful." The girl spoke up, with a most interested look on her face: "And wlll Tim Turpin ever come to Portland where we live, father?" she asked. Andy Henderson, the foreman, could hardly resist an amused chuckle; he saw which way the wind was blowing, but said nothing, and Lawr ence was too busy looking at the work of the m en to notice this little remark, and May evidently thought better of her words, for she did not repeat the question. She saw Henderson's laughing eyes, and blushed as she looked away. "Well, I guess I kind of. see some rivalr:1 be tween those two young fellers," thought Hender son, as he looked down the hill toward the two boys. Bob Gordon had been pretty badly bruised by his quick excursion alon g the chute; however, he was little the worse in spite of all . for like Tim, his rugged con stitution was use d to such unexpected strains. "Tim, you certainly did some gallant work there . • I would have been mixed up in a bundle of s awdust in the bottom of the chute by this time, if you had not taken that running leap at me from the side. Tim shook his head modestl y . ."No, Bob, that was nothing. You would do t h e same f.or me. and I'm only repayinga c 2r tain debt tna t I have owed you since you saved my life at the risk of your own in the deep water. I don't forget such things, Bob, and would do anything in the world to help you, for you proved your eternal friends hip, and real friends never chang e." Bob flushed guiltily and looked down, with a sudden feeling of shame. He realized then that he was not worthy of this fond friendship. He remembered his own jealous feelings at Tim's success with old Lawrence. But Bob had a curious streak in hi s perhaps it was caused by his weakness for gambling and drink, which Tim had so ofte n tried to cure him of. Or it might have been due to his own ambition to suddenly become succes sful, and to envy others who were less bragging, and yet a ccompli s hed more. This streak of selfishness was de stined to make him forget all friendship, and to sacrifice even the honor of his trusting chum. Bob looked up the hill, and saw May Lawrence gazingdown at the two of t h e m . Ever\ so close upon his own rescue, he could not resist an unkind thought. He looked at his friend, and then laughed, as he said a most unkind and ungrateful speech, one which left its sting with the other lad for many days. "Well, Tim, friendship is all right, but I guess you've made a pretty good hit with that girl, and had to show off in front o f her, looking like a regular hero. I suppose that's what you followed me down the hill for." Tim's face flushed, but he said nothing. "Go on, speak up!" cried the other, " you're trying to cut me out, aren't you? Well, I'll get the girl, all right, and have her crazy about me before she leaves this camp, or she'll never leave it alive, I tell you that." Tim's eyebrows were drawn into a frown, as he looked at his friend, very sadly and earnestly. "Now, Bob, why do you talk that way? You shouldn't use a fine girl's name in such a manner in front of me or any one el se . Yo n ha v e onl y known her for a day , and you are a common lumberman in the emplo y of her father, w ho is a mil lionaire." Bob threw his h ea d back, and laughed contemptuously. (To b e continued.)

