In buff and blue, or, Serving under Old Put

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In buff and blue, or, Serving under Old Put
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BOYS OF LIBERTY LIBRARY. 12mo. Cloth, hand10mely boud. Price, each, postpaid, SO ceu. PAUL REVERE and the Boye of Liberty, By John De Morgan. THE FIRST SHOT FOR LIBERTY or The llliaute Men of Maeaacbuaett11. By John De Morgan. FOOLING THE ENEMY. A Story of tbe Sle1e of Boatoa, By John De Morgan. INTO THE JAWS OP' DEATH or Tbe Boys of Liberty at the Battle of Loar laland. By John De Morgaa. THE HERO OF TICONDEROGA or Ethan Allen and Hie Green Mountin Boys. By John De Morgan. ON TO QUEBEC or With Montgomery in Canada. By John De Morgan. FIGHTING HAL or From Fort Necuaity to Quebec. By John De Morgan. MARION AND HIS Mli:N or The Swamp Fox of Carolina. By John De Morgan, THE YOUNG AMBASSADOR or Waahington'a First Triumph. By John De Morgan. THK YOUNG GUARDSMAN or With Waahington in the Ohio Valley. By John De Morgan. THE CRUISE OF THE LIVELY BEE or A Boy'a Adventure in the War of 1812. By John De Morgan. THE TORY PLOT or Savin& Washington' Life. By T. C. Harbau&'h, IN BUFF AND BLUE or Servin& under Old Put. By T. C. Harbaugh. WASHINGTON'S YOUNG SPY or OutwitUn1 General Howe. By T. C. Harbaugh. UNDER GREENE'S BANNER or The Boy Heroeo of 1781. By T. C. Harbaugh. FOR FREEDOM'S CAUSE or On to Sarato&"a, By T. C. Harbaugh. CAPTAIN OF THE MINUTE IIIEN or The Concord Boys of 1715, By Harr~ Irving Hancock. THE TJtADER'S CAPTIVE or Tbe Young Guardsman and The Freacb Spies. By Lieut. Lounsberry, THE QUAKER SPY, A Tale of the Revolutionary War. By Lieut. Lounsberry. FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM or The Birth of tho Stars and Stripes, llf Lieut. Lounsberry. BY ORDER OF THE COLONEL or The Captain of the Youn&' Ouarda. men. By I ieut. Lounsberry. A CALL TO DUTY or The Younc Guardaman, By Lieut. Lounsberry. IN GLORY'S VAN or Tho Younc Guardaman at Loulabourg. By Lle11t. Lounsberry. THE YOUNG PATRIOT or The Young Guardsmen at Fort William Henry. By Lieut. Lounsbury. "OLD PUT" THE PATRIOT or F.l&'hting for Home and Country. By Frederick A. Ober. THE LEAGUE OF FIVE or Waahlngton'a Boy Scouts. By Commander Post. THE KING'S MESSENGER or The Fall of Ticonderoga. By Capt. Frank Ralph. DASHING PAUL JONES, The Hero of the Colonial Navy. By Frank Sheridan. FROM MIDSHIPMAN TO COMMODORE or The Gtoriea of Our Io.rant Navy. By Frank Sheridan. THE CRUISE OF THE ESSEX or lllaldng the Stare aad StrlpN R .. apec:ted. By Frank S~erldan.


"Ha lt shoost nowt" cried out the sentry. "\\1ho goes there?" (See page 151)




Copyright, 1 904 By S'rREET & SMITH In Buff and Blue


IN BUFF AND BLUE. CHAPTER I. HOT BLOOD AT THE RED LION. "Hark ye all, gentlemen! We have toasted Gen. Washington and the other brave leaders of our army. We have drunk to the cause of liberty, but it seems to me that we have forgotten beauty !" "You are right, captain; we have forgotten our fair friends." "Then, with your consent, gentlemen, we will drink--" ''Hurrah! hurrah!" "Come, don't be so boisterous, Harwood! This is not a drinking bout between a lot of redcoats." ''No ; this is a gathering of the sons of freedom. We are soon to meet the enemy." "Your toast I your toast, Capt. Marley!" "Then, here's to the bright eyes and true loyalty to liberty's cause of Mistress Beverley, formerly of Bos ton, but now of New York Fill up, gentlemen I" There was a filling of glasses around the table of


6 Hot Blood at the Red Lion. the young American officers who were congregated in the old-fashioned dining hall of the Red Lion Inn on Long Island, on the night of the twenty-first of August, 1776. We have said they were young officers, and none had gone beyond the rank of captain. All had distinguished themselves on several occa sions, and all were brave to a fault. They had been having a merry time at the old inn, for their regiments we: e quartered, for the most part, in the near neighborhood, and should an alarm come to the effect that the British had landed on the island, an event momentarily expected, they would not be far from their commands. At the head of the long table sat a young officer who, of late, had been on special duty, though he had been assigned to Col. Smallwood's Marylanders. His name was Capt. Frank Lowry, and on the night in question he had come over from his post to be with his brother officers at the old Red Lion. Near him was Capt. Benjamin Pierce, the valiant young leader of the Boys of Liberty, a command whic h had on several occasions been highly complimented by Washington himself for acts of bravery, and the per son who proposed the toast just recorded was Capt. Roger Marley of Atlee's Pennsylvanians, a brave young officer, but a little hot-headed at times. These three young officers, destined to play no un-


Hot Blood at the Red Lion. 7 important part in our narrative, were the best of friends, but the banquet was destined to break, for a time at least, their friendly relations. When Capt. Marley proposed the toast to Mistress Beverley a flush overspread Frank Lawry's face and he did not raise his glass. On the contrary, he fixed his gaze on Marley and frowned. "You are slow, Capt. Lowry!" exclaimed the young Pennsylvanian. "Surely, you do not intend to slight beauty. You are acquainted with Mistress Beverley, and--" "Are you, sir?'' fiercely demanded Lowry. "Why should I not be? Wasn't I at her last party over in the city? Be generous. We know--" "You have no right to make use of Mistress Bev erley's name with the freedom you do. This is an unseemly place--" 'What? The place where we have drunk to Wash ington and the spirit of liberty? Just the place, I'm thinking," cried Capt. Marley. "I say it is not !" Capt. Pierce, of the Boys of Liberty, looked on with the semblance of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Very well," said Marley, "if you don't care to drink a toast to Mistress Beverley, it's all right. You can simply turn down y our glass and--" "I'll not do that, either," snapped Capt. Lowry.


8 Hot Blood at the Red Lion. "Come, gentlemen. They will think we're drunk if this senseless argument keeps up exclaimed a young officer down the table. "We' ve got to get back to our commands before morning, and it's twelve by the clock now." "We'll see daylight if this thing keeps up. What's i one woman?" Capt. Lowry turned upon the speaker, and looked him over with a gesture of disgust. "You're not in this affair, Martin," he said. "Capt. Marley and I will have it out." "Oh, you don't mean that?" "I insist--" "Come, Frank; don't make a scene. Capt. Marley has met Mistress Priscilla and thinks enough of her beauty and patriotism to toast her to-night." By this time another color had come to the young Pennsylvanian's face. He replaced his goblet on the table and turned upon Capt. Lowry. "Since you have seen fit to make objections," said he, eying Lowry with some enmity, "I will say that I have but this day received a letter from Mistress Beverley--" "It is false!" almost roared Capt. Lowry. Without more ado Capt. Marley opened his coat and thrust one hand into an inner pocket.


Hot Blood at the Red Lion. 9 The next moment he was holding a folded letter sheet up to the gaze of all. "It's her writing paper, by all that's holy!" cried Capt. Pierce. The others round the table laughed and looked at Capt. Lowry. That young officer was as white as a shroud of snow. He stood as straight as an Indian, with one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, while he glared first at Capt. Marley and then at the letter he held in his hand. "You see, Capt. Lowry that I am prepared to sub stantiate my statements," he said, coolly. "I guess he has you, captain," said Pierce, who seemed secretly to enjoy Lowry's discomfiture. "Whether you are or not, sir," said Lowry, "this is not the place to bandy from tongue to tongue the name of a lady like Mistress Beverley. You have insulted her by the mention of her name at a drinking bout, and, as I am a friend of hers, I resent the slur." "Oh, you do?" cried Marley, as he returned the letter to his pocket. "You resent what you term the slur?" "That is it, sir. You are soldier enough to under stand matters." Everybody in the room knew what these words meant.


10 Hot Blood at the Red Lion. In another instant the wine was forgotten and chairs were pushed back from the table. The young officers looked at one another, and then gazed at the two principals of the expected duelCapts. Marl e y and Lowry No one seemed inclined to interfere in the affray. Duels were common in the provincial army at the time, and some very severe ones had been fought. Washington was opposed to such affairs, but he was not always where he could check them before the blood of the participants cooled, and consequently he had already lost several valuable officers through the oper ations of the code. Capt. Lowry had stepped back from the table with his companions and turned to his friend Pierce. ''You will act for me in this matter Benjamin," he said. "Capt. Marley need not apologize. He must meet me here and now if he will." "Certainly," came the response from a young soldier on the other side of the room. "Capt. Lowry shall have all the satisfaction I can give him." Thereupon Capt. Marley chose his second a young fellow from his own colony, and the two seconds with drew to another and more secluded p a rt of the room, while the rest of the company moved the table out of the way. The two principals of the coming fight stood apart and did not look at one anoth e r any longer.


Hot Blood at the Red Lion. I I It did not take the seconds long to make the arrange ments for the duel. After a brief consultation they reported that the principals should fight with their swords in that very room, and that within the next ten minutes. The other little preliminaries they also arranged, and the principals smiled grimly. The long table had been rolled against the door, where it would shut out all intruders, and the candles had been placed where they would afford all the light possible. Capt. Lowry glanced at his antagonist and saw in his eyes a light of determination. Roger Marley had had his courage tried on more than one occasion. He had led a little charge against the king's troops, for which he had been promoted, and everyone in his regiment knew that where he was there would likely be hot work. On the other hand Capt. Lowry had distinguished himself during the siege of Boston and elsewhere, and Washington had placed him upon special duty which often took the young officer into the presence of the commander-in-chief. Thus it was that two of the bravest young soldiers in the Continental Army were about to engage in a duel at a time when the service needed them most.


I 2 Hot Blood at the Red Lion. Young blood is hot blood, it is said, and their youth perhaps is to be credited for their actions. In a short time they had been placed face to face by their seconds. A goodly space had been cleared for the duel, and the non-combatants fell back and ranged themselves along the wall. Silence fell over the little assemblage, but a few mo ments since loud and boisterous, and all waited for the signal, the dropping of a handkerchief which Capt. Pierce held within sight of all. Both combatants were cool. "If we kill each other off thus," whispered one of the spectators to his neighbor, "King George will have an easy conquest of Long Island." "That's it, Perry. What's this Mistress Beverley, anyhow? But one of a bevy of beauties over in the city. By my life! there are others just as fair--" "But Capt. Lowry doesn't think so." "Nay, neither do others, from what I hear; but--" "Ready!" came from Capt. Pierce's lips. The two principals glanced up at the handkerchief. 171e next second it fell fluttering to the floor, and the young duelists lurched forward. Then followed the ring of steel as the swords met, and all eyes became centered upon them. It was seen from the first that the combatants were evenly matched.


Hot Blood at the Red Lion. 13 Both were of the same physique and agility, and both were known throughout the army as good swords men. Suddenly Capt. Marley was seen to shrink, but mo mentarily, as the blade of his antagonist vanished under his arm, but he kept his place. There was red on Capt. Lowry's sword. All at once heavy footsteps were heard in the adjoining room. The door was struck madly from the opposite side. "Open, sirree !" cried a gruff voice. "Open, young sirs! This very minute!" Pallor came to the cheeks along the wall. "It is the general," said some, in frightened voices, and several hands were thrust out to remove the table. But this was not necessary, for the person without lunged against the portal, shoving the table back, and the next moment everyone looked into the weather beaten face of Gen. Putnam, the commander of the troops on Long Island. His eyes seemed to snap like a mad wolf's. "Helping the king by killing each other off, are you?'' he cried. "You ought all to be tied to the whipping post. This is disgraceful !"


CHAPTER II. A NOCTURNAL MISSION. The young officers fell back out of "Old Put's" reach, and looked sheepish. As for Lowry and Marle y they dropped their swords and turned toward the commander. "This will never do !" cried the general. "I can t afford to have my command depleted by what is falsely called 'the code of honor.' There is no honor in it, though men foolishly think so. Report to your re spective commands at once, but don't forget to settle your score with the landlord of the Red Lion. Be honest, gentlemen, as you go through life. I will have no duels in my army. I need all my brave men to repel the coming attack on Long Island. To your com mands, I say, and be thankful the punishment is no worse." Glad to get off so easily, the young officers moved toward another door. "Pay the landlord!" called out Gen. Putnam. "You may never get another chance, some of you may not, at least. We're going to have it hot here before long. The redcoats have an eye on us and they propose to give us the best they have in their shop.'' As Capt. Lowry was about to retire from the room


A Nocturnal Mission. he heard his name pronounced in the familiar voice of the general. He stopped and turned. "'Tis you I want to see, Capt. Lowry," said Putnam. "You will remain." Young Lowry fell back while the others went out as fast as they could, for they had heard enough from Gen. Putnam, and, knowing his brusqueness, they did not care for another reprimand from him that night. "Shut the door, captain," resumed Putnam, when the last officer had filed out of the banquet hall. Frank Lowry closed the door and saluted as he re ported for duty to the general. "In the first place, you were one of the young hotheads, I perceive," smiled Putnam. "I was, sir." "And the other?" "Capt. Marley, of Atlee's regiment." "I'll make a mental note of the name." "For future punishment for both of us, I suppose?" "I'll see about that. Fighting over some beauty, I presume?" Lowry flushed. "Come; you need not tell me, sir. These women cause a good deal of trouble nowadays, but I suppos e it has been that way ever since Eden. But, confound it, captain, we can't get along without them I Why, but yesterday I was called upon by three as pretty creatures


16 A Nocturnal Mission. as you ever saw, all Tory girls, who protested against the burning of their hay by some of our men. What did I do? Why, sir, at first I thought I would order them out of the room, but the first thing I knew I was writing an order prohibiting the burning of any more provender at that particular point. That's the way it goe s, sir. Why, we can't escape the blandishments of beauty, no matter how we guard against the alluring creatures." Capt. Lowry smiled to hear an old soldier like Gen. Putnam talk thus, when he was always so gruff. "I have a mission for you, captain,'' said Putnam, /suddenly changing the subject. "At your service, general." "I want a message conveyed to the Jamaica Road. You know how to reach it, I suppose?" "I can find it." "I thought so. The ride is not a long one; but the matter is one of great secrecy. You are aware per haps that over there is the stamping ground of the Tories, with whom we have to deal on the island. In t h at quarter Gen. Howe has many friends, and they a re constantly furnishing him with information con cerning us." "It's a pretty bad quarter, I'll admit." "None worse," said Putnam. "Now, sir, after you cross Shoemaker's Bridge, near the Jamaica Road,


A Nocturnal Mission. 17 you will proceed about a mile further on, until you come to an old stone house." Lowry indicated by a gesture that he was listening. "It is to that very house I send you ." "Yes, sir." "You will find there a man who will admit you after you have given three raps on the door, which will indicate that you come from me." "He is expecting a messenger, then?" "Precisely. You need see none of the other inmates of the old house though it may have some," continued Gen. Putnam. "This man will hand you some papers, which you are to conceal about your person and report to me forthwith." Putnam ceased a moment, during which he took several strides up and down the room. "Capt. Lowry, do you know anything about Tobias Teach?" he suddenly inquired. Lowry thought a moment. "It seems that I have heard the name somewhere, and since I have been on the island." "Doubtless. Well, sir you are liable to encounter this same Tobias Teach before you get back." "He is over there, then?" "Tobias Teach is the secret agent of the king on Long Island. He is not generally known as such, and one would not suspect that the man who seems to be friendly to our cause, and who at one time was actually


18 A Nocturnal Mission. dined by Gen. Washington, is in the pay of the king; but such is the fact. Tobias T e ach lives near the old house you are to visit. Indeed, he owns it Capt. Lowry could not r e pre s s a sli g ht start. "The other man-the one whom you are to meetneutralizes Master Teach s work to some extent. But Teach himself is dangerous." "Why haven't you arrested him?" inquired Frank. At this a smile broke over Putnam's face. "We dare not, sir. We simply dare not take this dangerou'> man into custody." "For want of proof?" "No! no! not that! We could probably furnish all the proof we wanted, and I should like nothing better than to be on the court-martial that should try him. But you see, captain, there are some things which even I am not at liberty to mention, and this is one of them." "Then I am to steer clear of Tobias Teach?" "Not exactly. But you are not to let him know your mission. He has a pretty niece--Patience by name, I understand-and he uses her at times to extract news from us and to take it down the bay to Gen. Howe. You are to steer clear of Mistress Patience." Frank Lowry smiled. "When can you set out?" queried Putnam. "Within five minut e s." "Good I don't think you need any further instruc-


A Nocturnal Mission. 1 0 tions. You are to conduct your mission with discr e tion. While it does not look dangerous, it is so. You not only g et upon Tory ground, but you are liab l e to run into the hands of the N i ght Owls!" "I'll avoid the haunts of that outlandish band, gen eral," cried Fran],{. "Some of our men have fallen into their hands, and they have never yet reported for duty. Gen. Greene has tried to exterminate the Night Owls, but they are still in evidence "Does Tobias Teach bel ong to them?" "That is hard to say. It is not thou g ht that he would go so far as to commit himself thus, but he i s so intensely against us that he is liable to do anything. If you run into the Night Owls, you must g e t out the best you c an." "Trust me for that," was the reply, as Capt. Lowry withdrew toward the door. "Come back with the papers as soon as possible. Have no conversation with the man who will open the door of the stone house to you I don't think he will answer any questions "I will not put any With this young Lowry opened the door and stood there for a moment, as he looked at Putnam for final instructions "Go!" was all he heard.


!20 A Nocturnal Mission. In another moment he stood under the stars that shed their light upon the old inn. He noticed the horse Putnam had ridden to the place, and then walked toward the stables attached to the tavern. His own horse-his own for the present, for he had borrowed it from a young cavalryman to attend the banquet-stood where he had left it. He was in the act of throwing himself into the sad dle when he heard a voice. "He let you off easily, did Old Put?" Frank Lowry turned and looked into the face of Capt. Pierce, of the Boys of Liberty. "What, you, Benjamin? I thought you were far away by this time." "No ; I've been waiting for you. That was a foolish affair in the tavern." "You mean the altercation? Well, Capt. Marley should have known better. Did he--" Frank paused as if he did not care to proceed further. "He'll not apologize very soon, I'm thinking." "Just as he likes, Benjamin." "You didn't hurt him much, only drew some blood under the arm. Did you intend killing him, Frank?" "I don't know what I intended doing, my blood was so hot. I gave him thrust for thrust, but, as Gen. Putnam said, with the enemy about to pounce upon


A Nocturnal Mission. 21 us, the whole th ing was a foolish bit of business. Don't you think?" "Very foolish. If Mistress Priscilla could have known of it--" "There there don't mention her here !" broke in Lowry. "I'm off." "To the r e giment?" "No; elsewhere." "If you wait till I get my horse I'll ride with you a piece." "You'll do nothing of the kind, sir." "Don't you want me to go--" "Go where you please, sir; I'll see you later, perhaps." Capt. Pierce saw Putnam's messenger gallop away, and as he turned some pretty hot words fell from his lips. "He thinks he has the open door to Mistress Bev erley's good graces; but he is apt to learn a thing or two before he's much older," snapped Benjamin Pierce. 'We're going to get into some hard places before many hours, or all signs fail. Gen. Howe is up to something and everybody looks for an onslaught on our posts on Long Island. It may come within a few days, and--" "It will come to-morrow," said a voice, at sound of which Benjamin turned as if a serpent had hissed behind him.


2.2. A Nocturna l Mission. "What's that, sir?" he cried. "To-morro w y ou say?" There was no response, an d i n v ain did he look for the speaker His ey e s were used to the dark, but, though on this occ asion he made the best use of them he k new how, he c ould not make out any perso n. All he saw w as the old tavern looming up before him and he heard the hoofbeats of Capt Frank s h o rse o n its way to Tory ground on a dan g erous mi ss i o n "That's que e r. Some one spoke," said C a pt. Pie rc e to himself. "I di s th:' y heard the voice. Yet I can't see anyone. W elI, 1 : h a ps I had be s t g o ba ck to the command. I don't care to run against Old Put again to-ni g h t ." With this he made off, and as he did so a little figure rose from th e d a rk shadow of a bush near w here he stood and wal k ed away. "He couldn't find me-he! h e he!" laughed the voice, not of a m a n, but of a child, a little hum p backed boy, who speedily vanished


CrIAPTER III. AT THE OLD STONE HOUSE. The ride which Capt. Frank Lowry had before him was not a lengthy one. In fact, the real distance did not exceed six miles;, but it would take him beyond the American outposts in that particular direction and into the neighborhood of the Tories. The Ni ght Owls, to whom Gen. Putnam had referred with some degree of solicitude, were a band of d a n g er ous men, who roamed the country durin g the ni g h t plundering wherever they found an exposed patriot homestead on Long Island. They were not in the pay of anyone, thoug h they were all for the king. An open fight was the last thin g they desired, and that is why the Americans hated th e m so bitterly. Gen. Greene, now l y in g on a bed o f sickness, had tried to exterminate the band but his efforts had not been crowned with success, thou g h a few of the Owl s had been captured and given short shrift at a rope's end. These summary measures had received the approval of Washing ton, not given to such severe deeds, but


24 At the Old Stone House. the commander-in-chief saw that by no other means could the band be wiped out. Young Lowry knew the roads leading to his des tination pretty well. He had scouted the length and breadth of Long Island, discovering many of its hidden byways, and he did not doubt that he could reach the old stone house by the nearest cut. It was not his duty to ask after the identity of the man whom he was to meet at the stone house; that was Gen Putnam's secret. All he had to do was to carry out the instructions received. The night was favorable for an expedition of the kind. It was clear, but not bright; there were long shadows of bush and tree, and Capt. Frank managed to find his way. Provided with the countersign, he galloped on to ward the outposts of the army. Looking back, as he did now and then, he saw lights on Brooklyn Heights, where the fortifications were, and when he had passed the nearest picket success fully, he gathered strength for the home stretch. He knew where he would find the last picket which lay between him and his destination, and, turning 'from a little road for another that ran obliquely from it to the west, he began to look for the post.