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THE LlBER".:'Y BOYS OF '7( 23 THE NE\VS IN SHORT ARTICLES. COST OF AMERICAN FORCES IN GERMANY. The total cost of the American forces in Germany from the beginning of the occupation to June 30, 1920, amounted to $257,065,084.35. This sum includes maintenance (officers, men, animals), charges peculiar to the army (civilian labor, rentals and billets, claims) and a net debit (surveys, salvage sales, etc.). Under the terms of the armistice, Germany is obliged to reimburse the United States for the cost of the American forces in Germany. To June 30, 1920, Germany had paid on this account $34,724,658.78, including credits for sales, leaving a net balance due the United States of $222,340,425.57. GET HUGE MOOSE. Louis W. Hill of Minneapolis, chairman of the Board of Directors of the Great Northern Railway, has returned with six frienc !s from a hunting trip in the Alberta mountarns. Thi! party killed seven bull moose, which is the legal rate of one per man. There were some fine heads in the lot. The moose that fell to Mr. Hill's rifle had a spread of 59 inches across the horns , each of which had 14 points. -The party went to Jasper Park by the Grll;nd Trunk Pacific Railway and struck north from that scenic wonderland into the Rockies dominated by Mount Robson. Mr. Hill makes an an nual hunting trip to this part of Can.ada, which is considered one of the best game regions on the contiricnt. TO ATTEMPT TRANSCONTIENTAL FLIGHT. An attempt to fly from Florida to California in twenty-four hours is to be mad.e on 22, 1921, by Lieut. Alexander Pearson, Jr., Air Ser., U. S. A now on duty at Douglas, Ariz., according to a ;tatement made by Major Henry C. Pratt, Air Ser., U. S. A., as announced in a press dispatch from Fort Sam Houston. Lieutenant Pearson flew in the army transcontinental flight from Roosevel t Field, N. Y., to San Francisco and return in October, ;1919. The proposed flight is to be made in three hops. The starting point is to be Pablo Beach, near Jacksonville, Fla. The first stop is to be at Ellingtoi:: Field, Fort Sam Houston a distance of 804 miles; the second at Fort 660 miles, and the third at Rockwell Field, San Diego, 615 miles, a total of 2,079 miles. The flight will be the first attempt for a continuous across-the-continent speed record. The two stops are to occupy only forty-five minutes each. GREAT FIRE RAGING. Residents of Lower West Scranton are living over a raging furnace, while officials of the Delaware, Lackawanna and Western Railroad Company, together with members of the local police and f'.ire departments, are making an effort to determme the exact location of a fire in what is be lieved to be old mine workings about 500 feet below the surface. The fire was discov ered the other da" when huge clouds of smoke began pouring through the airshaft of the Continental mine, of the D., L. and W. Company. At that time it was believed that the fire might have extended from the blaze that has been raging for years in the Continental inine. The other night, however, fire broke out anew in the old central airshaft of the same com pany and also in West Scranton, and set fire to the wooden framework running through the open ings. It is now beli ev ed that there are two mammoth mine fires instead of one, and that the flames are spreading over an underground area of approx fifty acres. The new blaze spread rap idly to-day east and west, reaching a considerable area on either side of Garfield avenue, along Washburn street. The presence of gas and black damp prevented firem en from going down the shaft in the ..1ttempt to find just where the blaze is located. While there appears to be no immediate danger .to the thousand_s of people livin g over this parti_cular area, officials fear that if any surface settlrng s hould occur whil e the blaze is raging the fumes of gas, sulphur and black damp would creep up through the crevices and possibly enter ho!lles of the residents, with results that might m some cases prove fatal. "MYSTERY MAGAZINE" SEMI-MONTHLY 10 CENTS A COPY LATEST ISSUES 63 TH.I<] CLCE 0.b' THE HBU LAMP, lJy Charles Ful ton Oursler. 64 THE SCHEME OF EOLOi\ION SN.AR.I<], lJy Willia Ham!Iton Osborne. m 65 QUICKER 'l'HAN 'HE EYE by Ralph Cummins 66 THE. CLUE IN THE D.AlH( ROOM lJy Cra1gle. • 67 THE TONGUE OF OSIRIS. by i\Iarc Edmund Jones 68 WADE'S llIG CASE, by Ethel 69 THE SPIRIT BELL. hy Ctarles Fulton Oursler 70 BEH11'D 'l'HE WALL, by Julian 71 THE ADMIRAL'S SPOONS, by William Hamilton Osborne. 72 THE .CLUE, b.v Thos. J. 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24 THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76. THE MYSTERY OF THE LIGHTHOUSE By Horace Appleton. There had always been extant a tradit_ion in Southport of buried gold. The legend had !t that old Captain Fisher, an old-time pirate captam, had at one time made his rendezvous upon the storm bound cape. There, it was said, he had buried a vast treas-ure. th Just where it was buried, of course, was e mystery. . Somehow there was a popular belief that the gold would 'be found under the old lighthouse on the point. . This had long been in disuse since the new light had been constructed on the other side of the cape. . h 11 At the base of the cliff, snug agamst t e wa , there was built a homely fisher hut, the abode of old Jerry Proctor, and Ann, his wife. . Old Jerry was a fisherman, and had at one time been the master of the light in its palmy days. "If anybody knows the location of old Captain Fisher's buried treasure, it ought to be Proctor" averred Sam Woods, an enterprismg young iawyer of the town. "As .fo! myself, ,I doubt if it ever existed, except m somebody s verv fertile imagination." Hiram Goodhue, the magnate of the town, and a grasping speculator, overheard this remark. "That may be," said old Goodhue, in a rasping way "but I don't believe he knows anything at all it. If he does, would he not long since have brought out the wealth and spent it?" "Not necessarily," replied the young lawyer coolly. "Jerry is somewhat of a miser himsel! I have no doubt that he has a small fortune of his own stored away somewhere." "Humph!" exclaimed Goodhue. "It is time that he devoted some of it to the purchase of a cleanly of clothes and made an appearance at church. He has not been out of oilskins since I can remember." Sam's face flushed a little. "Indeed, Mr. Goodhue," he said, in an acrid tone, "I hardly see how you can afford to criticise old J crry so severely. He has earned his money by honest work, not by defrauding widows and orphans. As for his attending church, I know personally that in his own heart he is a good Christian." "I can understand your interest in him, sir, and why you should defend him. I believe Miss Olive Martin is his niece." They were at the moment upon the steps of the Sea Bird Inn, the resort hotel. of the place. N eaT them stood several men who weTe listening with idle interest. One of these was a tall young man with a swarthy complexion. He seemed to listen eagerly, and there was a curious gleam in his eyes. He turned away and went quickly down the street. At this mort\ent a young girl, slight and petite In figure, with a face of rare beauty, came in sight ol the village street. Sam's face brightened at sight gf her, and he managed to get away from the knot of men upon the piazza, and a short while later overtook her in the path which led out to the point. It happened that Hiram Goodhue, who was riding leisurely homeward in his phaeton, saw the meeting. "Few suspect it," he muttered, "but I am possessed of facts to prove that Olive Martin is heiress to a fortune of half a million left by an uncle intestate in California. She is the nearest of kin. She would make my boy Jack a good wife, and the half million would fill my coffers to overflowing. Ah! I will see that she does not fall into the clutches of that pauper lawyer. "As for that buried treasure," he continued, "l think I have at last the clue to the hiding-place of the treasure. I have discovered an ancient manuscript plan of the interior, and if I am not much mistaken there is a crypt reached by secret stairs under the cellar. I will circumvent them all. I can buy the point and the lighthouse of the Government, and that I will do at once." Meanwhile, the two lovers, Sam Woods and Olive Martin, were strolling along the cliff path. "Has anything happened, my love?" Sam asked solicitously. "You seem depressed." "Sam, I must tell you all," she burst forth. "l never had such an experience in my life as today." Sam was astonished. "Why, what was it, my darling?" he asked tenderly. "You know Jack Goodhue?" "That scamp?" "Well, he insulted me to-day by actually asking me to marry him. I was never so disgusted in my life. When I refused, he became abusive and swore that he would ruin you!" Sam Woods towered aloft like a young giant. His eyes blazed with righteous wrath. "That consummate scoundrel!" he cried. "Did he dare to say all that to you? Upon my word, when I see him I'll call him richly to account for it." By this time they had reached the Proctor cot tage. The subject was dropped, but by no means banished from Sam's mind. They were entertained in a simple fashion by the old people. Before they left, by Sam's re quest, he and Jerry walked out to the old light house. They entered, and Sam looked the old place over. "Jerry," he said sharply, "they do say that old Fisher's treasure was buried somewhere on this point. Do you believe it?" "It may be so, lad. I doubt me much, for no one has ever found it." Sam was thoughtful a moment. "Who owns the point, Jerry?" he asked. "The Government, lad. If the treasure was found, I make free to say the Government would rightly claim it." Sam went home that night to indulge in trou bled dreams. Thus matters were, when, like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, the news of a fearful event came crashing down upon him.