At the Old Stone House. 25 A short distance beyond it he would find the stone house. "Why, where's the picket?" Frank asked himself, when he thought he had gone far enough to be halted by the post. He drew his horse back into a walk, looking in every direction, when suddenly the animal fell back with a snort of terror and Frank drew rein. It seemed very strange to him that there was no picket on that road Vainly did he try to force his steed on. The nerv ous animal continued to shiver at each urging, but would not budge an inch. "We'll see about this I" cried the young provincial. "This is not getting to the stone house very rapidly." He dismounted and, taking the bridle in one hand, while with the other he drew his pistol, advanced again cautiously, looking at everything. All at once he saw what had frightened the horse. Across the narrow road, which at that spot was lit tle better than a bridle path, he saw the prostrate figure of a man. In another moment Frank was stooping over him. He discovered that the body was that of a soldier of the American army, for the buff trimmings revealed this. Frank had found the picket post, but the picket was dead.


26 At the Old Stone House. "This 1s the work of some devils who serve the king," he said to himself, with rising indignation. "This is the work of the Night Owls, perhaps. The sentry had been deprived of his gun, and even his other trappings had b e en taken by the ni g ht enemy. There was nothing for Capt. Frank to do but to move on. Getting his horse beyond the spot with some dif ficulty, he proceeded, crossed the little bridge men tioned by Gen. Putnam, and in a short time came in sight of the old stone house, as he knew by the dark mass that loomed between him and the stars. Not wishing to invite discovery by ridin g up to the door of the old house, he dismounted and ti e d his hor s e to a sapling, while he went forward afoot. Fortunately the way to the house was well shaded by bushes, and he darted under the little porch that pro tected the door, where he rapped thre e tim e s acc o rding to orders. He still carried the weapon in his hand so as to b e ready for a sudden emer g ency, but thi s did n o t se em likely to occur, for th e door sudd e nly op e ned and h e caught sight of a dark fig ure ahead. Frank slipped past this figur e w hich was not very tall, and the portal was shut behind him. The man, whose face was n o t v e r y p resenta bl e held the remains of a candle in one hand while he looked suspiciously into Frank's face.


At the Old Stone House. 27 "The papers!" said Capt. Lowry. The other one merely nodded and beckoned Frank to follow him. The young provincial was ushered into a room along side the high-ceiled old hallway, and the guttering candle was deposited on a table. Going to one corner of the apartment the little man raised a board in the floor and thrust his skinny hand into the darkness beneath it. When he rose Frank saw a packet clutched in his hand. Without a wo,rd the strange man came forward and handed the packet to Putnam's young soldier. The little eyes, set deep in the unknown's head, sparkled at this act, and Frank detected a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. "Is this all?" asked the young captain, as he held the packet in his hand. The man nodded. "Then I'll go back." Instantly he thought of the dead man in the road, and he said: "The picket is dead at his post down near the bridge." The other showed no change of countenance. "You hear(:l me, did you not?" said Frank. "I said that the picket is dead-murdered-down by the bridge


28 At the Old Stone House. Still there was no answer. "Have you seen anything of the Night Owls? Do you think they had a hand in the picket's death?" The lips that faced him seemed to move, but they made no audible sound. "The devil take him !" exclaimed Frank Lowry. "I wonder if he can be a mute? Gen. Putnam said he would not answer many questions." Then h e took from his pocket a bit of kiel found on the shores of Gowai,us Bay but a few days before, and wrote on the back of the packet he had received: "The picket at the brid g e has been murdered." This he thrust into the little man's face. There was a quick start and th e deep-set eyes were fixed upon Frank in startling bewilderment. Frank nodded confirmingly. "Aha! he understands writing," he thought. "I'll try him a little further." Then he wrote again : "Did the Ni gh t Owls do it?" The blank stare he got in return only irritated him. "To Styx with such a fool!" cried Capt. Frank. "He knows and be doesn't know. I wonder who he can be that Old Put trusts him so? He is on Tory ground; in fact, ri ght in the heart of the kin g 's domain--" Frank paused, for the man had sprung across the room and was listenin g at a door which seeme

At the Old Stone House. 29 "Heard something, did you? Well, that's one good sign. If you can't talk you can hear." The unknown listened for a moment at the door, when he came bounding back to Putnam's messenger and pushed him toward the hall. "I'm to go, I suppose. Danger ahead, eh?" Frank was thrust from the room and into the hall. As the door closed behind him he thought he heard another open into the chamber he had just left. "Oh, yes ; I'm ready to clear out from this old house. You needn't be so insistent!" blurted the young soldier. "I see that you apprehend danger, so I'll make myself as scarce as possible." Just then Frank heard a voice in the room he had left, and he resisted the ejectment for a moment. "He rules the land with a scepter of gold, Geordie, the king! Geordie, the king I He'll hang the rebels, young and old, Geordie, the king! Geordie, the king I He'll stop not till his work is done, Till high in shade and high in sun He hangs the rebel Washington, Geordie, our king!" Frank heard every word of this stanza, which was sung in a clear, girlish voice, as if the singer stood right before him. "That's Tory for you!" he ejaculated. "From what Old Put said she must be Mistress Patience Teach." He tried to write again on the packet with his bit of


30 At the Old Stone House. kiel, but was pushed toward the door and finally across the threshold. "Sing it again, darling," he now heard a man's voice say. "It does me good to hear that song. We'll be in clover in a few hours. The barks are loaded now to the very guards with the king's troops, and to-morrow--" "Come, don't be so fierce!" cned Frank, wishing to hear the rest. "I'll look out for my head if you'll let me stay a moment longer." Of course, to this appeal there was no answer, but another push and the young provincial found himself on the ground. "What sort of place is this?" he exclaimed. "We must investi g ate to-morrow. The old stone house must be a place of mysteries, and if Col. Smallwood will loan me a few of his Marylanders w e'll see what they amount to But I fear--" He was ch e cked by a sudden tramping in the bushes, and as he laid his hand on the bridle of his horse he heard a vo i ce of thun der behind him: "Surre n de r you youn g reb el!" Capt. Lowry's only reply was to vault into the saddle and dri v e th e spurs home. The h o r se pl u n g ed forw a rd like an arrow fired from an I ndian bow a nd the cra ck! cr a c k cr a ck! of wea pons be hind him told Frank that he h a d not mounted an in s tant too soon.


At the Old Stone House. 31 "The Night Owls for a hundred!" he exclaimed to himself, as he rushed on, keeping close to the body of the horse that seemed to know that danger threatened. "That was a close call, sure enough I Old Put knows something about the stone house. Ah they've fallen off already. Perhaps they weren't mounted, which may have been a good thing for me." He did not draw rein till he was close to the spot where he had discovered the picket. "He's gone," the young continental captain said, as he noted that the body was not to be seen. This was true; the corpse of the murdered picket had disappeared. Frank put his hand to his breast to see whether the precious packet was safe, and finding it where he had placed it, he smiled with a look of keen satisfaction. Then he rode on, breaking into a faster gait as he proceeded, but all the while thinking over the adven tures of the night, and particularly of the singer and her song. The words still rang in his ears. "I'd like to meet Mistress Teach, I'll be hanged if I wouldn't!" he exclaimed, aloud. "You'll be hanged if you ever do !" said a voice by the roadside. Frank stopped and looked around, but he saw nothing.


CHAPTER IV. DISASTER. Gen. Putnam was r ejoi ced to see Capt. Lowry when he entered his quart e r s near the break of what was to prove an eventful day. The packet was delivered, and the young provincial rested, while Old Put glanced at its contents. "You saw the little man, of course?" said the general. "I did, and you were right when you said he would answer very few questions. I had to question him with a bit of kiel, as you will see on the back of the packet." "I notice. What's that about the dead sentry?" Frank narrated his adventure at the picket post, and afterward as much of what he saw and heard in the old stone house as he thought his commander would be interested in. "The killing of the picket and the subsequent at tack upon you were the Owls' work," said Gen. Put:nam. "Those fellows should all be treated to a rope and a convenient limb. One of these days, perhaps, we will get the whip hand of the whole lot, and then look out for a whole s ale hangin g. "I trust the band will be exterminated. They are


Disaster. 33 worse than guerrillas, for they steal upon a lone picket in the night and strangle him, for there wasn't a mark on the man's body, so far as I could see." "They simply noosed him. Some of these fellows are old whalemen, and have no conscience at all. But here's a letter for you, Capt. Lowry." Frank took the sealed note which was extended to him, and proceeded to open it. "It came in a lot of mail yesterday," pursued the general. "I suppose the writer did not know just where you were, and so sent it to my headquarters." The writing was strange, and Frank broke the seal as soon as possible, and at the first glance turned pale. "Heavens!" he exclaimed. "Here is a bit of bad business!" Gen. Putnam looked up from the correspondence Capt. Frank had brought from the stone house, and said: "Bad news, you say?" "Indeed it is. A friend of mine, Mistress Bev erley, of New York, is in the hands of the Tories some where on this island." "Captured or abducted?'' "The writer does not say." "Then the letter is not from the young lady herself?" "It is not. As you will see, it i s signed, 'From a Friend,' and the handwriting is strange to me."


34 Disaster. Gen. Putnam frowned as he took the letter and read aloud as follows : "CAPT. FRANK LOWRY, PUTNAM'S COMMAND: "This will inform y ou that one Mistress Beverley of New York has fallen into the hands of the king's friends on Long Island. She was decoyed thither yes terday by a n o te which purported to have come from yourself, statin g that you had been wounded in a brush with some Tories. She went with her servant, who belon g s to her aunt, Mi s tre s s Murray, but who e s caped after the scheme had bee n carried out. The black boy can give no idea as to wher e Mistress Beverley is, but from what he t e lls she mu s t have been taken near the Jamaica Road. It is a v e ry unfortunate matter. I write this at the earnest solicitation of Mistress Murray, who is very much distr e ssed over her niece's mis adventure, and, as it would never do for my name to fall into the hands of the enemy, I must simply sign this: FROM A FRIEND." "Now that shows the mendacity of these pesky To ries," cried Putnam. "Here, probably for ransom, they have invei g led a young lady from the city, and she is now in their toils, subjected Heaven knows to what indignities at their hands. This calls for swift justice and--" At this moment the door of Gen. Putnam's room was opened and an officer saluted. "Well, major, what i s it?" "The enemy have landed troops on the Island. The


Disaster. 35 ve ssels can be seen disembarking their soldiers, and it is reported that our forces are falling back." ''What, already?" and Putnam stamped the floor in his rage. He g rew crim son in the face. "Retreating before the redcoat dogs have fired a shot? I cannot believe it, sir. Capt. Lowry, you will report to you r regiment, and we will look into this ab duction matter a littl e l ate r on." Gen. Putnam rushed from the room, roaring in his ire, and Frank for a moment was l ef t alone. "I think I might guess the identit y of the writer of thi s note of warning," he said to himself. "I can see why she does not care to have her name mentioned in c onnection with this lett er. She occupies a peculiar posit ion over in the cit y --" He did not finish, for Putnam came rushing b a ck. "It is true, sir The enemy have at la s t landed on the island. Now we shall have war in earnest. Not a foot shall we yield to th em without a fight! The real battle probably w ill not take place for several days, and the interval, Capt. Lowry, will give you time to assist your friend who has fallen into this trap. ''Which I shall do with all my heart !" "Of c ourse. When a lady is in troub le, she sh ould always receive assi s tance. If Mistress Beverley f e ll int o Tory hands near the Jamaica Road, it is not im probable that she ere this has been introduced to the Night Owls."


Disaster. "That would be terrible !" "Matters could not well be worse, if this is the case. But who, think you, suggested this snare?" "I am at a loss to guess correctly. There are Tories and Tories. Mistress Beverley has made herself somewhat obnoxious to them by her patriotic sentiments, which she never fails to express when she wishes to, and, being the niece of Mistress Murray, the Quakeress on Murray Hill, it is but natural that she should come under the ban of hatred. It shall be my duty, so far as I can spare the time from the regular service, to rescue her from imprisonment." "It seems to me, Capt. Lowry, that the old stone house which you visited last night might afford you some clew to the young lady's whereabouts." "Do you think-" "That she is there? Nay, not that, but that old pile shelters some almighty mean people-Tobias Teach, for instance-and what he would not do in the hard ness of his heart against liberty cannot be thought of." "Then I shall investigate; but remember, Gen. Putnam, that, while I am und e r special orders issued by Gen. Washington, you have full command of me, and that when we meet Gen. Howe, I w a nt permission to fight with Col. Smallwood's Mary ,, m ders." "That permission is granted in advance." "Thank you, sir." "You can find no better men to fight with than Col.


Disaster. ~7 Smallwood 's command. They are all young fellows from the bes t families of old Maryland, and they will stand their ground like Spartans when the supreme test come s I must now go and meet Gen. Sullivan. The situation has become momentous." Putnam, after his fiery manner, dashed from the house, mounted his horse and rode away. Capt. Lowry remained a moment longer, and also left the house. The news of the landing of the British was soon confirmed. Swift messengers had ridden like the wind from Gravesend with the intelli gence, and it was expected that Washington would soon come over from New York. Five thousand redcoats had taken possession of the lower part of Long Island, and all knew this meant that in a day or so the entire British army would be on the disputed ground. The conquest of Long Island meant the evacuation of New York and the retreat of t',e American forces under Washington. This would prove a terrible disaster to the cause of liberty and disheartening to all its adherents. At his best, Washington could not oppose the enemy with more than half the numbers Gen. Howe could muster, and the outcome of the battle could be fore seen without difficulty.


Disaster. It meant the crushing out of the Americans in that quarter, adding another disaster to the one which the cold breezes of the north had lately wafted down from Canada. Brooklyn Heights, where the stand was to be made, had been well fortified, but should the British defeat the Americans outside the intrenchments, they could outflank them and compel the abandonment of the whole island, or force them into a surrender whic h would be speedily followed by the fall of New York. Putnam raged as he tore across the country on his charger. His face grew red and white by turns. He was already an old man, but his blood was as warm as when he entered the wolf's den and faced the snarling monster there. He possessed the same courage that was his when he galloped down the stone steps at Horseneck ; but he did not know the country in which he had to operate his army, having succeeded to the command on account of the illness of Greene, who was perfectly familiar with every cro ssroad and hilly pass. Still Putnam was a fighter, stubborn and eager, and no general of the Revolution held the confidence of Washington for his sterling qualities like Old Put. As he galloped south from his headquarters, he pulled up suddenly at the forks of a road and cursed a man whose cart had broken down directly in his way.


Disaster. "Tory, aren't yo u?" qu e ri e d Putnam. I-I-sir--" 39 "Come, sir; spit it out! If you re for the king, don't be a fraid t o say so I hav en't take n any p art, as ye t in this unfortunate strug gl e "Then you re a m ea n dirte at i n g Tory! That's as plain as a wart on a ma n's n os e. What's your name, sir?" "Dan iel B ray." "And yo u b ray for the king w h e n you're among the king's kind What have you i n your c a r t ?" "Nothing b ut ha y sir." Old Put l eane d ov e r in the sadd l e and ran his sword unde r t he hay Holy smoke! ouch ouch! Don't! don't Y o u ve kill ed me, sir!" came fr o m beneath the provende r. Come ou t th e n," ro a r e d Putnam. "So th i s i s th e sort of provende r you c arry a bout, i s it, Master Bray?" T he man, wh o was n ow sittin g bolt upri ght in the cart with hay dropping from hi s pe r s on, was a r ed h eaded individua l u pon whose fa c e f ea r was writte n in unm i stakable characters "Who are you, sir? dema n ded Putnam, who co u l d h a r d l y suppress a smile at the ri dicu l o u s situatio n "I-I am Hosea Quirk a n d I--" Another Tor y ange l I su ppose," int er rupt e d the old gene r al. "I sa y M ast e r Bray, suppos e you take your


Disaster living provender over yonder where you see that flag waving, and tell Col. Wyllis to hang this fellow with out book or candle." Master Quirk clasped his hands and shivered "Don't want to stretch a little hemp, eh?" laughed Old Put. "Why were you hiding, Master Quirk?" "I was escaping, your excellency." "Escaping? From whom? 'The wicked flee when no man pursueth' is found in Holy Writ." "He was fleeing from his wife, your excellency," ex plained Master Bray. "Oh, she wears the other garments, then? Well, perhaps you should not be blamed, Master Quirk. But it seems to me that a woman who is compelled to live with the likes of you should do the escaping. Fix up your cart and move on. If caught in these parts again, I'll hang both of you as high as your old friend Harnan !" And with this the old hero put spurs to his horse and was off like the wind. The two Tories gazed after Putnam a moment, then began to repair the cart, after which they, too, van ished with all the speed they could command.


CHAPTER V. THE SCOUT. The situation of his friend, Mistress Priscilla Bev erley, wnich was involved in mystery, troubled Lowry very much. In fact, he thought more about it, for a time, than he did about the invasion of Long Island. That she should be decoyed over from the city for the purpose of falling into a snare set by the Tories, who were the agents and friends of the British, in censed him whenever the matter came up in his mind Not only this, but the strange adventure at the old stone house, the dead picket, and the sudden attack upon himself when he was taking his departure from the scene--all these incidents gave him much tc hink about during the day that followed. He did not !mow which way to tum in quest of Mistress Beverley He was afraid that during the battle, which was im minent, she might be placed between the two armies, and thus find herself in a dangerous situation. For Washington did not intend to relinquish Long Island without a struggle and within a few days the bravest of the American army were to yield up theh lives upon its soil.


The Scout. It happened, not long after quitting Gen. Putnam's headquarters, that Capt. Lowry came suddenly upon his friend, Benjamin Pierce, o f the Boys of Liberty. Benjamin had just delivered a dispatch on Prospect Hill, and was on his way back to his command when he encountered Frank. "You have not heard the news, Benjamin?" exclaimed Frank, the moment they met. "About the British landing? Yes--" "No, about Mistress Priscilla." Benjamin's face colored. "I've heard nothing about her since Capt. Marley of fered the toast at the Red Lion Inn." "She is on Long Island and a prisoner." "Co me, Frank, old fellow, don't tell me such stuff, when Mistress Priscilla is having a good time acro s s the river." "It is true, as I assure you sir. She has been de co yed from home by some Tories, probably by the Night O wls and is somewhere on the island in dur ance." "I mus t believe you now, for you would not repeat your words so emphatically if you did not intend me to believe the news." Thereupon Capt. Lowry told Capt. Benjamin all he knew about Priscilla Beverley's misadventure, and was listened to with the greatest attention "This is bad enough," comm ented the commander of


The Scout. 43 the Bo ys of Liberty "Coming at any time it would be a disaster, but just now, on the eve of th e battle, it is infinitely worse You have no idea where she might be hidden?" "None at all, unless---" "Go on Why do you hesitate?" "There are some t hings I do not like to think about. I fe a r the worst-that Mist r ess Beverley has fallen into the hands of the Night Owls." "And a set of mer cil ess rapscallions they are, too. Their leader, if reports are true, is a double-fa ced man, who should have been hanged long ago." "His name?" "It is rumored, you know, that Tobias Teach is tl:e real leader o f these men; that, while he plays the gen tleman and affects at times to b e lieve in our cause, he i s at heart one of the most fervent loyalists on Long Island." "I've heard that Gen. Putnam places no confidence in Master T eac h." "But Washingto n did, it is said, though since, I understand, he has seen this Tory without his mask of duplicity ." "So you think he is the head of the Tory league?" "From all I can gather ." "Could you be spared by your command to-night? We might take a scout along the Jamaica Road and


44 The Scout. pick up some news regarding our friend, Mistress Beverley." "Our friend ? Then you--" "Of course, I L.ow she is your friend as well as mine, Benjamin," hr )ke in Frank, with a smile. "She is the friend of both of us. I don't intend to get j ealous--" "Not as you did when Capt. Marley proposed his toast?" "To Styx with your Capt. Marley! He should have known better; but it seems he did not. But for the appearance of Gen. Putnam we would have had it out at the Red Uon." "And one of you might have gotten his eternal dis charge from the Continental army." Capt. Lowry laughed a little at this and looked away. "I can get away without difficulty to-night as a scout," said Benjamin. "How many men do you want me to bring along?" "Not more than ten." "Very well. Where shall we meet?" "Down at the narrow bridge near Bedford. Select your best men or boys, Benjamin. We may have to test their courage between now and to-morrow." The two young soldiers separated. Suddenly Ben jamin stopped and came toward Frank. "Something very strange happened to me just after


The Scout. 45 you started to ride for the general last night," he said. "What was that?" "It was at the stables of the inn where you mounted, you know. I had turned away and had unwittingly spoken my thoughts aloud when I heard a human voice right at my elbow, as it were. There was no mistaking the voice as bein.::; that of a living person. I looked around as quickly as I coufd, and penetrated as far as possible with my eyes, but could discover no one." "The selfsame thing happened to me last night, or rather early this morning, after I had been to the stone house near the Jamaica Road. I have wondered since if it might not have been imagination on my part, but since :you say you heard the same voice it must be real." "I don't doubt the reality of the voice," answered Capt. Pierce. "Now, if the same person encountered both of us, it shows that there are spies in this neigh borhood." "To my mind it shows nothing else. It was a man's voice you heard ?" "It sounded like one. By Jove! bad I found the fel low I would have taken no apolo g ies, but would have run him through, and put an end to his nefarious oc cupati o n." "Very well. Don't l e t us for g et these incidents,"


The Scout. remarked Frank. "We must keep an open eye for this night prowler. The fact that he was heard at the Red Lion and at the picket post within a few hours, confirms my suspicions that he must be discovered." "What did he say to you, Frank?" "He said that if I got introduced to the person I heard singing in the old stone house I would hang." "Pretty bold prophecy that; but perhaps he knows." "I am of the opinion that a close acquaintance with Mistress Teach, if she was the person I heard singing the loyal song last night, might result in trouble for me." The boys parted again. "So Benjamin heard the strange voice, too," mused Capt. Lowry "It is a coincidence which goes to show that the person, whoever he is, is abroad at night, and, therefore, must know a good deal." Frank Lowry visited several parts of the island during the day, listening to reports of the British in vasion. Gen. Howe was getting his army over as rapidly as possible. The boats in the lower bay were filled with red coats. Washington had crossed over from New York, and with his glass was watching the enemy. Frank and Benjamin came together at nightfall near the brid g e not far from the hamlet of Bedford. The latter had brought with him eight members of


The Scout. 47 his command, stout and agile young colonials, ready for adventures of any sort. The boys held a little council before starting off, when Frank remarked that they might see some hot work before dawn. "Just what we're looking after," said one member of Benjamin's command. "We've had nothing to do for some time besides burnishing up and drilling. We want a little sport. Do you think there is any danger of running into Howe's men?" "Not much, unless we meet some of his mounted chasseurs." "Yes, I understand," said Capt. Pierce, "that these alert fellows will be thrown forward to spy out the country, and we might accidentally run across them." "It's barely likely, though," replied Frank. "The general opinion is that the real battle won't begin until all the enemy are landed, for as yet I hear that none of De Heister's Hessians have disembarked." The little company now set off afoot in the direction of the old stone house near the Jamaica Road. The death of the picket had become known to the officer in command at that particular spot, and a stronger post had been placed there. When the Boys of Liberty came up they were halted and challenged, but, of course, as they knew the coun tersign, they were passed through the lines. "Now," said Capt. Lowry, "we are nearing the stone r


The Scout. house where I encountered the mute last night. From what I heard in the old pi1e it was inhabited, but by whom I cannot say." "What do you intend doing?" "I want to discover if possible who inhabits the house, and if the Night Owls have been seen lately in this vicinity." "It seems to me you met them last night at the picket post.'' "I'm inclined to believe so myself, captain ; but here we are. You see the old house looming up before us down yonder?" A strange silence fell around the spot where the boys had halted. The wind which had sprung up when they started out on their mission had died away, and the night hawk's doleful cry was all the sound that broke the still ness of the hour. Silently the boys crept toward the stone house and concealed themselves in the shrubbery in front of it. It was dark and dismal looking. Ciouched among the bushes the forms of the young adventurers were not visible five feet away. The two captains were together. All at once they heard the opening and shutting of a door, but no light appeared. At last, however, a light was set in one of the upper. wihdows.


The Scout. 49 "A signal," whispered Frank to his companion. ''Watch it. If a signal, it will not remain there long." The light, which proceeded from a candle, did not occupy the window more than five minutes, and van ished as suddenly as it had appeared. "Listen Some one is near us. I heard a twig break." The Boys of Liberty did not seem to breathe. In another minute there appeared between them and the stars a figure, human-like and dwarfish. It perched itself upon a large bow Ider in front of the stone house, and the boys, by bending almost to the ground, could make out the singular outlines. "It's a dwarf, sure enough whispered Capt. Pierce; "but what is he doing on that stone?" The question was answered in an unexpected man ner, for the loud report of a pistol rang out, and the little shape on the bowlder uttered a piercing cry, bounded into the air and came down with a thud. "Heavens!" ejaculated Frank Lowry; "let's see what's become of the mid g et." "No; wait! There's more to follow, I'm sure."


CHAPTER VI. REDCOATS AND REBELS. Yes; there was more to follow. The report of the firearm had barely died away when the light flashed up in the window for a brief spell, only to vanish and leave the place in darkness. The Boys of Liberty could hardly conceal their im patience, for they knew that something was about to happen. They could not see the result of the shot, but they felt that the grotesque person who had posed on the bowlder for a moment had been killed. "Hark!" breathed Capt. Pierce. Sounds of an approaching party were now heard, and the front doors of the old stone mansion opened. As the noise of the newcomers increased, the Boys of Liberty prepared for a brush should they be acci dentally discovered. In a few seconds a little party of men halted near the old stone house and then entered. "British officers!" exclaimed Frank Lowry. ''What? So near our lines?" "You will see in a moment, Benjamin They are officers of hi g h rank at that." Presently the hum of voices came from the house,


Redcoats and Rebels. and lights were seen flitting about behind the heavy shutters. "It's a feast for the redcoats. They have come hither to dine with Tobias Teach, and to pick up some news from this locality." "I half believe it." "Wait a few moments and you shall believe all of it." "But they seem to have posted no sentries." "So much the worse for them." "What do you purpose doing?" "What a fine chance it would be to bag a British general or so. Maybe Gen. Howe himself is in the lot." "Do y ou think he would venture so near our lines? I know he is fearless ; but he is cautious as well, and--" The sentence was broken by a loud laugh from the porch, and then two persons were heard talking in the darkness. "I'm glad you think you have the rebels in a trap, general,'' said one of the voices. "They are strongly fortified on the heights and will make a stubborn fight unless you can force some of the passes and outflanl< them." "Just wait, Master Teach, and we will show you what an English army can do." "I trust that you will soon rescue Long Island from rebel thralldom. It is rough living under the rule of


p. Redcoats and Rebels. Washington's rabble. They are tatterdemalions of the worst type, and the sooner we get rid of them, no matter how, the better. You intend, of course, to take New York?" "Certainly; that is the real design of th e campaign. We will return the compliment they paid us at Bos ton when they got possession of Dorchester Heights and had us at their mercy. Give us possession of Brooklyn and we will show Washington that the tables can be nicely turned." "That is most excellent !" "Now, Friend Tobias, we will go in and look at the list you have prepared. It's all right, of course?" "Yes; it is a list of those who have been loyal to the king on Long Island. As I told Col. Wister--'. At this moment the door which had been shut opened again and anothc.r voice joined the little party on the stoop. "Pardon me, Gen. Howe, but do you think you have done the right thing to risk yourself so near the rebel lines to-night?" It was a woman's voice, and Frank and Benjamin, whose faces were close together, looked at one another. "Why not, Mistress Teach?" was the reply. "Our friends have so terrorized the people in this vicinity that I think it perfectly safe for me to venture thither." "You know the rebel lines are not half a mile from the house?"


Redcoats and Rebels. 53 "So I am informed; but your father tells me that they have been watched during the day, and the posi tion of every picket made clear. We came up by the hidden road, you know, and that has not been infested by the enemy for some time." "I am glad to hear you say this, Gen. Howe; but, for my part, I am a lways half afraid of these audacious rebels. They pounce upon one when one is not looking for them, and they are pretty rough in their treatment of some of their prisoners." "So the Hessian troops understand." "That i s good I" exclaimed a man's voice. "If your Gen. De Heister will only issue orders not to spare a rebel in battle we shall soon get rid of the scum." "That would be hardly legitimate warfare," replied the strange voice, which was undoubtedly that of Gen. Howe. "However, from what I hear, I think it will be hard to restrain the Hessian troops should they get a chance to prod the rebels with the bayon e t." "Most excellent! We will go in now, your excel_ lency." The door opened and shut again, and for a moment the concealed scouting party aid not move. The thought that the commander of the British forces on Long Island was in the house set all their blood tingling in their veins. He had come into an unexpected snare like a blind bird.


54 Redcoats and Rebels. They did not know how many were with him, but, from the sounds made upon their arrival, they decided that the number must be small. "What is to be done?" asked Capt. Pierce, when all heads had been put together for consultation. "Why, let's take the general prisoner." "We might have trouble getting him away. What if the Night Owls should put in an appearance?" "We must take that risk. It is an opportunity that may never again confront us. With Gen Howe captured and safe within our lines, the whole scheme of invasion may collapse." It was worth trying, and on the principle of "nothing venture, nothing g ain," the Boys of Liberty made prep arations to bag the commander of the British army. Within the house all was brilliant. Tobias Teach, subservient and openly Toryish now, talked without ceasing. His daughter, Mistress Patience, beautiful and queenly of figure, though but eighteen, had already captured Col. Wister, and while Gen. Howe and his officers sat round a table in the middle of the room drinkin g numerous toasts to the king and confusion to his enemies, Mistress Patience and the colonel were having a little argument near the harpsichord. They did not dream of the presence of the daring young Americans outside.


Redcoats and Rebels. 55 The two captains had matured their plans, and all were ready to obey their orders. They were to creep up to the veranda and make ready for a rush for the door the moment it should be opened in response to Capt. Lowry's knock. The surprise would be over in a moment, by which time Gen. Howe and his officers would find themselves prisoners of war and in the hands of the Boys of Liberty. It was a daring conception, but none too daring for those who had formed it. Not the sign of a guard could the boys discover about the old house. Perhaps Tobias Teach thought his guest perfectly safe while he drank his wine and told his jokes. And as for Gen. Howe, he believed what he had been told-that the Tories had so terrorized that par ticular region that the rebels would never dare raid the house. "Ready !" passed from lip to lip after the last con sultation. The dark line moved toward the house. The ten figures of the Boys of Liberty hugged the ground, and kept in the shadows as they moved for ward They reached the veranda and Frank Lowry leaped nimbly upon it without the slig htest noise. It was a moment of peril.


Redcoats and Rebels. If they were discovered-but they dared not think of that; the nearness of Gen. Howe overcame all fear and nerved their hearts for the desperate attempt. Master Lowry, setting his teeth hard and clutching his naked sword in his right hand, knocked upon the door. The next moment the hum of conversation inside died away, and the Boys of Liberty gained the long porch. "Some one at the door," Frank heard Tobias Teach exclaim. "Send Pompey to open it, daughter." The boys lowered their muskets and moved the bright bayonets toward the portal. The door opened. "Charge for liberty!" cried out Frank Lowry, as he threw himself forward into the blaze of light that rushed from the room. "The rebels the rebels !" was the response that met the attacking party. There was a hasty scramble as the Boys of Liberty dashed forward, and the foremost caught sight of a number of brilliant red coats among the lights. "Surrender, Gen. Howe, or we'll cut you down!" exclaimed Capt. Pierce. "Death to the rebels !" With this cry the lights in the room seemed to be extinguished simultaneously Darkness and confusion fell over the scene.


Redcoats and Rebels. 57 "Down with the rebel cutthroats !" "They're outside!" cried Frank, as he clutched Ben jamin s arm. "We are being attacked from the rear!" "By the Night Owl s no doubt." "Surround the house, and don't let a rebel escape!" came the command from without. "Down with the scum of rebellion! Huzza for Kin g Geor ge!" The bo ys, thus set between two fires, stocxl irresolute for a moment, but the voice of their captain reassured them. There was one person among them who had not lost his bead. "About face!" rang out the voice of Benjamin Pierce. "Charge !" The boys obeyed with a shout, and in another moment they were rushing from the house through the great, wide doorway, and were on the veranda. As they reached this spot a volley flashed in their faces, but most of the balls went hi g h. The halt on the porch was momentary. "Forward! Charge!" The little company dashed forward, and were met by another volley. Their answer was a flash all along their line. "Cut the rebels down!" cri e d the unseen leader of their foes. "At them, my boys! No quarter to the scum of the coloni e s !" But the boys, who had now b e come accustomed to


Redcoats and Rebels. the light outside, caught sight of the fellows by whom they were menaced, and knew what to do. Capt. Pierce threw himself at the head of the line. "Charge!" he shouted. Away went the little company straight at the dark mass of the enemy, Frank Lowry at Benjamin's side. It was the cold steel that caused the darkened mass to fall back. The menace of the bayonets and the shouts of the darin g wielders of the steel made the bravest foe shrink. The line seemed to melt away beneath the stars. The Boys of Liberty passed through the shadows where it had lately confronted them, and when they about-faced at their leader's command, sullen and determined, they could not see a sign of the foe. "Confound it!" cried Frank Lowry; "the red birds have escaped us!"


CHAPTER VII. THE DOVE IN THE SERPENT'S NEST. It was true that Mistress Beverley had been en snared by as dark a plot as was ever hatched against a fair young lady. Going back to the night of Capt. Lowry's ride for Putnam, let us enter a house situated not very far from the scene of the dash for Gen. Howe by the Boys of Liberty, and see what occurred there. It is an old house with high gables, after the manner of homes built during the days of the colonies. The surroundings are not of the best, for a dense thicket stands behind the old place while a lot of bushes screen it from the nearest road. It has heavy shutters which are tightly closed. The doors are heavy, made for protection against foes without, and the whole appearance of the place indicates a prison more than anything else. The house, built for the most part of roughly dressed stone, is a two-story affair, the lower rooms being quite commodious, but the upper ones little better than cells. On the ni ght in question, and while Master Lowry was riding toward the other stone house near the Jamaica Road, a number of rough-looking fellows were


60 The Dove m the Serpent's Nest. congr eg ated in the largest lower room of the old buildin g They were s ea ted at a table upon which lay the re mains of a feast, for the tablecloth showed where wine had been freely spilled and where more than one bowl of some sort of soup had been overturned. They were ten in number, were these revelers. Their leader, a large, dark-featured man, with long hair, look e d more like a pirate than like a person i v in g on Lon g Island, with no pirate vessel s within a thousand miles. He struck the table with his fist and his brethren looked at him in silence. "Let's have a rebel song from our bird!". this man exclaimed, as he laughed hoarsely. "A son g a song!" took up the other puppets, who looked like their c a ptain. "Bring her down, Goshen !" The wretch called Goshen staggered from the table, overturning a chair, and vanished upstairs. In a f ew moments his voice was heard beyond the door, and one of the soberest of the feasters opened it. Master Goshen entered the room, almost dragging after him a b ea utiful y oung lady, whose cheeks wore the cri ms on h u e of indi g n a tion. "Here she is H e r e' s our rebel bird!" cried the leader at sight of the ir captive. "Well, my Jeddy, you re rested, I suppose?"


The Dove in the Serpent's Nest. 61 The captive turned her head toward the speaker, but did not answer. 'We want a song to conclude our feast," went on the captain-Capt. J ockell his mates called him-"and we have sent for you to enliven us. Sing us something, Mistress Beverley. We don't care if it is a rebel song. It may be some time before you get back to the home nest; it depends on your relatives, you see. But hurry up. Give us the song." Instead of complying with this harshly spoken com mand, Mistress Beverley straightened till her figure seemed to increase in stature, and she shook off the last touch of Goshen's hand on her arm as if the touch were contaminating. "Sing for you?" she cried, as her eyes flashed. "For you, a lot of conscienceless wretches who decoyed me to this place by a lie in black and white--" "Hear her, fellows I" broke in Capt. Jockell. "She's the prettiest rebel I ever saw, and the fellow who gets her will win a prize worth more than the mines of Gol conda." The young girl turned upon the man a withering look, but it did not abash him in the least. "You're not g oin g to disappoint us?" he went on. "We want a good song after the feast. There's nothing like a song to drown dull care, and we don't care if it is about Washington and his rabble.''


62 The Dove in the Serpent's Nest. "No song from me!" cried Mistress Priscilla. "If you have hearts you will--" "We never had such things--ha! ha! ha! We're the Night Owls of Long Island, and many a Whig has felt our beaks." "I doubt not that. Many a life has been taken by your hands. I doubt not that if you would look at them now you would see blood upon every one." "You're rebel, Mistress Beverley?" "I have told you so before now !" came back the flashing answer. "You hope Washington will drive Gen. Howe off the island when he lands, as he will in the course of a few: hours?" "You know that I do wish that and more !" "Rebel to the core, boys Listen to her We shall have to clip the feathers of this fine bird o paradise unless she-" "Unless I renounce my sentiments? Is that it, sir? Then, know that Priscilla Beverley will never consent to leave this island except as a lover of liberty. You decoyed me here. You forged a letter saying that a young Continental soldier, with whom I happen to be acquainted, was wounded, and the moment I set foot on Long Island I knew it was a lie." "It was a pretty trick, 'pon my soul !" laughed Capt. Jockell. "I never saw one quite so slick. But we've almost lost sight of the song."


The Dove in the Serpent's Nest. 63 Mistress Beverley, with heightened color, did not reply. "It's getting late, and we've some business to attend to out yonder. In fact, to tell the truth, we want to look into an old Whig's treasure chest." "Robbers! plunderers !" "Thanks, Mistress Beverley," bowed the leader of the Night Owls. "It is a pity Gen. Greene has not been able to catch all of you I am told that he has secured a few of your number, and he hangs you as fast as he catches. My thanks to Gen. Greene.'' "By Jove! this is too much!" cried Capt. Jockell. "We must have the song, !eddy." Mistress Priscilla glued her lips tightly and only looked at the man at the head of the table. "What do you sing most?" asked the captain. "Not the songs that you approve. You might know as much!" "Of course not !" grinned the man. "Then give us 'Washington's Fame.' That's a capital song, and they sing it in the rebel camps. It is quite popular, I understand, in the homes of rebels in New York, and, of course, you can sing it and sing it well." "You have my ultimatum," and Priscilla backed off and looked over the crowd. "She won't sing, cap'n," growled another fellow.


64 The Dove in the Serpent's Nest. "This rebel witch has the audacity of the old Harry. W e'n have to clip her fine wings a little." "Hush up, Maggart. She's conning her song now. Silence down the table !" And the speaker struck the board tin the tableware rattled like mad. But the calm eye of Mistress Beverley looked the crowd over and defied them an. "Hasten! We must be off!" "Give us the worst rebel song you've got. We don't care." Not a word from the patriot girl. "W e'n let you go if you sing for us." Priscina took heart at this, but only for a moment. She knew it was a lie as black as the heart that coined it. What, let her go without exacting a ransom or of fering her some indignity? Never! "Wen, if you will not sing," cried Capt. Jockell, as he left the table in sputtering rage, "you shall kiss the crowd." At this the face of the patriot maiden flamed scarlet. She fell back almost to the wall, and as she did so she swept one hand toward Goshen and wrenched a pistol from his belt. "She's robbed me, cap'n, the witch has !" exclaimed Goshen, as he saw his weapon clutched in the white hand of the fair girl.


The Dove in the Serpent's Nest. 65 "The more fool you," was the response, as Capt. Jockell lost color. Goshen turned upon Priscilla and eyed her like a robbed hyena. At first he showed signs of springing upon her for the recovery of his pistol, but if he thought of such a thing he did not carry out his plans. "Make her sing now," went down the table. "Make her give up Goshen's pistol or kiss every mother's son of us!" "That's what I'll do!" Capt. Jockell came toward Mistress Beverley. His eyes aflame with drink, and his fury raised to a drunkard's pitch, his voice rose in unison with his feelings. He came down the table like a wild beast. "The song! the song !""he roared. "Come, my pretty rebel with the golden wings, give us the song or--" He stopped as suddenly as he had sprung forward at command of his evil nature. A pistol had been thrust into his face. Capt. Jockell might have faced men in battle or in a midnight foray, but here was a young lady, cool and a captive, with a single pistol in her white hand, and the muzzle of the weapon was looking him square in the face. Perhaps the valiant Night Owl looked beyond the hand that held the weapon without a quaver.


66 The Dove in the Serpent's Nest. If he did he caught a certain gleam in the eyes be hind the pistol which told him that it might be dan gerous for him to throw another foot forward. "She won't shoot," cried some one. "We want the song or the kisses-ha ha !" This seemed to stimulate the leader of the Owls. It put new courage into his heart, as it seemed, and he took another step forward. "That's near enough I" came over the shining barrel. Capt. J ockell halted. "You won't sing, eh?'' "I've told you half a dozen times." For another moment the Night Owl looked into the white and tensely drawn face before him, and then shrugged his broad shoulders. "What, ain't you going to force her, cap'n ?" roared another fellow down the table. "No; I'm not." "Why not?" The leader of the Night Owls turned with a grin toward his subordinate. "Do you think I want my face spoiled?" he asked, grimly. "She won't--" "Yes, she will; it's in her eye," interrupted Jockell. "I've seen these Yankee women before to-night. Take her back, Goshen."


The Dove in the Serpent's Nest. 67 But Goshen did not step forward to carry out his chief's command. "You don't care to do it, I see, Goshen." "Not while she's got my pistol." The semblance of a smile gathered at Priscilla's mouth. Gathering up her skirts she moved toward the stair door and with her left hand, while she still faced the crowd, opened it and reached the first step. "Never mind the escort," she said, with a mock bow, "I can find my way to my room. And, Goshen, when I am considered safe from impertinence you can have your weapon-not before." "One word, Mistress Beverley!" cried Capt. Jockell, as he raised his hand. "Will Mistress Murray give us ten thousand for your safe return?" "Not if I can help it! Good-night." The door closed, and the bewildered island freebooters heard the patter of the young lady's shoes on the steps.


,GIAPTER VIII. AN INTERRUPTED CLEW. While the Boys of Liberty had failed to capture Gen. Howe and his brother officers at the old stone mansion near the Jamaica Road, they had had an ad venture they would not soon forget. They had escaped with their lives, which they could attribute to the wild firing of the enemy on the outside, and when they found themselves safe from pursuit they came together for council. Their chagrin was great indeed. If they had managed to capture the British com mander their future fame would have been secured, and yet but a little m?re strategy might have accom plished their object. They were without means of knowing whether Mis tress Priscilla was an inmate of the house or not ; but they had discovered that Tobias Teach re s ided there, at least a part of the time, and Frank Lowry con cluded that the song he had heard had issued from his daughter's lips. Therefore, the boys went back, considerably put out over their escapade, but contented themselves with knowing that they had fallen in with some informa tion that would benefit the cause of liberty.