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.THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76. 25 It will be rPmembered that at the opening of our story, whil e Sam and Hiram Goodhue were having their argument, a young man of flashy appearance stood near and heard it all. He had left the group suddenly, and a short distance down the street met a rough, coarse visaged man of the ruffian type. "Well, Robin Dane!" he said eagerly, "I have struck lead at last." "You don't m ean it, Bil! Preston!" "You know we were talking about old Jerry Proctnr and his miserly habits. Well, I have a clue that his hoardings are secreted in the old lighthouse." , They then wandered into a sailors' drinking re sort near, and there we will leave them for a while. Meanwhile, the sharp old speculator, Hiram Goodhue, had opened negotiations for the pur chase of the point. He met with such success that in a few days the papers were in his hands, the transfer was made, and the was the owner of the lighthouse. The Proctors were dumbfounded when the mag nate rolled up to their door and demanded the keys. "Ye don't mean to say that ye've bought it, sir?" extlaimed the old man ina stupor. "That's what I mean to say!" cried Goodhue pompously, "and you have just twenty-four hours in which to get off my property." "An' ye don't mean to tear the old light down, friend ?1 ' a s ked Jerry anxiously. "What do y'ou think I am here for?" cried Good hue angrily. "Certainly not to answer questions. I want to explore the lighthouse from top to bot tom. The lower rooms are dark, eh? Well, get me a lantern." Old Jerry tremblingly obeyed. "He knows the hiding-place of the treasure," muttered the money-lender with a chuckle. "I'll get it out of him." "I want you and your wife to accompany me!" he said authoritatively. "And I want you to an swer truthfully every question I ask you about the place." The upper chambers were all examined, Goodhue k eeping his eyes out for a crevice or a niche, but it was not until the lower vaults were reached thii t anythin g of a thrilling nature happened. Then as they entered the cellar chamber and the lantern's light was flashed across the stone floor, a thrilling, agonized cry broke from Old Jerry and his wife. "Heavens! we are lost, Anni" he cried. "Who has been here?" "It is gone-gone!" wailed Ann. Hiram Goodhue saw the cause of their emotion. In the floor was an aperture once covered by a close-fitting slab. Stone steps were seen leading down into a vault below. "Found at last!" he cried wildly and tri umphantly, "the pirate's treasure is mine because I bought and paid for it!" He started to descend the steps with the lan tern sitting on the floor, but old Jerry and Ann, his wife, made a frenzied rush forward and caught him by the coat-tails. "Let go!". the money-lender angrily, try ing to break their hold, which he finally succeeded in doing. Grasping the lantern, he plunged down into the place. Instead of heaps of gold and silver, he saw horrors! blood-blood everywhere, upon the stone floor and walls of the vault, and there in a pool of it lay the frightfully mutil'ated body of a man. Hiram Goodhue stopped to see no mere. He came out of the vault a s if pursued by a fiend. "Murder!" he yelled wildly. "Police! help! It is murder!" Out into the open air he rushed. Back to the town he was madly driven. What followed was a swift, jumbled, awful series of events. The fearful report spread all over the little fisher town that old Jerry Proctor and his wife had decoyed a stranger into the lighthouse and murdered him. In less time than it takes to tell it they were behind prison bars. Poor Olive Martin was in a whirl of horror and despair. But through all Sam Woods, the young lawyer, stood up, and said: "These old people are innocent. I know it, and by my right hand they shall have justice." Sam listened to old Jerry's story. This revealed the fact that the buried treasure of the pirate was as much a myth as ever. The whole s ecret was that for years Jerry and his wife had been misers. Their savings, a matter of a few thousand dol lars, they had hoarded up and secreted in the se cret vault of the lighthouse. Their amazement had been greater than any body's to find the dead body of the unknown man in the vault and every cent of their savings gone. Old Jerry and his wife were held for murder. The day of the trial drew near. Prejudice against the old couple had been very strong. But the plucky young lawyer had been busy at work. "I will clear them," he said. "They are innocent." A smart detective at work on the case un earthed the fact that a man had been caught in a neighboring town covered with blood and wounded. Upon his person was found the exact amount of money lost by the Proctors. He was at the point of death. At once Sam hastened to his side. The result was that he secured a confession in full. He gave his name as Robin Dane, and he was the accomplice of Bill Preston, the man who had overheard Goodhue's conversation with Sam. Dane died with the confession upon his lips. The Proctors were cleared. Their money was recovered, and, profiting by the lesson, they aban doned their miserly ways and lived for better things. Hiram Goodhue was disappointed in not find ing the buried gold. Olive Martin .came into he1 fortune, and in due time she and Sam Woods we r e happily married.