An Interrupted Clew. Frank found Gen. Putnam in no good humor. Matters were not going to suit the old patriot and he was afraid that Gen. Sullivan would not fight his men up to his expectations. "Well, sir?" brusquely demanded Putnam as Frank entered his room. The young patriot proceeded to give a detailed report of the night's adventures, to which Old Put lis tened with some impatience. "Let Howe get throu g h your fingers, did you?" he cried. "Now, that was a pretty kettle of fish. Had you bagged him we would have the cards in our hands; but now--" "We would have captured him but for the sudden appearance of the Night Owls outside." "Always the Night Owls! Am I never to hear the last of these pesky fellows?" "Not until we have destroyed them, I fear," ventured Lowry. "Do you think you could do it?" "I would undertake the exploit if given enough men." "Now, that sounds better. Well, sir, I'll give you all the men you want--" "Let me take the Boys of Liberty." "They are at your service." "I'll take them."


An Interrupted Clew. Putnam turned upon Frank and looked him over for a minute without speaking. "It's a desperate undertaking, and we are on the eve of a battle besides. Cornwallis will probably land his troops to-morow, and the Hessians will touch terra firma at the same time, so you see we shall need about all the men we have." Frank did not reply. "By the way, you did not see anything of the mute at the old house?" suddenly asked the general. "No." "I am at a loss to know the identity of the dwarfish figure you saw shot from the bowlder." "So am I." "Wait a moment." Putnam went to the door and called a name which Frank did not quite catch. A man entered the room and sat down. He was an old man, with long, white hair, and upon his face was a settled expression of sorrow "Morgan," said Putnam, "do you know anyone on the island who is dwarfish?" The old man lau g hed. "Yes." "Well?" "I know a little boy named Ryddy." "Reddy, you mean?" "No, your excellency; Ryddy."


An Interrupted Clew. "Ryddy who?" "I guess that's all the name he's got. He is only half-witted goes where he pleases, sees everything, and so on." "Where does he live?" "Nowhere in particular." "But he must have a nest." "Oh, he has that. Sometimes he sleeps in my house-'' "But he's not there now. Ryddy's killed," said Frank. "Killed !" exclaimed the old man, with some amazement. "Then it's been within the last hour ." "I saw him shot from a bowlder at the stone mansion near the Jamaica Road." "Old Tobias Teach's house?" "You might call it that from what I saw there not long ago." "Who killed Ryddy ?" "That I don't know, sir. He was shot while we lay in front of the place." "Why, young sir, I saw Ryddy alive within the last hour." Gen. Putnam looked at Frank and smiled. "It's the dead come to life, perhaps," he said. "Mor gan, go and bring Master Ryddy here, if you find him." The old man bolted off.


72 An Interrupted Clew. "He won't find Master Ryddy," said Lowry, "for I'm sure he was shot over yonder." "W-,{11 wait and see." Ten minutes later voices were heard beyond the door, and when it opened the old man was seen dragging a dwarfish obj e ct into the room. "Here's Master Ryddy !" he exclaimed in triumph, as he looked up at Putnam. "Found him curled up in my oven like a dog. Look up, Ryddy. This is Gen. Putnam." Frank looked amazed, but saw that the shape of the figure before him resembled the object they had seen drop from the bowlder at the pistol's report. Ryddy, the dwarf, was still young-barely old, enough, however, to be called a man-but his eyes were as bright as beads in his head, and his every movement was agile. He blinked hi11 eyes in the light as though it hurt them, whereat the old man remarked that Ryddy seldom ran at large during the day, but played owl after sundown, when his sight seemed preternaturally keen. "Where were you to-ni g ht, Master Ryddy ?" asked Putnam, coming close to the strange creature. The strange one blinked a g ain. "I saw them," he said a t last. "At the stone house?" queried Frank, who could not curb his impati e nce.


An Interrupted Clew. 73 Ryddy nodded. "But last night-ha! ha! How she did face the cowards!" he suddenly exclaimed, as he fell back into the chair in a fit of laughter. Frank Lowry started. "You saw whom?" he cried. "The dove in the eagle's nest!" "Mistress Beverley? It must have been she!" "Where did you see the dove in the eagle's nest?" asked the general. "In the big stone house." "Tell us!" cried Frank, while the old man held up his hand warningly. "The poor boy cannot be questioned too rapidly," he said ; "if you do so you will lose him altogether as a witness. You must go slow with Master Ryddy, and give him time. He will tell all if you let him alone; but if he doesn't want to tell a thing all the powers that be cannot force the information from him." "We'll give him time," said Putnam. "Now, Master Ryddy, go on and tell us what you saw last night." Thereupon the dwarf proceeded and gave a vivid de scription of the scene between Mistress Priscilla and the Night Owls. Frank moved uneasily on his chair, eager to put in a few questions, but at each sign of this Putnam held up his hand. "He saw Mistress Beverley," cried the young pro-


74 An Interrupted Clew. vincial at last, when Ryddy had finished his story. "Now let him locate the spot, and--" Frank was interrupted by footfalls on the other side of the door, and when the portal opened Gen. Sullivan stood before the group. Putnam, who had sent for him, greeted him cor dially, and Ryddy, the dwarf, taking advantage of the visit, sprang up and moved toward the door. "Don't let him go, Morgan!" exclaimed Frank Lowry, excitedly. "He knows where the young lady is!" "He is through talking for to-night. You couldn't get another word out of Ryddy if you threatened him with death." "But he must tell." By this time the dwarf was fairly out of the room, with Frank in hot pursuit. He overtook the strange creature a few steps from the general's headquarters and seized his shoulder. "Where did you see the lady face the Night Owls?" he demanded. "Ryddy knows." "Of course you do, and I must know, too. Out with it, sir, or by my life--" Ryddy jerked away the length of Lawry's arm, but Frank still held his grip. "I'll run you through unless you tell !" he almost roared. "This is a pretty how-dy-do, by the gods Are


An Interrupted Clew. 75 you going to keep that young lady in durance to suit yourself? She's in the clutches of the Night Owls of Long Island--" "Look here, sir. It seems to me you take a good deal of liberty with one of God's demented creatures, threatening him with your sword !" The tones went through every fiber of Lawry's na ture. In an instant he whirled and stood face to face with Capt. Roger Marley, the young officer with whom he had fought the interrupted duel at the Red Lion. "I attend to my own affairs," exclaimed Frank, col oring. "I have a right to force this strange creature to speak, and speak he shall." "Not under duress unless he wants to." Marley looked like a lion in Frank's path, and the two youths in buff and blue faced one another like gladiators. "We'll finish the other affair right here if you say so!" cried Marley. "Just as you wish, sir," and Frank drew his blade and planted himself within sword reach of his antag onist. In executin g the last movement, Lowry was obliged to release Ryddy, who, inste ad of bounding away, quietly seated himself on an empty ammunition chest and awaited results.


An Interrupted Clew. "What shall the signal be?" asked Frank, as he looked Marley fairly in the face. "The old man yonder can count three. He looks interested. Do you hear, daddy?" The white-haired man nodded. He advanced a step and raised one of his ~ithered hands. "One-two--three !" With the last numeral the swords met in midair and the young duelists went at it in earnest. Ryddy clapped his hands at a good sword play, and frowned when a bad one was made. "Take them both to the guardhouse!" shouted Gen. Putnam, from the window of his headquarters. "I'll liberate them in time to let the Hessians have a whack at them." Frank protested with a look, but the old general was obdurate. "March them off, officer!" he repeated to the sub altern whom he had summoned to the scene. "And, mind you, don't put them together. They might take a notion to tear each other's feathers like two mad crows. Perhaps their blood wil ; cool before long. It's all about a pair of bright eyes, I understand," and the seamy face of Old Put disappeared. There was no help for it. The young soldiers were marched away.


CHAPTER IX. DISCIPLINED. It was Capt. Lowry s first experience in the guard house, and there he had time for reflection. He had to acknowled ge the justness of his sentence, for he saw how foolish were those so-called affairs of honor. As he paced the cramped limits of the little room with one window, out of which he could look upon the preparations made for the defense of the island against the British, he raged like a caged eagle. As for Capt. Marley, he laughed at his sentence. He was young, like Frank, and he had been under discipline more than once, for he was hot-headed, and already had two duels to his credit. He did not take his confinement so much to heart as did his young enemy, and thus the day passed with Putnam still in ill humor over the acts of his young officers. The following day, in the middle of the forenoon, Frank found himself at liberty, with instructions to report at once to the old general. While at liberty, he was still under r estra int, for a guard escorted him across the little space that inter vened between the guardhouse and headquarters


Disciplined. What was young Lowry's surprise when he was ushered into Putnam's presence to find Washington there. The commander-in-chief had come over from New York at an early hour, and had already finished the in spection of some new works. "This is the young gentleman," said Gen. Putnam, with a wave of the hand, as Frank entered the room. "I trust he has been well disciplined, and is not quite so eager to have his blood spilled by one of our own men." Washington turned to Frank, whom he seemed to recognize, and for a moment was silent. "Capt. Lowry," he said, slowly, as if he weighed his every word, "I am sorry you had to be disciplined a little; but I doubt not Gen. Putnam did right. We cannot afford to spill each other's blood when the enemy is waiting for us to spill theirs. This custom of dueling is all wrong. Men should settle their dif ficulties without recourse to the duello. It is a relic of the Dark Ages, when men were but half civilized or partly wild-savages more than men, sir. We need all the strong arms we can get, sir, in the service of our beloved country, which just now, more than ever, needs the good sword of every lover of liberty Frank remained silent. He felt that he deserved the rebuke which the gentle Washington was be stowing.


Disciplined. 79 "I have heard of you, Capt. Lowry," Washington continued. "You have already rendered your country distinguished service, and it is my wish that nothing shall cloud your record. To-morrow, perhaps, we shall meet the enemy in battle upon this very hill, and you know that we need every man now under the flag of freedom. We have put our trust in the God of bat tles, asking for His guidance, and we believe God is with us in this strugg le for national existence. We must not think of p e rsonalities during the battle for liberty. We mu s t sink all such things for the common good, and, Capt. Lowry, if you will give over your passion a little till we shall have triumphed, as I be lieve we ultimately shall, you will find me ready to help you to a hi gher plane." Kind as the rebuke was it had a sting for the sensi tive soul of Frank. He could not say that it was a rebuke which might have been left unsaid, and when Washington con cluded he looked up and caught the kindly eye of his commander-in-chief. "It shall be as you say, Gen. Washington!" he cried. "Henceforth I will sink all my personalities for the good of the common cause. We must stand or fall together." "That is it precisely. You say rightly, Capt. Lowry. I love every man who fights under me. They are my


80 Disciplined. children, and I would not see one fall in battle could I help it. Ay, sir, we must stand or fall together," and Washington, advancing a step, took Frank's hand. "Sink everything for the good of our country, and, by the blessing of God, we shall be free. I have already spoken to Capt. Marley," and with this the comman der-in-chief turned to Putnam. "You will report to your regiment-Smallwood's," said Putnam to our young friend, after a brief talk with Washington in undertones. "At once, sir?" "At once. The battle will soon commence. The other matter can wait on it; but it is possible that the campaign will disclose the secret of the young lady's whereabouts." Frank saluted and turned away. His ears seemed to ring with the last words of the devoted Washington. "He is ri ght!" he exclaimed. "We must sink every thing for the good of the country. Nothing persc:1al must come between us and final victory." Almost the first person Capt. Lowry saw when he emerged from headquarters was the irrepressible Ryddy. He stood leaning against the flagstaff, blinking to ward the bay, and Frank's first impulse was to capture him for a certain purpose.


Disciplined. 81 If the dwarf had the eyes of the owl he certainly in dicated as much, for the sunlight seemed to hurt his visionary orbs, and he was not aware of Frank's pres ence till the young provincial tapped him gently on the shoulder. It then took Ryddy several minutes to size up the situation, and when he did a smile came over his face. Remembering hi s eagern e ss and hasty questions of the night before, Frank approached the matter nearest his heart with a good d e al of caution. "Master Ryddy," said he "since you know where the young lady is in the hands of the Night Owls, would you mind taking a note to her?" "Ryddy will deliver it, sir." Frank was overjo y ed "And bring one back to me?" The dwarf bowed. He was g e tting quite friendly and accommodating. Thereupon Frank took out his diary, tore out a leaf and wrote a g ainst the flagstaff-not a very good desk, but good enough in an emergency. Ryddy whistled a Briti s h air while Frank wrote. "This is it, sir," said the young Continental, placing the note in Ryddy's hands. "It would please me to have it delivered as soon as possibl e You will find me with Col. Small w ood's regiment. He commands the Mary landers, you know."


Disciplined. Ryddy, the dwarf, thrust the letter into his bosom and looked curiously at Frank. "You heard Mistress Patience sing the other night," said he, with a grin. "And she sings like a bird, too." "Like two birds, when both sing together," smiled Ryddy. "I heard you say when I said I must get acquainted with her that I would be hanged if I did." The little fellow started. ''Did you mean that, Master Ryddy ?" "Why not? Mistress Patience is Master Teach's child, and you must know what he is." "A Tory?" "More than that." "Not the--" "Yes; that's it," and Ryddy laid his hand on Frank's arm. "Everybody don't know it, but I do. You just missed taking Gen. Howe, didn't you ?" "Just missed that big redcoat prize. They shot you from the bowlder. I saw you fall." "Just grazed," laughed Ryddy. "The Owl blinked when he pulled the trigger, and that is how I came to escape. But, Master Lowry-you see I know who you are, Morgan told me-if you had g one a little further into the stone house you would have made a discovery."


Disciplined. "Not that Mistress Beverley is there?'' "No; but gold-gold!" "Tory gold, you mean?" "Cellars filled with gold and plate-enough to brighten the eyes and fill the chests of your Gen. Washington." "Thanks for the information, Ryddy. We may make use of it some other time." "Too late now. All's been moved." "That is too bad. I see what we missed. But you see the Owls came up in our rear, though fortunately they did us no damage. I wonder if we paid off any old scores that night." Ryddy held up three fingers. "That many?" smiled Frank. "Well, it was some thing, after all. We did not shoot altogether at random in the dark. If the hoots of three Night Owls have been stilled it is that much-that many less to hang when we get our hands on them." At this juncture Ryddy moved away, first clapping his hand to his breast to see whether the note for Mis tress Priscilla was safe, and finding it thus, he turned, suddenly waved Frank a salute, and was gone. "It was the best I could do," thought the young pro vincial. "If she gets the note she will know where to find me, and doubtless will acquaint me with her where abouts. Then I can work for her rescue understand-


Disciplined. ingly and not in the dark as now. That Ryddy is a queer creature, whom one must humor, I see. It does no good to hurry or cross him." Bent now upon obeyin g the orders received from Gen. Putnam to rejoin his command, Frank proceeded to a certain house where he had left his sword. There he put the weapon on and made ready for his departure. He was about to quit the building when he heard a loud shout, and, upon raising the window sash, he saw a young countryman riding up the hill, waving his hat like mad. When the youth on the foamy horse came within hearing distance, his words smote upon Frank's ears: "They're coming! The British are advancing! Our forces are fighting on the outposts The fields are alive with redcoats! The enemy is at hand!" Frank could not repress a smile at the country boy's excitement, and springing from the house he ran toward him. 'Where are they?" demanded Frank, as he placed himself in the path of the excited rider. "You're not very explicit." "Get out of my way! I'll ride you down! The British are coming, and they're just behind me!" "I can't see a sin g le redcoat. Where are they? Will you show me the enemy?"


Disciplined. The boy had pulled up, and was gazing down at Master Lowry, who was as cool as when upon dress parade. "Where did you see this invading host?" demanded Frank again. "Back over the hills l Back yonder, by the water I They are as thick as the sands on the shore." "Then there's no hope for us. That's a good many men, sir. What's your name?" "Tom Hapgood, sir; but I don't see what that's to you." "Well, Master Hapgood, since you have seen the enemy, your information may be needed right over yonder in that little stone house. That is Gen. Putnam's headquarters, and Gen. Washington may be there yet." "The big rebel, Washington?" "Yes, air. You've been with the Tories, I see. Perhaps you're a young Tory yourself." "I'm Master Noah Hapgood's son, and he hasn't a drop of Tory blood in his veins. But where is Gen. Washington? I should like to get a good look at him." "Go over to the little stone house, then, and report." Master Hapgood gathered up his reins, and was about to proceed, when a paper fluttered to the ground from the rider's bosom. "Hand that up here!" cried the boy, as Frank stooped to pick up the paper. "Don't you open it, sir I"


86 Disciplined. But t he inquisitive young Continental had already done so, and a glance showed him that it was a pass from Gen. Howe. "You're a young spy, Master Hapgood!" exclaimed Frank. "And you will go with me to Gen. Putnam."


CHAPTER X. OLD PUT AND THE YOUNG SPY. Master Hapgood showed plainly that he did not relish the situation. To be caught as a spy and turned over to the tender mercies of Old Put was a fate not to be desired even by the coolest and bravest. If Tom Hapgood could show that he had come into possession of Gen. Howe's pass fairly, and was a pa triot, then it might not go hard with him, but to be proven a spy, to be found with the guilt upon one's person, was another and a dreadful matter. The boy might have struck the rowels of his horse with his heels, for he was barefoot, and thus escaped for the time being; but when he looked down at the pistol which Frank had drawn to enforce obedience, his courage failed him, and he assumed an air of bragg adocio "Take me to your Gen. Putnam !" he cried. "Face me with Washington hi ms elf. I guess I have a right to spread the news that the British are coming!" "Yes ; but y ou would look better spreading it without Gen. Howe s pass in your possession." The boy was silent, and taking the horse by the bridle, Frank led him away. Gen. Washington had gone to inspect some works on


88 Old Put and the Young Spy. Prospect Hill, after which he would return to New York, and Frank Lowry found Putnam alone. As he entered the room in company with his prisoner, Old Put looked up and fastened his gaze on Master Hapgood. "I'm no spy, general!" blurted out the boy the mo ment he set eyes on the old leader of the patriots. "I'm no spy, I say, and--" "Who said you were, young sir?" "This ought to be explained, it seems to me," quietly put in Frank, as he laid the bit of paper on Putnam's table. "I see," said the old general, adjusting his heavy glasses, "a pass from Gen. Howe. You had this, young sir, in your possession?" "Yes, sir." "How came you by it?" "He gave it to me yesterday to let me pass through the British lines. I was selling some apples in camp." Putnam hummed a little to himself, and then turned to Lowry. "Did you search the young fellow, captain?" he asked. "No, sir." "Then you don't know what he may have made way with." "I have watched him closely ever since his capture." Master Hapgood broke in with :


Old Put and the Young Spy 89 "You don't think .I'm a spy just because I had that paper in my doublet?" "I've hanged men on less evidence, sir." "Then it's all up with me. I told them--" "Aha! you told them it would be dangerous to have it found on your person, did you? Well, now, Master Hapgood, you might as well make a clean breast of the whole matter. You don't look like an old-timer. There's youth in your favor, but we hang spies regard less of their ages." The condition of Tom Hapgood was pitiable in the extreme. He had broken down, and was pale and trembling, while great drops of sweat stood out on his forehead. "Search him, captain," said Putnam, quietly. Capt. Lowry stepped toward the prisoner, when sud denly one of his hands went to his mouth. Frank divined the movement instantly. In a flash his hands were at young Tom's throat, but the agile boy gulped and looked triumphant. He had swallowed a paper of some kind, and Putnam raged when he saw that Frank, quick as he was, was too late. A rigid search of the boy's clothing revealed noth ing compromising, and Frank stepped back. ''What did you swallow, young sir?" demanded Geo. Putnam. ''What they told me to."


90 Old Put and the Young Spy. "You're pretty cool. Do you know by your own ad mission that you have put your head iri the noose?" The boy said nothing. "Gen. Howe told you to swallow what you have just gulped down in case you fell into the enemy's hands, did he?" "That's what you've just said." "But isn't it true?" "I have come from Gen. Howe,'' admitted the boy. "I am Tom Hapgood, from below. The British have landed in great numbers--" "We know that." "But they have attacked one of your outposts, and there has been some fighting." "We are not unaware of that, also. But as to yourself. You came to our camp for a purpose?" "Yes, sir." "You came from Gen. Howe?" "That's what I did." The cleverness of the youth struck Putnam forcibly. "Then, why not tell us, Master Hapgood, wha t you came for, and what you've already done for your em ployer in scarlet?" Young Hapgood crossed his legs and recrossed them before he made reply. It was not that he was embarrassed, for he was not. He possessed the coolness of a veteran. "Go on," said the impatient Putnam.


Old Put and the Young Spy. 91 "Have you a bit of paper? I mean a great, big sheet, which you can put against your wall yonder?" Putnam opened a drawer in the table and took out a map sheet, which he unrolled. "That's it, sir!" cried Tom Hapgood. "Now, will you be kind enough to fasten it on the wall just as you would a map ?" "Fasten it over yonder, Capt. Lowry." This Frank did, and the brusque old general turned again to the accused boy. "Hold on I've got some kiel in my pocket," he said, as he stepped over to the other side of the room. "I have told you that the enemy have landed, and that they have skirmished with your army." "Yes; you've told me that." "But I haven't told you the plan of battle?" "Do you know it?" "I have kept eyes and ears open, and because I carry Gen. Howe's pass in my pocket and have swallowed a bit of paper, I'm not quite as black as you've painted me." "Proceed, then." Young Tom began to draw lines on the paper, never once looking at Putnam and Frank till he had finished. "Now," said he, with an air of triumph, as he turned to the general ; "here is Grant coming up the coast to ward Red Lion. Over here is the main force com manded by Gen. Howe in person and aided by Com-


92 Oki Put and the Young Spy. wallis, Clinton and Percy. This is the spot where De Heister with his Hessians, will wait till Gen. Howe fires his signal gun, telling him that the passes have been forced. You see the line running toward the west? Well after forcing the passes-there are four of them, you know, Gen. Putnam, though all will not be forced-the whole British army will be upon you. Grant is to make the great feint-that's what the coun cil said--" ''What council?" "Gen. Howe's." "Were you admitted to it before they invested you with the authority of a spy?" "I have ears and eyes, sir," hau g htily said the boy. "You do not believe me, Gen. Putnam?" "I am loth to believe that you, a boy, know all this." ''Then you might as well hang me at once." "But, young sir, tell me what you swallowed just a while a g o." "I will not do that !" "Yet, with a pass from Gen. Howe in your posses sion, you pretend to map out the enemy's campaign." "I have mapped it out. It will be as I have drawn on the paper." Putnam took his eyes from Tom Hapg ood for a few moments, during which time he studied the map carefully.


Old Put and the Young Spy. 93 "Is it true about your apple selling in the British camp?" he asked. "It is true. "But what do you conceal? What was on the paper you swallowed in my presence?" A smile crossed the boy's face and his countenance changed. You'd hang me if I told you." "Perhaps I'll han g you, anyhow," was the answer. Putnam took out his heavy watch and consulted it a moment. "Look out of the window Capt. Lowry, a nd see if Gen. Sullivan is in sight. He is expected at any moment." Frank went over to the window, but could see nothing of Sullivan. I'll give you one more chance for your lif e," said Putnam, severel y as he turned once more upon the youthful prisoner. "Will you tell me what you swal lowed?" "Yes sir!" Tom Hapg ood adv an c e d till he stood w i thin a few f e et of the bluff old h e ro of Horseneck. "I swallo w ed th e plans of your fortific a tions on Brookl yn Hei ghts!" "The fur y you did I" cri e d Putna m s p rin g in g to his fee t w i th r a g e dep ict e d in ev ery fea ture. "Dare you confess t h is? "Why no t ? Gen Put n am, I a m under a p romise to


94 Old Put and the Young Spy. Gen. Howe, and while I have given you the correct plan of his campaign on Long Island, I have also assisted the enemy." "A double-faced spy, by my faith!" "You may call me such if you will. I have been forced to draw the plans I have swallowed. They were outlined on tissue paper. I have been two days about your works. But I have not yet reported to Gen. Howe." "And by my life you never will!" roared Putnam. "Then my father dies." The boy fell back and his eyes dropped. "What's that, sir?'' d e manded Putnam. "I said, then my father dies. He is in Gen. Howe's camp, under sentence of death. I went to Gen. Howe and pleaded for my father's life. There isn't a drop of Tory blood in his veins. He was arrested at the in stance of Tobias Teach, the Tory rin g leader of Long Island. I overheard the plans of the British campaign as discussed at the last council of war held by the enemy. I haven t forgotten a single particular. These plans may be changed. I don't know. Gen. Grant is already marchin g northward toward Red Lion. That means the false move. It is to attract your attention from other points. That is what they claimed at the council of war. I promised, in order to save my father, to secure plans of the American works on Brooklyn Heights. I have done so. My mother is dead, and


Old Put and the Young Spy. 95 my father is the only friend I have left. I am for the patriots. My heart beats against oppression, but you know, Gen. Putnam, that one must first love his father and his mother. If I go back to Gen. Howe without the plans, father dies; if I never return, he dies just the same." During this speech the face of Putnam was turned full upon the boy. At times it grew sympathetic, then the lines hardened again, and at last it became a mystery to Frank Lowry, who had watched its changes all along. What would the old general do? Not only one life was at stake, but two lives. Putnam look ed at the recently drawn map on the wall, and for a moment studied it. All at once his countenance lighted up and he struck the table with his fist. "Take him away, Capt. Lowry!" he cried, with a motion of his hand toward the double spy. "Take him ont of my sight !" "Then--" "Let the boy go! Let him go and save his father. '.But if he ever comes back here I'll hang him higher than Haman !"


CHAPTER XI. IN WHICH MISTRESS TEACH STANDS FORTH, "Is it true that there is a young lady a prisoner in the old house on the creek?" ''Who told you?" "Never mind. I have heard it. They say she was decoyed over from the city by Capt. J ockell and his men, and--" "If the captain thought best to do this, you should not rumple your fine feathers over it, I'm thinking." "But--" "Silence!" almost roared Tobias Teach looking across the room at the fair girl who stood near the window with her hands clasped behind her back while she questioned him. Father and daughter were alone, and the long shadows of the coming night were at hand. Tobias Teach, the head Tory of Long Island, was reputed rich, and all his sympathies were with the king. Time and again he had slipped through the hands of the incensed patriots, and it was rumored that he was the real leader of the Night Owls. "I will not remain silent when one of my sex is in the hands of Capt. Jockell. You know, father, that


Mistress Teach Stands Forth. 97 with all my heart I hate and despise this man, that--" "Why, he's for King George." "Does that make an angel of him ? He is merciless in his dealings with the Whigs, and there are some who are honest in their opinions." "No one can have honest opinions who is against the king." "Then we will not argue that point. But you have not answered me. Where is this imprisoned lady?'' "Why not ask Capt. Jockell? He's at the door now." Mistress Teach glanced toward the door and watched it open with a blanched face. She was Tory like her father, and those who knew her best knew that in politics she would never change. The door opened, and Capt. Jockell, hat in hand, came in. With one glance he took in the situation, but his gaze lingered longest with Mistress Patience. "The movement has begun," he said, as he took a s eat without so much as "by your leave." "Gen. Howe is even now driving in the enemy's outposts, and--" "Where did he strike the rebels?" "Near New Utrecht. They fired a few times and then scattered like sheep. By midnight we will have the passes, and then pour down upon the left of the rebel army." "And be in New York in less than a week!" cried

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98 Mistress Teach Stands Forth Tobias Teach, as he struck the arm of his chair em phatically. "Washington will have to surrender. It will be the only course left him, for we will send the vessels up the rivers and hem him in." "That's the plan exactly." "So Gen. Howe informed me." "Capt Jockell ?" "What is it, Mistress Patience?" The Night Owl turned to the young lady, who still stood erect though her hands had come from behind her, and now hung at her sides. "How comes on your captive?" Capt. J ockell started and shot Tobias Teach a hasty look. "Come, don't deny it to me!" continued Mistress Patience. "I Rnow. Ask me not how." "She was well when I saw her last." "Why don't you release her?" "She is too contumacious, Mistress Teach. Why, she is rebel to the core, and--" "Do you war on unarmed women?" "She wasn't unarmed when we last met. She has eyes that shoot almost as hard as rebel bullets, and, then, we cannot let her go on the eve of the battle." "She is in the old house near the little creek?" "I left her there." "Capt. J ockell, y ou are fast losing the respect I have entertained for you."

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Mistress Teach Stands Forth. 99 "Listen to that sentiment, Friend Tobias! Your fair daughter avows that she has entertained some respect for me." "I never heard her avow that before," smiled Tobias. "Neither did I. Say that again, will you, Mistress Teach?" "It is not necessary. You have no right to keep this lady in durance." "But she's there, and is well protected." "Neve r m ind how well she is guarded. She has been decoyed from her home, and I hear that you will force a ransom from her wealthy aunt in the city. Have you degenerated into a mere ransom getter, Capt. Jockell ?" This was pretty sev ere, and the Night Owl winced. "I am going to see how the lady fares." The Night Owl nearly leaped from his chair. "You will run into danger !" he cried. "The whole island is in a turmoil by this time. There will be fight ing to-night and to-morrow. You do not know when you are safe." "I told you that I am g oing to see how your captive fares repeat e d M istress Patience, deliberately. "I may add to her com fort, and if I mistake not--" "Are you going to let your child risk her life between the two armies ?" The Night O w l had turned to Tobias Teach for help.

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100 Mistress Teach Stands Forth. "I forbid your going. You shall not quit this house without my authority." "Just as if you, sir, could stop Mistress Patience Teach!" and the satin shoe of the young lady stamped the carpet. "Between the two armies, say you, Capt. Jockell? Then I will be safe if I remain out of the range of their fire. This rebel lady has a right to her opinions, my father yonder and yourself to the con trary, notwithstanding," and the speaker bowed to the two men. "Beware if Greene's scouts catch you ." "Or if Putnam's rangers run you down." "Gentlemen, you cannot frighten me from my pur-pose. Capt. Jockell, what kind of message have you for the captive lady?" "I send none. I wash my hands of this business." "I'll wash mine when I come back," laughed the young woman. "I may convert her to the king's cause--" "You? you?" almost roared the Night Owl. "It would take the whole British army to do that. She is dead against King George, and absolutely refused to let me kiss her." "You didn't seek to impose that indignity upon her, did you?" exclaimed the Tory 's dau g hter "Why didn't you kill h e r at once?" "Jus t hear the damsel!" s a id the captain to his host.

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Mistress Teach Stands Forth. IOI "As for myself, I would prefer death to the other torture." Old Tobias laughed and patted Capt. Jockell on the shoulder, while he made a sidelong motion with his head toward his child. Mistress Teach withdrew. "You don't think she'll go to the old house?" in quired Jockell the moment the door closed behind the young lady. "She's got a mind of her own." "Furies and fin<:: wings But she must not meet Mistress Beverley! Why, she might assist my captive in getting out of my power. If those ladies meet there's no telling what may not take place." "It's up to you, Capt. Jockell." ''No, sir; it's up to you. You can prev ent your daughter from setting out to-night for the old house." "I'm sorry to say that she no longer obeys me, only when she wills to. She is as obstreperous as any rebel you ever saw-got her mother's temper. The only thing she ever inherited from her father-myself, at your service, captain-is his nose." Capt. JockeII was not in a humor for laughing. "You won't issue another command for Mistress Teach to remain at home to-night?" "What good would it do? Heavens, man! I'm no longer the head of the house of Teach. That girl de prived me of that dignity some time ago."

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102 Mistress Teach Stands Forth. "Then she shall not meet the rebel!" and Capt. J ockell sprang to his feet with his big hands clinched. "Let her go, I say!" "Do you issue that as a command?" "I do." "Well, you'll rue it, that's all." "Sit down. Don't fly into a passion just because my self-willed daughter insists in becoming a cquainted with this fair rebel whom you have decoyed across the river, by Heaven only knows what sort of story. She won't let the bird out of the cage. Mistress Teach is too loyal to king and crown to think of such a thing for a moment. Why, sir, she would never dream of freeing your prisoner." "But there's no telling what Mistress Beverley may do to your dau g hter, for she faced all of us with a pistol, which she snatched from Goshen, and carried her point." "Trust Mistress Teach to take care of herself when it comes to prowess and physical strength. She's as strong as a lioness, and when she's aroused, look out!" "I observe that without advice," grinned Capt. J ockell. "Then you won't issue orders for her to re main at home to-night?'' "I dare not." Tobias Teach shut his lips sharply behind the last word and leaned back in his chair. From an adjoining room came the hum of singing.

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Mistress Teach Stands Forth. 103 "She's getting ready cried Ca p t. Jockell. "Of course she is. The butterfly is arraying herself for the introduction." Master J ockell struck the carpet with his heels and went off in a series of growls. "Tell me about the movement. What have our people done toward moving up the river?" "I don't know." "And when shall we move out to their help?" "I don t care if we never move," snarled Capt. Jockell. "Good-by, father," said a sweet voice, as a door opened and Mistr e s s Patience's fac e appeared for an in stant there, "I'll see you later. Good-night, Capt. Jockell.'' "See here, just a moment!" called out the old Tory. Mistress Patience hesitated. "If you must go, look out for the rebels. They're retreating over half a dozen roads to-night and you might--" "They're between here and the old house," added Capt. Jockell. "You'll nev e r be able to g et there. And you'll onl y be runnin g y our nose into danger." "Thank you sir. I a m und e r man y obli g ations for the information and th e face vanish e d as the door was closed. "She's a peach th a t dau g hter of y ours, Tobias!" cried the Night Owl. "Here she's liable to spoil a

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104 Mistress Teach Stands Forth. nice thing for us, for her a unt will surely pay us all we ask for the y oun g lad y 's rans om. Think wh a t your share would b e Tobias. It's not too late yet to stop that wild d a u g ht e r of yo urs." But the old Tory of Long Island evidently had made up his mind not to interfere, for he made no response other than to look at Capt. J ockell and smile. "By heavens if you won't, I will!" and the Night Owl was on his feet again. "This must be stopped I Mistress Teach must not find Mistress Beverley. I know a short cut --" "Ten chances to one that Mistress Patienc e has found it already," coolly remarked Tobias Teach. "I say, captain, you're fooled for one night. Better l e t the girl have her way." "And keep us out of ten thousand good dollars? I thought you loved money, Tobias." "As I love my king." "Then, in the name of the aforesaid ten thousand, why didn't you interfere with your daughter's jour ney?" ''What's that? A cannon?" and Tobias Teach sprang up and went to the door. "Brushing away the outpostr;; in the passes, perhaps," answered his guest. Bareheaded in the night, Tobias Teach, the great Tory, stood on the porch and list e ned to occasional re ports of firearms which the winds wafted to his ears.

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Mistress Teach Stands Forth. 105 ''Do you know, Capt. Jookell," he said without turn ing his head to the man at his side, "that I have lost Reuben, the mute?" "Ah! lost him, you say?" "Yes ; he was a spy for Putnam. He vanished several nights ago, and I haven't seen hlm since." "What reward do you pay for news of him ?" "Not a shilling." "Then I 'll impart the news for nothing. We hanged Master Reuben." "YOU did?" "Yes ; we discovered the truth, and pulled him up. You'll find his grave over yonder in the brush. But there goes another gun. What's the orders for tomorrow ?" "We are to fight with the king's troops. The Night Owls are to drop the mask forever."

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CHAPTER XII. THE RIBBON AND ITS OWNER. The plans of Gen. Howe for the conquest of Long Island were in exact accordance with the explanation given Gen. Putnam by the map drawn by Tom Hapgood, the young spy. Gen. Grant hugged the river road as a feint, while De Heister, with his Hessians, went in another direc tion, and Cornwallis sought to turn the left flank of the Americans. Putnam had supreme command within the lines, while Gen. Sullivan had been intrusted w ith the real work in the field in resisting the advance of the enemy. All this was carried out so far as the enemy was conc e rned. Never before had plans been formed and carried out to such a nicety. It was now the night of the 26th of August, and the enemy, advancing through the darkness, found that Sullivan had failed to seize the passes which were the keys to the situation. The firing heard by Tobias Teach and Capt. Jockell from the porch of the famous stone house meant that a small detachment of patriots had essayed to check

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The Ribbon and its Owner. 107 the advance of the British, ancf in this they were par tially successful. Frank Lowry, while waitin g for his regiment, which belonged to Lord Stirling s command, came across the Boys of Libert y with Capt. Pierce at their head. "Where do you fight?" inquired Lowry. "With Col. Smallwood, I believe." "Then, thank fortune, we shall be together. The fortunes of the colonies may hin g e upon the events of the next few hours. We are outnumbered, but that will not prevent us from fightin g to the last. I am to take care of the Night Owls after the battle." "If we are not driven into the river." "Have no fears of that. It will take a stronger army than Gen. Howe commands to do that. No news of Priscilla yet?'' B ut little," answered Benja m in. "She seems to have vanish e d into thin air since reachin g the island. What news have you of her?" Frank narrated as much of Ryddy's story as he cared to, after which C a pt. Benjamin took hope. "It may not be so bad, after all," he said. "She is evidently held in durance somewhere in one of those old houses, which make excell ent prisons. All are Tory stron g holds, and a person h e ld in any of them is surely seclud e d fr o m th e w o rld. \Vou l d you mind goin g with me on a lit t l e sco ut to feel the enemy just a trifle?"

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rn8 The Ribbon and its Owner. "In which direction?" "Toward the Jamaica Road." "I am with y ou. The regiment will not be over from New York until tom orrow, and I have that much time on my hands." The Boys of Liberty had full ranks, and Frank soon joined them with their captain. During the march down a narrow road Frank acquainted Benjamin with his guardhouse experience an:d the reprimand by Washington. "He did it so nicely," said Frank, "that one could hardly call it a reprimand; but that's the reason it hurt so. If Old Put had had the doing of it he wou l d have raged like a caged lion and his language wouldn't have been printable. That's the difference between those two great men. Both have the best interest of the country at heart, but one is a lion at all times and the other--" "j\ man of peace even in war." "But once in my life have I seen Putnam soften." "When was that ?" "But a little while ago, when he faced Tom Hap good, the young spy, who confessed that he had taken drawings of our works on Prospect Hill for Howe." "What! didn't he hang him after that?" "Not he. The lion surged up in Old Put's nature until the boy-he was nothing but a boy-said that he di'd it to save his father's life."

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The Ribbon and its Owner. 109 "That took the lion out of the old man's heart, did it?" "You should have seen him. It melted him right off. He couldn't have hanged Tom Hapgood after that if he had stolen our magazines. Old Put has a tender heart in his bosom after all, but had Tom fallen into Greene's hands, there would have been a file of soldiers and a rope." The boys talked thus while the little company filed down the road, and at last, when tht!y reached two forks of the meandering way and halted, one of their number picked something from the ground. "Look here! If I'm a judge of such gewgaws, this is a ribbon from some lady's hair." Frank and Benjamin were the first to inspect the trophy. "It's a damsel's ribbon, sure enough!" exclaimed Lowry. "Where was it found?" "Right over yonder on the left-hand rood." "What carried it there, I wonder?" "Why, it's owner, of course. It's no ordinary rib bon, for you can feel its velvet softness. It is such as belongs to those who can afford such things." "And here are hoof tracks in the dust!" called out a voice from the group of the boys. "A horse has been galloped over this road." This was confir :ned by the light of a tinder box

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I IO The Ribbon and its Owner. screened by its owner, and Frank and Benjamin looked at one another. "It looks as if one of these rich Tory ladies was abroad to-night "Your singer, mayhap, Capt. Lowry-the one you heard singing in the old stone house where Tobias Teach lives." "Mistress Patience, think you?" "Quite likely. But--" "Silence!" whispered some one near the two cap tains, and in an instant every Boy of Liberty fell back and hugged the shadows. The sound of advancing horses came up the road, and the young soldiers made ready. With the sounds of hoofs came the unmistakable rattle of sidearms, and then the merry talk of s oldiers. "Howe's advance," said Capt. Benjamin. "His cavalry. You can tell that by the jingle of sabers. Shall we let them pass?" "For the present." The Boys of Liberty seemed to become a part of the ground itself, as they listened to the steady on coming of the troop. It was just light enough to distinguish figures at a few feet distant, and, as the young heroes were keen eyed and watchful, they were eager to get a glimpse of the enemy. Presently there loomed up before them the first rank.

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The Ribbon and its Owner. I It They were chasseurs. The athletic figures of the British stood out against the starlit sky, and men and horses seemed molded together. With joke and jest the British rode along, their laughter showing that they did not dream that six arid thirty rifles were cocked within a few feet of them, and that eager young fingers were at the triggers. "Not a sign of the rebels yet, major," said a loud voice. "I fancy we will have a walk over the whole of Long Island to-morrow and receive the sword of the arch rebel, Washington himself; within the next three days "Not quite so soon as that, Montmorency. You know these fellows have fought well on some occasions, and, as this is the last ditch they have, they may de fend it quite stubbornly. But the end is in sight, and after a few more little tussles we shall go home playing "God Save the King." There was a light laugh at the end of this, and some of the British broke into song until checked by their leader. It seemed to take many minutes for the troop to ride past the Boys of Liberty. In reality, however, it was not long, and when the last one had vanished, the young heroes stood up. "What a smash we cottld have made," cried one of the number.

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I 1 2 The Ribbon and its Owner. "We could have emptied a good many saddles. They w .er-e so near, nearer than they may be again for a long time." "But we were not to alarm the enemy unless in self defense," answered Capt. Benjamin "It was a splen did opportunity, I'll admit, and as I recognized their leader as Col. Walton, whom I once met, I would have strained a point, had it been possible, to show him that the Boys of Liberty were not to be despised." "Some other time, eh, captain?" "Yes, to-morrow, perhaps. They've taken the righthand road, which strikes off down yonder, so we won t see anything more of them to-night. Forward!" The company moved on, and half an hour later were ha1ted in the narrow road. "More British?" asked the boys, in whispers, of one another. "I don't know They've halted us here for some thing. Capt. Benjamin evidently knows what the matter is." "It's a single horse," said Benjamin to Frank. "Now, that ma:y be the loser of the ribbon." "I trust it is." The company was drawn up alongside the road in two ranks, with the road between them. In a few seconds some one was heard to speak to a horse, and the following moment the animal was in the ambuscade.

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The Ribbon and its Owner. 113 "A lady, by my soul!" exclaimed Frank, under his breath. "The loser of the ribbon, for a sovereign." "I don't care to lose it," they all heard the person on the horse say in anxious tones. "I must have dropped it further down the road. If it would only be safe to alight and lead Mahomet, I would try that plan--" "Never mind that," exclaimed Frank Lowry, as he threw himself alongside the animal"which had dropped into a walk; "if this is the article you're hunting, per mit me to present it." There was a light cry, and the occupant of the saddle fell back, nearly dropping the bridle in her sudden fright. "You I" she exclaimed, as suddenly leaning forward again, and looking Frank in the face. "Whom have I the honor of listening to?" "Capt. Lowry, of the Continental army." "What, one of Washington's rebels? I did not know you were in these parts." "We are sometimes where we are not expected," r~ plied Frank. "I understood that you had lost som~ thing, and we have picked up a velvet ribbon, for which as yet we have found no fair owner, unless you lay claim to it." "It is mine," haughtily exclaimed the girl, "but I do not care for it after it has been touched by one of Washington's rabble.''