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• THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76. THE LIBERTY B OYS O F ' 76 NEW YORK, FEBRUARY J1 1921. TERM S TO SUBSCRIBERS !Uncle Copies .............•.. Posta1ee 1' ree One Copy 'l'hree Months...... • " One Copy Six )(onths ......••. One Copy One Yf"ar ...•..•.•• Cana lln. Po reign. $+ .1\G. '1 00 Cent• $1.76 3.50 HOW TO st;Nl) )lOl'iEY-At our risk send P. o. 1'Io11P v Orrl(>r. ChPc k or Her,-i slerPd Lettt!r: r eudttances In nuy' otber wn.v are nt your risk. We accept rostn);e !'t11111ps tlie same a 8 r-usl.J. "nr-u silve r wrap the C0Jt1 in a sepnrnte piece of paer t o avoid cut1t11g tho envelope. Write your nnme nnd address plainly. Ad dresH letters to N. Hastlnll'• Woll!', rrea. t FRANK 1:ousEY, E. Byrn,., Treas. Pubhsher, Charles 1':. l\ylnndt•r, S"". ,V. St., N. Y. I TEMS OF INTEREST WATCHES PET TERRAPIN. William Stewart, a night watchman at the Capitol, Frankfort, Ky., whiles away the tedium of the long hours before day observing the movements of a pet terrapin which he turns loo s e te wander at will along the corridors of the building. CHAINED TO COW. When Frank Bob of Youngstown, Ohio, remonstrated with Anthony Dunnevitch for pasturing his cow on Bob's land, Dunnevitch knocked Bob down with the cow chain, tied the chain around his neck and chased the cow, according to information lodged with the police recently by Bob, who said he was dragged 200 f e et. Donnevitch was arrested on a charge of assault. RECORD PRICE OF $1,000 FOR FARM IN CUTCHOGUE. Records in the County Clerk's office indicate the recent sale of the twel v e a cre farm of Dr. Frank D. Peterson at Cutcho g u c , L. I., for a price of $1,000 an acre, said to be t h e high point in farm value s in this s ection. The land i s on the we s t s id e of Depot lane and wa s p urchased by Con Smit h, a Polander , whose countr ymen have been busy gobbling up farms in Smithtown and Riverhead, paying fancy prices, but none s o high as Dr. Peters on received for his land. THIEVES WERE FOOLED IN ANCIENT ROYAL " G E M S . " French bandits are not always as clever as they seem, as a recent robbery in the National Museum a t Saint-German-en-Laye proves. Guards found a ladder against one of the castle windows last week and on making an investigation discovered that a glass case containing jeweled crowns and bracelets of old Kings of Gaul had been brnken open and rifled. Great was the hullaballoo until the news reached So l omon Reinach, the rlfr ector of the museum, who a!mounced with a broad grin that the stolep "jewels" were onlv pash, replicas and that the real jewels were safely reposing in the castle vaults. BANDITS HA VE POOR LUCK. Chicago's bandits had poor luck Jan. 15. At aimost every turn they were frustrated or captured. Albert C. Clark, State Senator, nearly lost $ . J 0.000 worth of liquor. Four thieves , one of them disguis ed a s a maid servant, gained entrance to the home and locked the o ccpants in their room s . Before the .robbers c ould complete loadingtheir motor truck the impriso n e d family's c ri e s had arous ed the neighbors . The pol ice ar-rived and captured the quartet. "' A private banker thre w up a pi s tol in s t ead of his. hands and routed four bandits who later were arrested when they attempted a payroll robbery. Two robbers were outwitted by a bu tcher who was locked in an i c e box. Previous! v he had hidde n his money in the ice box and cut a slit in the door by means of whi c h he released himself after the pair had left. LAUGH S He-This collection of stuffed birds is said to be worth hund1ed s of dollars. She-Is it possible? What are the y stuffed with? • CastletonI want to call on Miss R edbud, and I came away and fol'got my cards. Tutter-Why not u s e one of mine'! Castleton-No, old man, I want to see her. Mrs. Passy-Everybody says my daughter got her from me .. What do you say to that. Mr. Witts-Well, I thmk it was very unkind of her to take it from you. Mr_. Bjones-Don't you think Johnnie is getting too big to be a messenger b oy? Mrs. Bjones-No I'd rather him because there is danger of his getting mto fast company. Teacher (to new pupil)-Why did Hannib 1 cross the Alps , my little man? My Little For the same