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114 The Ribbon and its Owner. "Oho I the rabble fight well at times, Mistress Teach, if I may call you by that name-" "If you please. I am proud of the name you have just mentioned. I am Mistress Patience, the daughter of Tobias Teach, lower down. The ribbon? Never mind it now, sir. I do not care for the trifle." Frank was nonplused, but, as the ribbon was dangling from his hand, he threw it upward, and 1t fell across the fair Tory's knee. "My compliments with the keepsake, Mistress Teach,'' he cried, as he performed the act. "And mine with this, sir rebel I" And the next mo ment the keen end of Mistress Patience's riding whip fell across Frank's face, stinging him like fury. He fell back from the blow, while the Tory's daughter spoke quickly to her horse and was off like the wind. "Did you ever see anything like that?'' exclaimed Capt. Benjamin. "Why, she has the blood of Jezebel in her veins. And a beauty besides. This is an ad venture for certain." Frank, who was feeling his face, upon which the warm blood had been drawn, rushed forward and caught Benjamin's arm. "She's in sight yet," he cried. "She has not reached the tum of the road. Let her have a volley." A platoon of the Boys of Liberty wheeled into the road.

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The Ribbon and its Owner. I 15 "Ready! Fire-high I" commanded Capt. Pierce, and ten rifles broke the stillness of the night. "That's right. I'm glad you fired high," Frank said to his friend. "I'm over my pet already. But she is as quick as a cat. Why, I could no more have avoided that whip than I could have flown. Wait I We may meet again. She must have been guiding some British along the byroads to-night." "She didn't care to take her property back at the hands of a rebel," laughed Capt. Benjamin. "The next time you'll know Mistress Teach better." "Yes, that I shall, and Ryddy has prophesied that my introduction to her will cost me my life. But Ryddy's a poor prophet," and the laugh of Frank Lowry rang out clearly upon the hot summer air.

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CHAPTER XHI. THE STUBBORN FIGHT. ''Hark I what is that?" "Two guns that sound like signals." The young provincial captains stood together on a little knoll. They had joined Lord Stirling's command, and were waiting for the enemy. "I cannot understand why such guns should be fired in that direction," resumed Frank Lowry, after a mo ment's thought. "It seems, however, that Ointon has stolen a march on us and--" "Ah, we shall know now. Here comes Col. Small wood himself." The commander of the Maryland battalion came up with excitement written in his looks. "It looks as if the redcoats have given us an ex ample of strategy," he said, in quick tones. "We shall have the whole of Clinton's force to fight in a short time." Frank and Benjamin looked at each other, but did not speak. Smallwood dashed away and was gone in a moment. "Oh, for the generalship of Greene!" cried Frank. "Old Put is within the lines and Sullivan--"

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The Stubborn Fight. "He must have forgotten to hold the passes." "Ay, that is it! We are like rats in a trap, I fear." This was true. Gen. Clinton had taken possession of the Jamaica Road, and passed on with his force through the defile in the Bedford hills. His light infantry, pushing forward, had struck small detachments of his foes, which he had routed, and, halting for a moment, had fired his signal g uns to tell Grant and De Heister that his movem e nt had been crowned with success and that they c o uld n o w attack. Those were the guns the two young captains had heard. Howe had been successful and had already outgen eraled Sullivan. He was upon Lord Stirling, a good fighter, almost before that officer knew it. The attention of the Americans had been diverted from Clinton's fatal movement on their left by Grant's leisurely advance on their ri g ht. Ah! if Putnam and Sullivan had not been induced to believe that the danger was not on their ri g ht the battl e of Long Island might have passed into history a s a patriotic victory If only Putnam had seriously believed in Tom Hapgood's story and his map all mi ght h a ve be e n well, but s ince he had convicted the boy o f b e ing in Gen. Howe' s pay, he refused to believe his story.

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118 The Stubborn Fight. Fatal mistake! Shortly after the firing of the signal guns, Stirling discovered that he had Clinton in his rear and Grant pushing him in front. Caught between two fires, the gallant earl resolved to effect his escape, if possible, but at the same time to pay the enemy for their work. He had with him the Delawares and Marylanders, men who never flinched under fire, and he knew that he could depend on them. The Boys of Liberty, eager to meet the foe, stood on the right of the Maryland line, and Frank and Benjamin were close together. Suddenly out of a little wood broke the red-coated columns of Grant. He fell upon Atlee s Pennsylvanians like a lion, and broke their formation. As Atlee's men came rushing back upon the others, the Marylanders opened to let them through, and Lord Stirling saw that !he would soon have Grant down upon him. Escape was now uppermost in the earl's mind, for h e was hemmed in with but a small opening, which would soon be closed, and then-surrender "It's retreat!" said Capt. Benjamin, as the Boys of Liberty wheeled to the right. "But it means fight later on."

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The Stubborn Fight. 119 "Yes, we must oppose these fellows somewhere. We shall have it hot enough in a few minutes." Stirling hoped to make his way back to the Amer ican lines by a circuitous route toward the shore not far off, but in the course of his march he would have to ford a creek at a place called Yellow Mills. As the little command came in sight of the mills, they found the ground already in possession of Corn wallis, and in another instant a flame of fire leaped into their very faces. The American line drew back. Could Stirling gain the mills the day would not be lost, but the enemy held the ground with stubbornness. Under fire, he drew up his lines and looked down the regiments in buff and blue. "We're in for it now. We are going to charge the mills," said Frank Lowry to Benjamin. "They are going to rush us right up to the British guns." "Well, a fellow can die but once. Ah, here we go!" The Marylanders leaped forward at the word of command, and with lowered bayonets, started on the mad rush for the foe. The Boys of Liberty, with Frank at one end of the line and Benjamin at the other, formed an alignment as straight as a string, and with a cheer they dashed forward, supported by the older soldiers. But, just as everyone expected, the enemy withheld fire till they were almost at the coveted spot, when the

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120 The Stubborn Fight. muskets of the king flashed forth, and the little line reeled. It seemed doomed to destruction, but, halting for a moment, it emptied its muskets in reply into the ranks of the redcoats, and more than one bit the dust. Smallwood's men stood their ground till the terrible r fire to which they were exposed forced them back. The ground was covered with buff and blue where they stood, but in front of them the scarlet coats of Cornwallis' grenadiers lay everywhere. On the heights, glass in hand, stood Washington, who had hurried over from New York. Anger and sorrow were mingled on his countenance as he watched Stirling's forlorn fight against the terrible odds. He paced the ramparts like a lion, muttering words which no one understood, till suddenly he dropped the glass and exclaimed : "Good God! What brave fellows I must lose this day!" "Hit, are you?" exclaimed Capt. Benjamin, as he saw Frank throw one hand to his breast and stagger. "Dusted," laughed Lowry, in the excitement of the moment, as he revealed a tear in his uniform. "We mustn't care for such little scratches. Ah I here they come Great heavens the wood is full of redcoats." If Stirling could reach the creek he might escape, but the chance was dubious.

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The Stubborn Fight. UI He was becoming more and more hemmed in by the enemy and the little gap was fast closing. The British thought to settle aU by a counter charge, and, with their leader at their head, they dashed straight at the American line, striking it on the flank where the Boys of Liberty stood. "Straight into their bosoms I" cried Capt. Pierce, as the boys threw their heated muskets to their shoulders. "Don t throw away a single shot l" The blaze of fire that met the yelling enemy halted them but a few yards from the stubborn little band. Just then the remnant of Delawares left gave them a volley in their flank and doubled them up. The ground was covered with red uniforms. But d es pite th e odds which Cornwallis could bring against the devoted and heroic Sterling nothing could prevail. "The creek l the creek !" now rose above the roar of battle. It was the one thing that separated Stirling from the American lines. The dash forward was made under a decimating fire. The buffs and blues pitched headlong as the British infantry picked them off, and to add to their danger, a battery of three guns covered the ford. They fou ght their way to the cre e k, they sprang in in face of the galling fire, but the Boys of Liberty

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122 The Stubborn Fight. halted on the bank, and for a minute covered the re treat. "Stand firm! It is for liberty!" cried Frank Lowry, as he turned defiantly toward the rushing foe and waved his sword over his head. "Give them one more volley, and then every man for himself!" The British column, grand in red with gold facings, came on confident of victory. The boys were partially screened by a little hillock, and as the scarlet column came in si g ht, but a few yards away, it was met by a terrible volley full in the face. The line recoiled, men falling in every direction as they received the death missiles, and the Boys of Lib erty, at Benjamin's command, plunged into the water. Bullets splashed all around them, the water was thrown into little elevations where they struck, but the passage was made in safety. On the opposite bank the little command halted and looked defiantly at the enemy. "Follow, if you dare!" shouted Frank. Once across the creek at Yellow Mills, the line reformed, but just then a new disaster threatened. Stirling discovered that he was surrounded. There was a red line whichever way he looked. The whole country swarmed with r e dcoats their uni forms shone in the sun and th e ir tramp told the Americans that the day was lost.

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The Stubborn Fight. 123 De Heister, after defeating Sullivan on another part of the field, ruthlessly bayoneting the Americans when they cried for quarter, had turned toward Stirling. The game was up There was nothing left but surrender. As the word passed down the line the men wept. "Surrender?" cried Frank Lowry, as he came up to where Capt. Pierce stood with his remnant of the Boys of Liberty. "Shall it be surrender for us?" "That's the word. We are going to fall back behind that hill and surrender to Gen. De Heister." "That Hessian butcher? I shall not!" "What would you do?'' "Cut my way through their lines. Yonder is a narrow road upon which I see no redcoats. It is worth the trial. Better die fighting than surrender to the enemy. Are you with me, Benjamin?" "What says Lord Stirling?'' "To Styx with Gen. Stirling!" exclaimed Capt. Lowry. "The boys will stand by us to the last." The Boys of Liberty responded with a loud cheer, and Frank sprang to the head of the line. "All who don't want to surrender to De Heister and his Hessian dogs, follow me!" he shouted, sword in mid air. The little line dashed away and broke into a rapid run. Some men of the Maryland line followed them, and

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124 The Stubborn Fight. Frank and Benjamin found themselves at the head of a hundred muskets determined not to surrender to the foe. Down the road a short distance they halted and looked back. "They're giving in," said Benjamin, "they are al ready stacking their arms I" "Forward I Liberty and Washington I Forward I" On, on dashed the line again, the Boys of Liberty in the advance, determined and defiant. They came out upon a plateau from which they had a good view of the surrounding country. The sun was now almost at the meridian. On their right they heard firing, and knew that some of their comrades still held out. If they could reach that spot they might find friends and thus save the day in that part of the field. The command was given. As the little company broke into a run and reached a certain spot half a mile away, Frank threw up his hand and pointed toward an object visible to all. Upon a crowning knoll, looking over the scene, sat a young woman on a black horse Horse and mistress were in plain view, and the young rider appeared to take in the battleground with calmness. "By my life! it looks like Mistress Teach I" ex-

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The Stubborn Fight. claimed Lowry. "She is taking in the scene. Come! We can outflank her." The boys deflected a little to the left, so as to avoid the occupant of the hillock, but the next instant they saw her stretch forth a hand. "This way! Over here!" they heard her cry out to some one as yet invisible. "Here go the rebel scum I You can bag every one of them. Col. Donop." The next instant the fugitives knew what she meant. A regiment of Hessians broke into view, and surrender had to come at last I

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CHAPTER XIV. THE KING'S TOAST. Surrender after a stubborn fight, when ovennatchetl and overpowered, is not disgraceful, yet there is about it something that tries the heart of the valiant soldier. There was nothing for Lord Stirling and his little band of heroes to do but to give in. They had put up the best fight possible under the adverse circumstances, and he accordingly gave up his sword. The Boys of Liberty stacked their arms sullenly and silently. They found themselves in the midst of a lot of bearded Hessians, men whose passions had been in flamed in battle and who had heard that the Americans gave no quarter. Some of them still had the blood of Sullivan's soldiers on their garments, dyeing them a deeper red, and all looked crossly at the young soldiers who had wit h stood the terrible fire of the British infantry so l o n g "We may effect our escape from them by and by," whispered Frank to Capt. Benjamin. "I do not intend to remain long the enemy s prisoner if I can help it." "Nor I," was the prompt answer. ''We must get

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The King's Toast. 127 away from these fellows, for if we do not, we shall rot in the loathsome prison ships, and liberty will never again see the glitter of our swords." The boys were marched to a little valley and guarded. They could now see nothing of the horse and his rider who had directed Donop, the Hessian colonel, toward them. She had vanished as if the earth had opened and swallowed her. "It must have been Mistress Teach. It looked for all the world like the Tory princess. She has returned to the stone castle to rejoice with her father over our defeat." "She may show herself yet," answered Frank. "This young lady is the personification of loyalty to the king, and I am sure she will not be able to control her feelings, but will exhibit herself to us before long." Even as the young provincial spoke they saw the black steed moving toward them, and, seated upon him in the majesty of her beauty and triumph, was Mis tress Patience. "Ah! I thought so!" exclaimed Benjamin. "Here she is!" Patience came slowly forward, glancing over the lines of prisoners who stood dejectedly in the little valley, and presently her gaze rested upon our young heroes.

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128 The King's Toast. "She has caught sight of us. Now for some choice bits of Toryism," remarked Frank. Mistress Teach turned toward the boys and reined in her horse directly in front of them. "Caught in a trap, were you?" she exclaimed. Frank, who was nearest her, beat down his rising anger with difficulty. There was such a display of victory in her tones that he could scarcely repress an epithet. "Which of you gentlemen is Master Lowry?" she hastily inquired. Frank advanced a step. "I am Master Lowry," said he. Mistress Teach leaned over her saddle and looked at him for a moment. "I have a message for you," she replied. "For me?" "For Master Lowry." "Very well. You can deliver it. This is my com rade, Capt. Benjamin Pierce, of the Boys of Liberty." "Never mind the captain," smiled Patience, "the message is not for him." Benjamin withdrew so as not to catch the next words, and turned his face away. "I have seen a friend of yours, Master Lowry," spoke Mistress Patience. "She is a captive in the hands of Capt. Jockell."

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The King's Toast. 129 "Mistress Beverley! cried Frank. "Then, I am to have news of her whereabouts?" "Don't be quite so sure of that. You are to have news of her, at any rate. She is well, but still under restraint "You do not want to leave her in the hands of her captor, I hope ?" "She is faring quite well at present, but she is such a rebel--" "That you, being on the other side, do not care to have her set at liberty?" "I have not said so, sir. I saw her last night--" "Then you were returning from her prison when we met you in the road? "Perhaps," guardedly answered the fair girl. "I saw her, I say. She spoke of Master Lowry as a friend of hers, and--" "Sent a message by you?" "A verbal one, that's all. I have delivered it, for I told her that I would carry to you none but such. She begs to inform you, Master Lowry, that she is well and safe." "How can she be safe while she remains in the hands of Capt. J ockell, whose character is as black as midnight?" She is not unprotected In fact, she is quite able to take care of hers e lf. I did not expect to find her such a contumacious little r e b e l."

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130 The King's Toast. "One whom you could not convert, Mistress Teach?" "All the king's bishops could not do that," laughed Patience. "But you are with us now, I see. You fought well, Capt. Lowry, but the fortunes of war were against you." "And overwhelming numbers." Mistress Patience, the fair Tory, did not offer reply to this remark, but gathered up her lines. "We may meet again," she said, looking down at Frank. "I must thank you for the message from Mistress Beverley," he said, as she turned her horse. The young lady did not speak, but gave her black steed the spurs and disappeared over the nearest ridge. The sun now beat down upon the prisoners in the little natural inclosure and augmented their discomfort. Of course they had a good deal of company, among them the brave men who, with Stirling, had resisted to the last, and they were not in good humor. During the afternoon the prisoners were marched from the scene of their defeat, and, closely guarded started for the coast. When a few miles from the battlefield, Frank was requested to leave the ranks and ordered to mount a horse which had been brought forward. Wondering what could be forthcoming, he was es-

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' The King's Toast. 131 carted away under guard of two British dragoons, who gave him no clew to his destination. They galloped across the country till they reached a road that looked familiar to the young captive. In less than ten minutes they drew rein in front of Tobias Teach's residence. "Back to the old place," inwardly thought Frank. "The hand of its young mistress is in this, I am sure." Then he thought of Ryddy's prophecy, that his introduction to Mistress Teach would be followed by his execution, and he looked with all eyes as he was es corted to the porch of the stone house and commanded to dismount. As he touched the ground the double doors of the old pile opened, and Mistress Patience came out. "So you have come, Master Lowry!" she exclaimed. "You did not expect to become the guest of Mistress Teach when I parted with you?" "I hadn't the least thought of such a change, I as sure you "Another of the fortunes of war. Come in, sir." Still wearing his sword, which, for a wonder, per haps throu g h the young woman's influence, had not been taken from him Frank entered the house and was led into a darkened room on the right of the hall. There he was left to his own refl e ctions for ten min utes, when footsteps were heard in the corridor be-

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132 The King's Toast. yond the door and a colored servant entered bearing a tray with bottl e s of wine. Frank was jus t in the humor to sample the wine of the Tory s cellars for he had tasted no refreshments since the battle. "For me?" he asked, looking at the servant. "For you, sah. Missus says help yourself, fo you may be dry after de fig htin "Dry !" cried the young provincial, as he poured o~t a full glass of sparkling claret. "I could drink a river of wine like this !" The darky grinned and gave him a singular look as he made for the door. Frank fell to with zest, and had emptied the second glass when the door opened and Mistress Teach stood before him. "Am I too late for the toast?" she exclaimed, as Frank, half sheepishly, set down his glass. "Not too late for a toast," he answered. "What have you to propose?" Without speaking, Mistress Teach poured out a beaker and held the glass between her eyes and the lighted window. "Here's to King George and the subjugation of Long Island!" she exclaimed. "You'll drink to that, won't you, Master Lowry?" Frank flushed to the temples. "You forget that I am a rebel, as you call us,'' he

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The King's Toast. 133 said. "You overlook the fact that I am one of Washington's officers." "I am aware of all that, sir. But you are my pris o n er." "Yours, Mistress Teach?" "Are you not under the roof of Castle Teach, as we sometimes call our domicile? Did I not have you brought thither under escort of the king's dragoons?" "It was your work, then?" "Mine? Certainly!" proudly flashed Patience. "And while you are my captive, you must doff some of your rebellious spirit and drink the king's health." Frank set his glass down on the table and looked across it at the beauty on the opposite side. "If you will excuse me--" "I will not. You must drink the king's health." "What if I stubbornly refuse?" "Then I will have to try a little coercion." "You, Mistress Teach?" "Answer me. Will you drink the king's health? Or will you take the consequenc e s ?" "The consequences, whatever they may be!" was the de fiant response. Mistress Patience stamped on the floor with her little foot and the door opened. Frank saw in the doorway three soldiers in red, with muskets and bayonets fixed. "You see," said Patience, calmly, with a wave of the

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134 The King's Toast. hand toward the grenadiers "that I am in a p o sition to enforce my commands I am not pow e rle s s in Cas tle Teach. Capt. Lowry, you must drink the king's health or--" "Pardon me, Mistress Teach. If you think a mo ment you will conclude that this is an indignity which an American soldier will resent with all his power." As he spoke Frank fell back from the table and laid his hand on his sword. The soldiers stood like statues in the door and their faces showed that they were willing to obey the young woman's commands, whatever they might be. "A few months ago you were one of the best servants King Geor g e had," said she. "Now you are a parcel of rebels in arms against his majesty. You have enlistea in the rabble ranks of Gen. Washington, who, sooner or later, will be han g ed for his treason, and the whole rebel army will be disbanded." "We will wait a while before your prophecy comes true. If you think the defeat to-day will di s heart e n us to such an extent that we will lay dow n our arms and submit, you are mistaken. Why, Mi s tre ss T ea ch the Americans have just begun to fight!" "Is that true? Very well. Let us come back to the toast. You will drink it, won't you, Master Lowry?" "I cannot !" Mistress Patience turned toward the soldiers and threw up one of her white hands.

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The King's Toast. 135 "Ready!" she cried. The room rang with her clear voice. The muskets went up to the broad shoulders behind them and covered Frank Lowry's bosom. "Here's to King George and the subjugation of Long Island!" rang out the voice of the fair Tory. Frank did not pick up the glass on the edge of the table. "Aim!" cried Mistress Teach to the grenadiers. Three heads dropped to the stocks of the muskets. Frank Lowry whipped out his sword, and with one sweep dashed the wine glasses from the table, and they fell shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor. "That is my answer !" he cried, as he looked into the eyes of the Tory princess. Mistress Teach laughed. Her hand was waved to ward the three soldiers, the muskets fell back to a "present," the grendadiers wheeled, and the door shut after them with a bang I

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CHAPTER XV. THE DOOR TO LIBERTY, There was a sparkle of merriment in the bright eyes that confronted young Lowry. "You are stubborn, sure enough cried Patience, "and it seems to me that in your rebellion you are a good match for Mistress Beverley." "For Priscilla? Yes." "She speaks well of you, Capt. Lowry." "Thank you. I am glad to learn, through you, that she is safe as yet, but she is not free." 'Why should a little rebel like her be free? This is the king's domain, doubly so, now that we have de feated Gen. Putnam. "You have not met Putnam," corrected Frank. "The troops whom your people met to-day were com manded by Gen. Sullivan "Well, one rebel is no better than another. They will be all the same when they meet the trained soldiers of England." Frank was not dispo s ed to argue the matter with his fair jailer, so, subsiding, he awaited her further pleasure. He wondered if she had intended that he should drink a toast to King George, taking his life should

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The Door to Liberty. 137 he refuse, or whether she had brought the soldiers thither just to try him to a certain point. "You can have the freedom of the house," said Patience, after a little silence. "If you attempt to es cape, Master Lowry, you do so at your peril. I will not try to e x act from you a parole of honor. The future lies with you." With this she rang for a servant and directed him to take up the remains of the wine glasses, while she swept from the room with all the dignity of a princess. Frank was again left alone. The afternoon passed drearily. While he was not bound and had the freedom of the large, old-fashioned room, he was yet a captive. The sounds of battle had died away, and he could imagine the feelings of his countrymen over the defeat they had sustained. He knew that nothing lay between Gen. Howe and the intrenchments on Brooklyn Heights and, from what he knew of the region, he felt that the Americans would be forced to abandon their works, and eventu ally fight another battle for the safety of New York. Mistress Teach did not come back, and Frank tried to find pleasure in some of the old volumes in the room, but the y were too dry for him. When ni ght s e ttled down upon the scene he felt c e rtain that his fair enemy would come again, but as moments pa s sed without bringing her, he began to

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138 The Door to Liberty. think that he was to have the room to himself for many a day. Once an hour he heard the striking of an unseen clock, and afterward the silence grew startling. When ten had struck Frank went to a window and looked out. The night was not very dark, but he could not make out the figures of any guards about the house. Now and then he thought he heard the hum of con versation somewhere, but could not locate it, and, while he listened with every sense on the alert, he made up his mind that he was not to be visited during the night. Why not escape? The young provincial fretted under the confinement, and doubly so, as it was such a strange durance. Might he not slip from the old house and into the yard among the shrubbery? With this thought in his mind, he went to the door leading into the hall and lifted the latch. To his amazement, the portal yielded, and Frank looked into the dark corridor. The whole house now seemed invested with the si lence of a tomb, and the young Continental could hear the patter of his own heart. After all, this might be simply a trap set for him. He knew that a Tory was capable of anything. Why not the setting of a snare for his destruction?

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The Door to Liberty. 139 But the youthful soldier was determined to make the best of any opportunity that presented it s elf. If Mistress Teach had left the avenue of escape open to him, he would be a fool if he did not take it. Frank Lowry stood for a moment in the hallway, looking up the broad stair that led to the second story of the building. He half expected to see Mistress Patience come down the steps, or to encounter on them the figures of the three grenadiers whom he had lately faced. With drawn sword, Frank crept toward the front doors. There was no faltering now. Suddenly from out the stillness that rested at the darker end of the hall came a noise that filled him with tangible fear. It was not a footfall, nor was it a human voice; but the very mystery of it startled him. It sounded like a whine, like the last gasping whine of a dying animal, and Frank turned back to investi gate. Four steps he took and then halted. In another moment he fell against the wall and stared at something at his feet. A great, shaggy mastiff, prone upon the bare floor, looked up into his face appealingly. Frank fearlessly stooped and patted the dog.

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The Door to Liberty. Then he saw where the animal lay something darker than the floor itself. That it was the .i1astiff's blood he did not doubt. It took but a little investigation to tell him that the dog had been run through with a sword and was dy ing in the home of his Tory master. This was the thing that had so startled him, and Master Lowry smiled when he saw that it was nothing more. As he rose from examining the mastiff's death wound, the young Continental looked toward the door. To his surprise it now stood ajar, yet he had not heard it open Outching his sword with a firmer grip, he slipped down the hall and opened the door. The starlit ni ght was before him. "Shall I venture?" he asked himself. "I am here, safe, by the grace of Mistress Teach not on a spoken parole but on one implied. I would break no actual word by escaping, but--" The sentence was broken by a sound b e hind him. Frank turned halfway round and looked toward the further end of the corridor. It was now occupi e d. In the dim lig ht, but still well visible, loomed the form of a man, and the y oung provincial could see that he was tall and b u ilt like a g fant. "Now for the youn g rebel!" he heard this person

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The Door to Liberty. say. "She brought him from the field for a purpose of her own, and if he hasn't escaped he will, if not silenced." Frank had never before heard that voice. As he listened, he crept to the wall at the foot of the stair and watched the man. Down the hall he came and stopped at the door. Then he saw that he was clad in a half-military uni form ; that he carried in one hand a naked sword, and that his hand was very large. So near to Frank came this person that he might have touched him with his outstretched hand, but he did not make the attempt, for he believed that to do so would easily rouse a lion. Into the parlor, or large room, slipped the unknown. Lowry saw the door close behind him, but the next moment he heard an exclamation of disappointment. "The young rat has slipped out of the trap !" he heard. Yes, the "young rat" was in the hall, not quite out of the trap, but at the last wires. Frank felt that in another moment he would see the man spring from the room, and braced himself for the encounter. In another moment he heard a cry which he recog nized, and into the hall through a door at the end of it came Mistress Teach.

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The Door to Liberty. She had come upon the scene like a person shot from a catapult. "Where is he?" she exclaimed. "Oh, here is Cato !" and she bent over th e whining dog. The animal looked up into her eyes and tried to put one of his paws around her neck, but the effort failed halfway. "Where is the wretch who did this? Did the young rebel kill m y pet?" Frank was about to answer this question for him tself when the door of his late prison opened and the giant came out. He hugged the wall clo ser than ever. In an instant Mistress Teach caught sight of the man, for she could not m iss him and springing down the corridor, she halt ed in front of him. "Is that your work, Capt. J ockell ?" she demanded, pointing with one hand toward the d y in g dog. "Mine, if you please, Mistr e ss Patience," he an swered. "Cato was my best friend." "I can't help that, y ou see. I did not stop to ask the animal. I only kno w th a t he refused me admis sion to the house and so I ran him throu g h." "Like the coward th a t y ou a r e Like the villain you have b een sinc e chi l dho od "You a r e qu i te comp limen t ary Inde ed, Mistre s s Patience you do me proud w h e n you--"

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The Door to Liberty. "When I accuse you of murder?" and she leaned forward and flashed the glitter of her eyes upon him. "Wretch Is this the wa y y ou serve the king?" "And by bringing rebel prisoners to your house, do you expect to add to your loyalty?" She waved her hand in his face with an expression of fearlessness. "I am my own mistress!" she exclaimed. "No one, not even m y father, dare cross me--" "I kno w that. I saw a sample of y 0ur temper when, a g ainst hi s commands, you rode to the prison of the rebel bird. Yes, listen to me. I killed y our friend yonder," and the speaker glanced toward the dog at the end of the passage. "Brute!" "Another compliment.. You are not chary with them, I discover,'' laughed Capt. Jockell, the redbeard ed. "What brought you back to the house?" "Not to kill the dog, I assure you, but he would n o t let me in. I had to give him the blade. I came t o look a little after your captive." "After Capt. Lowry, of the rebel army?" "The same." "You found him, no doubt?" "He is gone! At least, he is not in the room yonder."

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144 The Door to Liberty. "Not there?" cried Mistress Teach, with a quick start. "You deceive me, Capt. J ockell." "Look for yourself. He is not there and you have set him at liberty." _"It is false! I exacted no parole from him, but, knowing him to be honorable, though a rebel whose courage I have tested, I did not expect him to escape."' "Come! Tell this story to the king's marines," cried the man. "You aided the young rebel's escape; you--" "You sha h retract You shall eat your own words, Capt. J ockell. If you dare wait for me--" "At your service, traitress to the king I" Mistress Teach turned and darted up the stair. Frank, hugging the wall, where the shadows were densest, saw her vanish on the floor above, but she soon reappeared. As she came back, flitting down the steps of the broad flight, the young rebel saw that she had armed herself. A pistol was gripped in one of her white hands. On the fourth step from the bottom she stopped and leaned over the old dark balustrade. "Look! here I am, Capt. Jockell !" she cried. "Who is the traitor now?" "Great heavens !" The man with the weapon in his hand fell back a full step.

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The Door to Liberty. He had looked into the grinning muzzle of the pistol in Mistress Patience s hand. "You killed my dog-my best friend !" exclaimed the young lady. "You would kill my captive as well. You make war on women and your record is as black as the heart in your '.bosom. Coward! murderer! I am going to finish your career." "You? You Mistress Patience! You have forgot ten my friendship for your father. You forget--" There came a flash and Frank Lowry, blinded by it, started from the wall with a loud cry.

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CHAPTER XVI. WHEN THE COUNTERSIGN WAS "LONDON." The night after the battle of Long Island was one of great anxiety to the Americans. They had been driven from the field by the battalions of the king, and Howe had seen the eagles of victory settle down upon his banners. It was enough to dishearten the noble Washington, who, from the heights of Brooklyn, had looked down upon the defeat of his army. Rage and sorrow possessed him by turns, and now with tears in his eyes, now with imprecations on his lips, he saw the tide of retreat and disaster sweep to ward him and break almost at his very feet. Sulliva.a and Stirling prisoners, the best of his troops dead on the field of battle, everything lost but honor, he stood and looked like one dazed, lost to everything but the sacrifice that had been made. Huddled in their intrenchments, the Americans waited for the day, expecting it to duplicate the dis asters of the last few hours, and all looked to see the enemy sweep over the entrenchments and carry everything before them. But a brighter hour was at hand, and within a few

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When the Countersign Was "London." 147 'hours the great genius of Washington was to shine forth like a blazing star. The Boys of Liberty, with Capt. Pierce, had been taken toward the coast, where it was expected they would be placed on board some of the shipping in the offing. Jeered by the Hessians, they submitted to insult until forbearance ceased to be a virtue. They were well guarded, and, as night came on and the shadows darkened over them as prisoners of war, they bitterly bemoaned their fate. They had been hurried to the coast, a long march for them after the fight through the hot day. Capt. Benjamin cheered them up as much as possi ble, but his words could not assuage their grief. "Vhat you
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148 When the Countersign Was "London." All the lion in Capt. Pierce's nature rose at once. "Perhaps you would like to try it!" he cried. "You are one of those wretches who have been sold to King George by your master. You bring so much per head, and if you are killed in battle, why, there are so many less for your master s meat." Though the Hessian could not understand all of this, he could see by Benjamin's mien that he had been answered in his own coin, and he laid his hand on his sword. "That's right! Strike a defenseless prisoner. You've butchered Americans already to-day, and you might finish your work on me." "Shoost shut up or I vill spit you on mine sword!" Benjamin, who had been reclining on the sand, sprang up and faced the Hessian. The only weapon at hand was a stout stick which some one had dropped there some time before. He had been deprived of his sword and without the stick was helpless. "Heet me, vill you?" cried the officer. "So I shoost twist yer leetle neck like un pullet's." "You will do nothing of the kind, if I can prevent it," and Benjamin raised the stick above his head and put himself on guard. Maddened to the core, the big Hessian did not know that his foe man had strength to cope with him, but the first pass he made at Capt. Pierce was resented and

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When the Countersign Was "London." 149 the stick came down upon his helmet with a thwack that sent him reeling away, amid the laughter of the Boys of Liberty. As the colonel gathered himself up, he swore like a trooper and came at Benjamin with drawn sword. There was light enough to show the youth that he was in imminent danger of his life, and the next mo ment he struck the blade aside with dexterity, and it fell ringing from the Dutchman's hand. "Ho! what is all this?" cried a voice, and a horse was pulled up on the scene. Benjamin looked up and saw a fine-looking officer in the saddle. "Shineral, shoost let me vring dis yoong chicken's neck!" vociferated the Hessian. "I vill do it in a mo ment an'--" "You will do nothing of the kind, Col. Peyster. Remember that you are attacking a prisoner of war, and I will see that all such are protected." It was Cornwallis. "Go to your command !" he continued to the Hes sian. "There will be plenty of fighting for you to morrow. You are not injured, young sir, I trust?" "Not in the least. I was obliged to deal your of ficer a good blow, for I regarded that my life was in danger at his hands. Was that Col. Peyster?" "The renowned Brunswicker," smiled Cornwallis, with a slight accent on the second word.

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150 When the Countersign Was "London." "I may have the pleasure of meeting him in the field some day," replied Benjamin. The earl did not answer, but rode away, and the Boys of Liberty gathered round their captain and of fered their congratulations. "There's something in Lord Cornwallis, at any rate, Benjamin said. "But for him, I would have spoiled the face of his handsome Hessian." "I wish you had, captain. It is so big that you could not have missed it." Later in the night the boys were told that they would not be taken to the fleet till the following day, and to make themselves as comfortable as possible. This they did by bivouacing on the beach, and soon beneath the stars the little camp of prisoners was quiet. It was past midnight when Capt. Benjamin felt some one at his side and a hand laid on his arm. "Are you awake, captain?" asked a low voice close to his ear. ''Wide awake. Is it you, Sergt. Wiley?" "Yes, Gideon Wiley. We are guarded by a detach ment of the rascally Hessians." "Well?" "I happened to hear a British officer give the coun tersign to one of the guards. It is our chance." Benjamin's last sense was put on the alert at this information. "These hirelings know nothing but blind obedi-

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When the Countersign Was "London." 151 ence," went on the whispering sergeant. "The coun tersign is 'London.' Now, we might get through the lines by using it on the guards--" "It is worth trying," interrupted Capt. Pierce, "at any rate, it is better to be shot down making a break for freedom than to rot on the prison hulks." "Infinitely better.'' "Tell the boys, then, but in whispers. Tell them to attempt to pass through the lines one at a time and not all at the same post. I will go with you, Gideon. Be quick, before we are discovered plotting mischief. I'll await you here." The young sergeant hastened to the others, and in a few moments all knew of the proposed break for liberty. It received the sanction of every member of the little command. The stars had gone down the dial of the sky and midnight had passed. Capt. Benjamin and the young sergeant, whose ears had proved of so much benefit, left their places in the sand and crept toward the nearest guard. In a little while they saw his giant figure loom be tween them and the stars, and they tramped straight toward him. "Halt! shoost now!" cried out the sentry. The boys obeyed, for before them was the menace of a foreign bayonet.

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152 When the Countersign Was "London." "Who goes there?" "Friends." "Vhat friends?" demanded the sentry. "Pooty time o' night for von's friends ter pe abroad. If you bees friends, advance an' gif der coontersign." The two young provincials advanced, and Benjamin leaned toward the guard. "London," he whispered. "Dot am hit. 'Loondon !' Ven you say 'Loondon,' you kin pass. Dot is
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When the Countersign Was "London." 153 the y had traveled before and in a short time they were making good speed o ve r its surface. "We' re farin g better than Capt. Lowry, I'm thinking, ejaculated Benjamin, as he thought of Frank. "There's no tellin g what fate has befallen him." "If he f ell into the clutches of Col. Donop, Heaven help him I He must be as great a rascal as the Hes sian who whipped captain," and all gave vent to a little laugh. An hour later the boys heard the challenge of a sentry and drew back. They did not know just where they were. It was be s t to be cautious and so they hugged the shadows of the bridle path and bided their time. "What have y ou there?" asked a loud, gruff voice. "Whe re did you get that thing on the horse?" "Found him back yonder. This is a spy who has been carr ying information to Old Put, the Yankee general. They call him Rydrty." "Oho! and what are you going to do with the dwarf?" "We're g oing to pull him up a little." "Where?" "Right here is as g ood a spot as any "But y ou want to make sure that he's guilty. It's not a g ood thing to hang a fellow unless he's guilty, you k no w ." "No u s e to take him to G e n Howe. H e's chicken-

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J 54 When the Countersign Was "London." hearted. Why, twice have I seen him relent when blood should have been shed. I'll let the little rat down. Oh, he's a full-grown man." "But he looks like a boy, Nolan." "So he does. And we will soon see what his mettle is." "Are you all going to dismount?" "Yes ; can't hang a man on horseback. Dismount! We'll do this thing up brown, I tell you." There was a little confusion as the dragoons dis mounted, and presently a cry and an oath rang from the leader's lips. "What's the matter now?" "Why, the young rat's escaped I" "Where is he?" "Yonder he goes, down the road. Let him have it I" Instantly the crouching Boys of Liberty were blinded by the flashes of carbines, and bullets whistled among them and over their heads. It was a miracle that none were touched. "Never touched a hair," sang out some one, and then a boisterous laugh followed. "That's what comes of trying to hit a hare in the dark." "Very well. Let him go. What's the news?" "We follow up our successes to-morrow. We've got Old Put in a trap, and all the genius of the rebel Washington cannot extricate him." "Then we'll soon go home to our sweethearts.

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When the Countersign Was "London." 155 Merry boys, merry! How we did pour it into the rebels to-day." "Well, good-night, guard," and the troop moved on. Five minutes later Capt. Benjamin and his little command were safely beyond the British lines.

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CHAPTER XVII. THE TUMBLE DOWNSTAIRS. When Capt. Lowry, of the provincial army, saw Mistress Teach fire point-blank into the face of Capt. J ockell from the stair in the old stone mansion, he was sure that the career of the redoubtable Night Owl had terminated, but when, the following moment, he heard a mad oath and saw a huge figure dart up the steps, and, seizing the fair Tory by the throat, throw her against the wall, he knew it was time for him to act. He did not lose a second, but, sword in hand, shouted at the madman and went to the young lady's rescue. The Night Owl could not help hearing the voice of the would-be rescuer and, casting a look at Frank, he loosened his hold and turned on him. But, quick as a flash, Frank drew back a pace and then lunged straight at the captain's breast. The thrust was warded off, but only for a moment, for Frank was the better swordsman of the two, and in a twinkling the huge figure of the captain toppled against the banisters. Mistress Teach uttered a cry as she saw this, and, for the first time recognizing her prisoner, for all this had been done in a flash, she held out her hands to Frank.

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The Tumble Downstairs. I 57 "You were just in time, Master Lowry," she cried. "I fear I missed the scoundrel, for the light was poor. I shot to kill, for he slew my dog." At this, with a groan, the body of the Night Owl dropped down the flight and lat1ded on the floor below. "There's a seam on his cheek-a streak of blood. You must have hit your mark," said Frank. "Thank fortune, then! He did not find you in the large room ?" "No, I had just quitted it. I was in the hall here when he came in after me." "Trying to escape, Master Lowry, I'll warrant?" "Yes, I'll confess." "Very well. The door is open yonder, but the enemy -yours, I mean-is out there." Patience pointed toward the open and Frank looked beyond the door. "For the service you have rendered me, you are free," continued Tobias Teach's daughter. "I have no control over you any longer. You need notregard yourself as a prisoner of war from this moment. There lies the avenue to freedom, if you can get through the English lines." "I can do that, but would you mind telling me where Mistress Beverley is held a captive?" "Still the rebel beauty!" cried Patience. "She must have ensnared you, Capt. Lowry."

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158 The Tumble Downstairs. Frank flushed as he dropped his gaze, but the Tory girl was quick to detect it. "You shall go to her, but the way is fraught with great danger, for you will find her well guarded by the Night Owls." "Trust me to get rid of them." "Say you so? You must know that they are powerful and watchful. They fought well in the battle and helped to drive your army back to the heights. To-morrow they will fight as before, and, when the island has been subjugated, they will rule it with a rod of iron." It seemed to give Mistress Teach a good deal of pleasure to speak thus, for her whole heart was against the cause of freedom, and Frank did not essay to argue the matter with her. "If you are going, perhaps you should go at once. My father may come at any moment." "But the man down yonder?" And Frank pointed at the form on the floor. "Leave him to me," smiled the young lady. "I will take care of Capt. J ockell. Again I thank you, Master Lowry, and, were it not for your uniform, I would give you my hand to kiss." Her manner was both haughty and disdainful, but still her graitude cropped out as Frank could see. "When you need help, as you will when we shall have subdued the rebels, come to me. I shall not for-

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The Tumble Downstairs. I ~9 get the services rendered to-night. Patience Teach, first of all, is for the king, and she would hang the chief rebels, beginning at Washington, higher than Harnan. "Which event may never take place, if you will per mit me to say so," smiled the young patriot, as he bowed. "There' s where we differ, but I like your courage, Master Lowry. You will take the road leading to the north from Castle Teach; you will keep it till you have crossed a little stream spanned by a bridge, where there was some fighting to-day. Just on the other side of the cr e ek standing in the midst of a lot of tall shrubbery, you will see a stone house not unlike this one. You will find in that house, if s he has not been taken away, Mistress Beverley, the fair rebel of New York." Frank uttered an exclamation of joy. "A thousand thanks!" he cried. "At any time, Mistress Teach, you can comma~d the services of Capt. Lowry, of the Continental army." "Just as if I would call upon a rebel for assistance!" she replied. "The time may come, for the fortunes of war ch~nge, you know, when you may need the help of those in buff and blue." "I trust that time may never come."

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160 The Tumble Downstairs. "We do not know the future. But good-night, Mistress Teach." Frank held out his hand, and the white fingers of the Tory beauty touched it lightly. In another moment, with a glance at the body at the foot of the stair, the young soldier sprang away and crossed the porch. He did not see Mistress Teach bend over Capt. Jockell, nor hear the little cry that escaped her lips when she saw that he was dead. For a moment she gazed at the bearded face of the Night Owl and then flew down the hall. In a minute she came back, accompanied by a stout negro, whom she guided to the scene of the fight on the stair. "Take him away," commanded the _young lady, "and remember that silence is the word, Salem." The darky lifted the body in his black arms and staggered down the hall with his burden. He had barely quitted the house by the rear door when across the porch stalked Tobias Teach. He wore a bloody bandage round his forehead, and Patience uttered a cry at sight of him. "Never mind me!" exclaimed the old Tory. "Make the big room ready for the king's officers." "The--king's--officers ?" stammered the young lady. "Yes, Mistress Teach. We are going to have some

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The Tumble Downstairs. 161 guests. They want to hold a council of war in this house-Earl Percy, Clinton and De Heister." Patience was about to obey, when her father, casting hi s e yes do w nward, cried out: "What's this on the floor? It looks like blood. Come, child and explain. Have you turned the house into a hospital during my absence on the field?" For a moment Mistress Patience stood white-faced in her father s presence and then she laid one hand on his arm. "No; we have had a little difficulty," she said. "Ask me no more at this time, for you shall not be an swered. The generals are coming, are they? I will see to their accommodation," and she flitted away without so much as asking after her parent's injuries. Meantime Frank Lowry was hurrying down the road pointed out by his late jailer. Free again, he was eager to assist Mistress Beverley, and, now that he knew where to find her, he was anxious to reach her prison as soon as possible. The road was threaded in all its windings, and when the bridge was reached, he proceeded the rest of the distance till he saw the half-hidden house designated by the Tory's child. It was with a thrill that Frank found himself so near Priscilla's prison. In fact, he had been in the neighborhood during

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162 The Tumble Downstairs. her imprisonment, though he knew it not, and nowhe intended to make up for lost time. The stone house was well placed from observation. It loomed grim and dismal between him and the stars, and was invested with an air of mystery that seized upon him. As he drew near with extreme caution, expecting at any moment to be challenged, young Lowry felt that he would meet with some startling adventure be fore he could effect Priscilla's rescue. He knew that the battle had reached that vicinity. A part of Sullivan's force had withstood the on slaughts of the enemy along that very creek, and he had heard of a hot spurt right at the bridge. But as he advanced, he found the house so quiet that his suspicions were aroused. What if Priscilla had been taken to another place? What if Capt. J ockell, whom he had left at Castle Teach, had spirited her away? And, th e n, if the Night Owl should die, the secret of Priscilla's new prison would perish with him. Capt. Lowry moved through the shrubbery and reached a point quite near the old pile. The silence that hung over the scene seemed to in crease. Drawing his sword-his pistol he had lost during the battle of the previous day-he listened at one of the closed windows.