reas on as the 'en cros s e d th' road Yer don't catch m e with no puzzles. ' . tell me that a goat eats twelve times its in a year. Jill-Doe s that represent much food, do you suppose? "W.ell, it all depends whether what the goat eats happens to be paper-covered nove l s or lead pipe! " . The Suitor (bitterly)-You reject me? Why, if a fellow has a chance to marry a poor hands ome girl or a rich, plain girl, which do think he ought to do? "It looks to me a s if the proper course is a plain one in that case." Customer-Will thes e pants bag at the knees? Dealer-Mein frient, no pants will bag at de knees if you treat dem iight. I tell you how before you go. It ees my own invention. Customer (delighted)-Then I'll take them. Here is the money. What is your plan? Dealer-Never si t down.

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THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76. 27 ITEMS OF GENERAL INTEREST DIAMOND DIGGERS STARVE IN SOUTH AFRICAN CAMPS. Unemployment in many parts of the Union of South Africa is causing grave anxiety there, according to a Johannesburg dispatch to the Central News. The condition of the diggers in the diamond fields at Bloemhof and other places is as pitiable. Entire families are reported to m a starving condition . Many of them are hvmg in miserable crowded shanties. CHICAGO HAS 85,000 CATS. Chicago's dogs top the 55,000 mark, hors es number 30,000, and the feline census equals both, according to the annual report to-day of H. L. Roberts, secretary of the Anti-Cruelty Society. He said: . "We placed more than 600 dogs in homes . We too'k in 4,249 cats, but a lot of them we 'put to sleep.'" A coyote tired and hungry, was rescued on the lake an ailing lion cub was nurs.ed back to health ana' a carrier pigeon's broken wmg was mended the bird returned to the government. SIX FOUND STARVING. A family of six persons near death from starvation was brought to the attention of the Bro, oklyn police the other day. . . The family consists of Peter Aran, h is wife, a son Charles seven years old, and three daughters, Ca;mine and Rosa, twenty, sixteen and eight ye'ars old, respectively. They live at No. 783 1-2 Third avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y. When the police arrived they found all six l ying on mattresses on the floor, in much pain. There was no furniture in the room, no fire and no food. A neighbor, Morris Engelhardt, made a fire and b10ught fruit. An ambulance surgeon from the Norwegian Hospital pronounced all six suffering from starvation. The family are proud Spaniards and the police say they do not appear to care whether they live or die. Men of the Fourth avenue police station took up a collection and sent food to the family. Cap tain James Gilbert will -try to find employment for the father and the two elder girls, Carmine and Lola. The family arrived from Porto Rico about a month ago. The father had of prosperity in America and wanted to share m 1t. SURPLUS OF WOMEN IN AUSTRIA. The Austrian census of population taken Jan. 31, 1920, shows that the number of females has markedly increased, both absolutely and relatively, and in alt age groups, says the Journal of the A. M. A. There are 1,087 females for every thousand males in the whole of Austria, but for Vienna alone the figures are 1,163 to 1,000, an increase of seventy-seven males as compare:! to 1910. But if we take into consideration only those perso_ns classed as of a marriageable age-all un married females or males over nineteen yearswe get quite a different aspect. In Vienna we find 1,413 females to 1,000 males at present, whereas ten years ago it was 1,227 to 1,000. In the rural districts the picture is not so appalling but even there the ratio is never under 1,100' to 1,000, meaning that fully one-tenth of the females cannot hope to marry. Very striking is the change in the industrial and mining districts of our country. While in 1910 there was in these places a distinct surplus of males, now the females outnumber their mates by from 42 to 117 per thou sand. In the purely agricultural districts the difference is not so pronounced. Even in peac e times there was an excess of females, 1,153 to 1,000 which has risen to 1,262 to 1,000. ' HAS A KICK BUT NO ALCOHOL A chance reference by Roqert Louis Stevens on to a bowl of kava sent a New York promote r to the South Sea Islands. He returns with a mon opoly of the kava market and high hopes of putting something over on Mr. Volstead. For kava is a drink that contains no alcohol-but my what a kick! ' little shrub, likened a pepper pl.ant, and variously known for certam medicinal properties as kawa-kawa, kava-kava, kaava, cava and ava is the basis of the beverage. From the uppe; part of the root is exuded a resin which i s a pure chemical compound called kawine. When this is dissolved from the crushed roots and subjected to ce1tain chemical action it becomes kava. When Stevenson cruised the Pacific he found that young boys and girls, selected for perfect teeth, were employed to chew the roots to a pulp. This was allowed to s tand several d'lys in deep jars of water. The resulting liquid was a brownish green, sweet at first taste, but quickly turn ing acrid. The effect, while intoxicating, was more like that of a narcotic than of alcohol. Althoucrh some good effects are .ascribed to the drink, cessive consumption is said to cause eruptions of skin . In. fact, _natives who overindulge m kava acquire a wh1t1sh slough over the skin , which h a s become a mark of di s tinction, as only the wealthy or otherwise influential can afford to get drunk frequently. All the natives, however drink some kav'l, especially during ceremonies fo1'. the removal of a taboo. Recently an English resident of Polynesia has found a great source of profit in growing kava on a commercial scale. The substitution of chemicals for saliva and of • machinery for teeth m'lkes the beverage exceedingly cheap. In just what form the intoxicant will be introduced into the United States it has not b een decided. But it is and will be heard from. ..,.

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28 .THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 . INTERESTING NEWS ARTICLES MIGHTIER THAN HIMALAYAS. Ai;nong the greatest results achiev.ed by the Hedin explorations in Tibet was the of a continuous mountain chain, 2,000 miles long, stretching east and west, and which, taken as a whole is the most mass ive range on the crust of the Its average h eight above sea level is than that of the Himalayas, and although its peaks are from 4,000 to 5,000 feet lower than Mount Everest, its passes average 3, 000 feet higher than those of the Himalayas. . The eastern• and western parts of this range were known before, but the central 3:nd highest part, in Bongba, .was unexplored pre.v10us to D_r. Hedin's visit. He crossed ten passes m the range. OLD WOMAN SWIMS. Mrs. Eliza Steiner Eisenbels of Marshall ave nue North Side, Pittsburgh, Pa., is probably the woman swimmer in the country. She is more than eighty years old. Four years ago marked her entrance into the swimming world. She could just paddle around a little at that time, but swimming tascinated her and she soon became an expert. Last winter she walked a miJe to a swimming pool and missed but one night during the whole winter . One evening the class lacked its usual enthusiasm and spirit. The deficiency was traced to the absence of the spry, old lady. Inquiry at her home brought the answer that there was a dinner and euchre party at a friend's house which she did not care to miss. Until last year she was president of the athletic club at the McNaughter School. She declares she will continue her swimming this winter. A LONG TELEPHONE LINE. The longest land line in the United States was recently opened to the public by the Western Union Telegraph Company, giving direct communication between New York and Seattle. The circuit is of the "printer" type, the operator at each end punching a tape by means of a keyboard for transmitting purposes, while an automatic typewriter receiver takes down the incom in.i; messages in finished form. Throughout the 3,381 miles of the New York-Seattle circuit there are no manual relays, mechanical repeaters being used to handle the messages through the various circuits comprising the line. Four messages simultaneously each way can be sent over the single copper strand, which is grounded at each en
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