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The Tumble Downstairs. 163 Then he crept up to the door and, after listening there a while, tried the latch and entered. Darkness beyond the threshold, nothing more. "She cannot be here, he thought. "She has been taken away. Why, what is this?" and Frank with drew as his hand came in contact with something slimy on the wall. He dared not strike a light with his tinder-box for fear of exposure, therefore he stood silent in the hall way with all his senses on t~e alert. Suddenl y something come rolling down the stair and stopped with a thud against the door. Master Lowry fell back and gripped his sword anew. "What have I landed a g ain st?" said a voice. "Must I lie here bound like a common felon, with my limbs tied till my executioners come? This is what a fellow gets for going off on a side expedition when he should have stood up to the enemy." The voice had a familiar sound in Frank's ears, but he did not respond. "They will come back and finish me, I suppose," went on the person lying at the foot of the door. "Heaven knows what's become of the young lady. I'll keep out of these affairs after this and attend strictly to my military duties." Capt. Lowry could hold back no longer, so, striking a light with his ready tinder, he bent forward.

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164 The Tumble Downstairs. "Well, Capt. Marley, so they've had you m their clutches, I see." An exclamation greeted him and a pair of eyes that bulged out with surprise looked up into his face. "Capt. Lowry, by all that's holy! When did you come here?" "Just before you rolled downstairs. You're not hurt, I hope?" "Not hurt, but every bone in my body has been .shaken out of its joint. Then, these accursed cords cut into my flesh." "They made sure work of securing you, I notice." "Of course they did." "How came you here?" "A little side work," and Frank saw a smile come to the lips of his old antagonist. "I got a clew to the whereabouts of Mistress Beverley, who has been de coyed across the river-got it from a wounded man whom I heired on the battlefield, and nothing must do but I must undertake a rescue. It was near h e re that we had our last tussle with the redcoats. Well, I reached this house and found it filled with the enemy, who let me get into the trap before they showed their colors. When I awoke to the true situation, I was a prisoner, and here I have been ever since the battle." "But this stain on the wall?" asked Frank, holding his light to the left. "Oh, sir, that's blood. They carried some of their

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The Tumble Downstairs. 16 5 wounded in here and dressed their wounds. They got it pretty hard out yonder by the bridge, and, from what they said, if our fellows had not retreated when they d;d, they could I ave driven the enemy off the ground. If Mistress Beverley has been in this house, I haven't been able to find her." "But you haven't searched the premises?" "No. I have been bound ever since I was taken. Now, Capt. Lowry, if you will release me and we can find another sword--" "What you don't want to fight me yet?" cried Frank, drawing off in astonishment. "Why not? I suppose we will have to settle mat ters between us some time." "Not I, sir," answered Frank. "Capt. Marley, I have promised Gen. Washington to forego such useless settlements of little difficulties, and if you can play the soldier, as I hope to play it hereafter, with nothing in my mind but the good of our common country, we will forget and be friends." "Cut my bonds first!" Frank did this in a moment, and in another second Capt. Roger Marley and he stood in the light of the burning tow and clasped hands as they looked into each other's eyes.

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CHAPTER XVIII. BACK TO OLD PUT, A thorough search of the old house failed to dis g cover Priscilla. The two captains found, however, evidences of the young lady's occupancy in one of the upper rooms, and concluded that she had either effected her escape from the Night Owls, or had been taken to another place by her captors. "She is gone, that much is certain," said Frank, after the search. "She may have escaped during the battle or afterward. It is possible that her whereabouts is known to Capt. J ockell, if he is alive, which I very much doubt, for I went at him vicious-like on the stair. We must look elsewhere for the young lady, and at once. For we rejoin our commands to-morrow for the next engagement." To finish up the hunt for Priscilla at once seemed the best thing for the two young captains to do, and they were about to quit the house when loud voices outside caught their ears. "It is too late!" exclaimed Frank, as he caught Marley's arm and held him back on the main staircase. "The enemy is out yond er!" The voices increased and, after listening a little

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Back to Old Put. while, the boys knew that they were on the fringe of another adventure. That they were now within the British lines was well known to them, and they were liable to come in contact with their old foes in red in a few moments. Men were about the house, and their loud voices told the young patriots that they would soon swarm into the old pile. In searching the house they had found some weapons which, while not very serviceable, might answer in an emergency, and they had to put up with what fortune had placed in their hands. "We'll go in and see how the bluebird comes on," laughed some one. "He must be considerably mollified by this time and ready to swear allegiance to the king. Come on, fellows. We've had it pretty hard to-day, and to-morrow, if I'm not mistaken, we'll have to storm the rebel works and rout them at the point of the bayonet." The door below was kicked open, and the heavy tramp of many feet came up to the young captains' ears. "We're in another nice pickle," smiled Marley, as he looked at Frank, whose face was visible at the window, "and we have to fight our old foes in red again." "If not the Night Owls." "No, those fellows are British soldiers. I can tell that by their voices. They're in the hall now. They

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168 Back to Old Put. must be the same who caught me, for they know I am here." Presently the enemy, who had entered the house, were heard on the stairs, and Frank touched his com panion's arm. "If these confounded pistols could be relied on we would meet the enemy on the steps," said he. "But you don't know just how they will serve us." "Then we must take them as we find them." The young captains waited a moment longer, and heard the soldiers below laughing over the fight of the previous day. "Oh, for the Boys of Liberty !" fell from Frank's tongue. "How I would like to have them h e re for a brush with those fellows! But here they come, cap tain." "Yes, they know where they left me--up here," smiled young Marley. The soldiers on the stairs made a good deal of noise, and the late captives of the king's men awaited them with much impatience, for they would have the affray over as soon as possible. "Halt!" rang out over the sounds. "What's the use of hunting up the bluebird till we've had a little re freshment? You know where we found the wine to day, Patson, and you said there was some left." "Yes, plenty of it in the cellar, if the others did not discover it."

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Back to Old Put. "We'll take possession of the lower room here while you go fetch it up." This suggestion was hailed with a good deal of sat isfaction, and the boys looked at one another. "It's a breathing spell and a good one," said Frank. "We can now look round for a loophole of escape." "The shutters are nailed on the outside, Heaven knows why," was the response. "This must have been a house of darkness and mystery a long time before the war." "Like many a one on Long Island. But we can try the windows, and if one affords us an avenue of escape from these rascals, whom I would like to have a tilt with under other circumstances, we will bid them farewell for the present." They went to work as cautiously as possible and tested the windows. "This one yields!" exclaimed Marley. "The shutter is a little loose and I think we can get out here." Frank was soon at his friend's side, and they opened the shutter and looked out upon a sloping roof. "They've found the wine in the cellar !" "I wish I could have found it while I inhabited this old shell," ejaculated Marley. ,"I was as dry as a fish all day and I could hear them drinking downstairs the whole time." "Try the roof now, will you, Marley? We will see whether we can't steal a march on the king's men."

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Back to Old Put. Roger Marley, as agile as a cat, slipped over the old sill and found the roof. "It seems solid and safe," he whispered to his friend Lowry. "It slopes gently and it can t be far from the eaves to the ground. We must take the chances, anyhow. If they have not stationed guards around the house, which is likely since it is now within their lines, we are booked for escape." Frank followed Marley, and the two were soon together on the roof. "Not another step!" whispered the young Pennsyl vanian, as his fingers closed suddenly on Frank's wrist. "Look at that dark object crouched yonder." Frank turned and looked. Hugging the wall of the main house, and near the spot where it ended, was something that resembled a large, crouching animal. It did not move, nor did it seem to breathe, and the two captains held aloof and looked. The very presence of this unknown obstacle alarmed them and seemed to still their wildly beating hearts. "It is a man," said Marley, at last. "But it looks like a great dog, like Mistress Teach's Cato," was the low reply. "It must be reckoned with first. Man or beast, it stands in our path to freedom. Come, Capt. Lowry, we must meet this new danger." The boys crept toward the object and their sword

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Back to Old Put. hands clutched the hilts of their weapons with all the coolness they could summon. Five feet from the "thing" they stopped. "What is it?" questioned Marley. "A man, and he is dead I" "What! dead?" "Look at his position now, will you! No living being sits against a wall like that. Wait I Follow me closely, Marley, and we will solve this mystery once and forever." Frank threw himself forward along the roof, and caught at the arm that hung along the side of the unknown. "Dead!" he said, with a look at his friend. "This is better than a live foe." "But who is he?" "A Britisher. Look I He has been dead a long time "And his pistols. What weapons! Look I Silver mounted from barrel to end of stocks How came he up here?" "The future may never answer your question. But we know that he is here. What's that? They have heard us on the roof. They are coming up the stair. In a moment they will be at the window !" This was true, as sounds which could not be mis interpreted told the pair on the roof.

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17'2 Back to Old Put. They fell back from the dead soldier in red and crept to the edge of the clapboards. "This way. The window's open. He must have es caped by the roof!" cried a loud voice "Come, fel lows, we 'll find the trail of our bluebird before we drink another bottle !" The soldiers approached the window with cries o f eagerness, and Frank and Roger looked up the slop ing roof, expecting at any moment to see the faces of the enemy at the window. Nor were they disappointed. In a flash, as it were, three faces appeared over the rotton sill. "He went by the roof!" cried one of the three. "He crept down the clapbo a rds and ere this is gone. But who c ould have cut his bonds? We made him secure before we left him in the house and--" "There he is! Look at the edge of the roof. By the king's crown I There are two of them!" In an instant the faces came nearer, as their owners scrambled out of the window, intent on pursuit and seizure. The two young patriots wriggled to the very edge of the sloping roof. ,It was a moment of direst peril. "Into their faces at once Quick Together I" cried C a pt. Marley, and two pistols flashed forth their contents.

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Back to Old Put. 173 There was a cry of pain, and, while one man fell back, another seemed to be hurled from the window and fell sprawling upon the roof, almost within reach of the young rebels. "Now, the leap!" cried Marley. ''We must trust to the hei g ht. Come! Jump !" The bodies of the two young captains vanished over the edge of the roof and both struck the ground be neath. They were thrown off their feet by the impact, but stagg ered up and ran afoul of one another. "Better luck than looked for!" exclaimed Frank. "Now we must run for it, for we shall have King George's men at our heels in a jiffy." They darted off amid the shouts and shots of the foe. Side by side they ran, nor stopped until they were far from the old house. "We can now halt, I think, and make an inventory of our bruises," grinned Master Lowry. "It was getting out of the kettle with very little broiling, after all. By my life, they've not given us up yet! Hear them beating the shrubbery back yonder." "Let them beat it. They've frightened the quarry away from the immediate neighborhood, and we won't be fools enough to go back and give them another tus sle. That fellow who fell out upon the roof was a monster in scarlet, and when he turned his face to the

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174 Back to Old Put. stars he looked for all the world like Capt. Jockell, but of course it was not that worthy.'' Overjoyed at their escape, the two captains discov ered that, beyond a few bruises, they were not injured, and when the sounds of pursuit had died away they started off. The mystery that hung over Priscilla was still un solved, but they dared not go back to the old house for its solution. "We must trust to another time for our quest," said Frank Lowry. "Now let us report to Gen. Putnam in the trenches, for he may need us to-morrow." They made their way across the country, passing more than one spot which still showed signs of fight ing, and here and there they came upon dead men who had not been found among the shrubbery. They found that they would have to flank the enemy in order to reach their army, and this they did by the assistance of certain noises that located the camps. The British had followed up their advantages by moving upon the American works near Brooklyn Heights, but they had refused to assault them. Perhaps they had discovered that the ramparts were well defended, as indeed they were. The morning was to see them covered with blue coats, for Washington was rushing re-enforcements over from New York. When fairly within the American lines, Capt. Marley drew off to hunt his regiment, which had suffered

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Back to Old Put. 175 severely during the battle, while Frank hastened to ward Putnam' s headquarters. He found the burly old gener a l growling like a lion in a little room, while standing near, with composure enthroned upon his lofty brow, was the great.Washington. "Let me hang them both !" cried Putnam, as he struck th e table with his fist. "Give them over to me, your exc e llency, and I will make short work of it. They've been cau ght within our lin e s." "But there r e mains a doubt as to what capacity they were captured in ." "I know they both wear the king's uniform, but that ma y be a mere blind." "We, thou g h defeated, can afford to be merciful in war. Let us not set an example of blood for our ene m ies. But-why, whom have we here? Frank had entered the little room. "By my life I tis Capt. Lowry, of Smallwood s com mand !" e x claimed the grizzled Putnam. "Welcome, captain! I thought they had you hard and fast. Now Gen Washington, I w\ll not ask for the blood of those two men, for I have my young provincial with me again."

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CHAPTER XIX. THE NEW RECRUIT. Master Ryddy, the dwarf, sat on an old ammunition chest not far from Gen. Putnam's quarters like a lizard in the sun. It was the morning after the battle of Long Island, and the Americans, who had fallen back to their en trenchments, were working with pick and spade, while but a few hundred yards distant lay the army which had just defeated them. Ryddy was doing nothing in particular, but his roving eye caught sight of a young provincial who came toward him, and all at once the dwarf sprang into life, as it were, and ran forward. "Well, Master Ryddy !" cried Frank Lowry, at sight of the little fellow. "Did you deliver my note to Mis tress Beverley?" For answer the dwarf thrust one hand into his 'bosom and drew forth a bit of paper, which Frank clutched eagerly. He knew Priscilla's writing at once. While the dwarf regarded some object at a dis tance, the young soldier read as follows : "MASTER LowRY : I am still in the place where this note will be handed to your messenger. I shall not

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The New Recruit. 177 bother you concerning the foul means by which I was decoyed across the river by Capt. Jockell, the Night Owl. That story will keep. But I am to be taken away from here within the next few hours, from what I have overheard. If you have ever heard of Stacey's M ills you may find me there, or in the vicinity. I have been visited by a young lady who is intensely Tory, and with whom I had a flaring interview, at which both of us could not curb our passions ; but she means well enou g h I believe. She is the dau g hter of Tobias Teach, the Long Island Tory, and while she knows nothing but service to the kin g she has b e friended me. Should I not e s cape from this place before I am re moved, and this fall into your hands, you might look about Stacey's Mills for me. I am well, despite the terror of my position. It is said by my captors that they will fight about this place, hence their desire to have me away from here then, as they expect to extort ransom from Aunt Murray, which I trust they will not be able to do. Know that I have not been forced to change my sentiments toward the king be cause of my imprisonment, and believe that I never shall. Yours for independence, "PRISCILLA BEVERLEY." Frank read the letter twice before he looked up. The long night after Long Island had passed away and Washington, the indefatigable leader, was rushing re-enforcements across the river. As Frank looked up from his letter he caught sight of long lines of soldiers, and the next moment Glover's men were filing past him.

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The New Recruit. He rejoiced in his heart as he now and then saluted the gallant looking fellows, who had come over to help the Americans out of the snare. After this regiment came others, till fifteen hundred fresh troops had marched past. "With these brave fellows we ought to do some thing," thought Frank. "If Howe gets the heights, he can shell us out of New York and the day is lost." But he had another matter to think of, and that was Priscilla's perilous situation. How could he reach her? He had heard of Stacey's Mills, a weird place some distance from the stone house near the bridge, and the fact that he and Capt. Marley had failed to find the young lady there the previous night convinced him that her fears had been realized and that she had been taken to the mills. Two hours after receiving the message from Pris cilla, the whole American camp was thrown into a state of excitement by the arrival of Capt. Pierce and his Boys of Liberty, who had a startling story of es cape to narrate. They had threaded the dark roads and byways of Long Island in their venture, and at last had been re warded by finding themselves within the patriot lines. The whole army seemed rejoiced at this arrival, for, while the boys did not constitute a great re-enforce ment, such were their fighting qualities that they were

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The New Recruit. 179 doubly welcomed just when everything looked so dark for the cause. More than two thousand men had been lost in the battle of Long Island, and they were the flower of Washington's army. No one could supplant the brave Delawares and Marylanders who had fallen, and whose praise was on every tongue. They had held their grcund to the very last, fight ing Cornwallis' veterans with the courage of Spartans, and nothing but overwhelming numbers had forced them to yield. Frank received Benjamin cordially, and the couple withdrew and exchanged adventures under the breast works. "What about Priscilla?" was Benjamin's eager ques tion. "Thanks to the fellow called Ryddy, we have about located her." "What? Is she still in the enemy's hands?" "Yes; somewhere in the vicinity of Stacey's Mills." "Why, we passed within a few yards of that spot last night !" exclaimed Capt. Pierce. "If we had only known--" "Perhaps you could not have rescued her." "We could have tried, at any rate. We would have shown her captors, Tories or redcoats, that they had

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180 The New Recruit. the Boys of Liberty to deal with, and that would have been something." "I am sure you would have done your best," said Frank. "I do not think Priscilla nee d fear the machina tions of Capt. Jockell again, for I left him hors de com bat at Tobias Teach's house. I believe I killed the fellow on the stair." "A good thrust for liberty if you did," cried Ben jamin. "Now, if I can get leave of absence, which I doubt, from what Old Put told me this morning, I will try to rescue Priscilla." "Count me with you. Stacey's Mills are not far from here, and while they are within the enemy's lines, their situation is so isolated that one might swoop down upon them and get back here before the redcoats found it out." "That's just what I thought." "It is likely that we shall not have another battle to-day, as Gen. Howe is overcautious, and I hear he is trying to reach our works by parallels, which indicates his caution. Now, other generals would have followed up their victory and stormed Putnam's fortifications im mediately after the fight of yesterday. But, fortunately for us, Howe is slow." During all this time Master Ryddy stood aloof, and at last Benjamin looked at him and said: "They wanted to hang him last night, but he broke

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The New Recruit. guard and scampered. It was a close call, though. I'm glad to see him with a whole skin." "He's quite able to take care of himself. I shall always hold him in high esteem because of the service he has just rendered me. He must have risked his life to get my message to Priscilla, and risked it again in getting back.'' "Who is he, anyway?" "That is more than I can tell you. He is a living mystery, and they admit him at times into the British lines; but the Tories never liked him.'' "They never like anyone they don't see in a mirror, and that's themselves alone. But I cannot see why Mis tress Teach had you taken from the line of prisoners and removed to her house. She hasn't taken a fancy to you, Frank?" "Far from it," laughed the young patriot. "Patience just humored a queer whim, that's all. She sees no people but those of her own ilk, and she prob ably wanted to look at a young rebel just for the fun of the thing." "And you repaid her by breaking her tableware! Now, that wasn't very nice, Frank.'' "She didn't seem to care in the least; in fact, I think she secretly enjoyed my display of temper. There wasn't a whole glass on the table when I got through. And when she leaned over the balustrade and poked

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The New Recruit. her pistol into Capt. Jockell's face she looked like a Nemesis." "No doubt of that, and the wonder is that she missed him." "It was her fury did that. It unnerved her. The powder must have burned the captain's face, and then, when she touched my hand afterward and said good night, she was still trembling from her rage. I never saw such a woman." "We may meet her again, and then I can judge her for myself," said Capt. Pierce. "Now, if Gen. Putnam would only give us a chance to go out after Priscilla we would see what is in the neighborhood of Stacey's Mills. But look yonder. Isn't that the boy whom Putnam said he would hang if he ever caught him back in the camp?" Frank looked in the direction indicated by Benja min's finger, and uttered an exclamation of surprise. "It's Tom Hapgood, sure enough! What brings that young fellow back at this time? He must be but half-witted to enter the camp after our defeat, for Gen. Putnam is in ill humor, and if he finds him here-" "You had better warn him." Frank, intent on warning the young spy, whose map still hung on the wall in Putnam's room, sprang up and ran toward the unsuspecting lad.

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The New Recruit. 183 "This way, young sir!" he called out; "this way, Tom Hapg ood Master Hapgood paused and looked queerly at Frank. After a while he came on, but slowly, and stopped in front of the provincial captain. "So you re back!" said Lowry. "Don t you know what the old general threatened?" "I've got ears," said Tom. ''Well, he is a man of his word. He still feels the scars of his old wars, and if he catches you in camp he will hang you with the bare semblance of a court martial." "But he found my map correct, didn't he?" "Yes ; but you see, Sullivan had the fighting of the battle, and though Old Put tried to explain every thing to him, he left the defiles open and we got a whipping." "That's what you did, and a good one, too. Where is Putnam ?" "Right over y onder, with Miffiin, who has just come over with re enforcements. But you don't want to see him young sir. "Why not?" "I say he's liable to hang you on si g ht." "He can do it if he wants to. I have no further de sire to live. My father--"

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The New Recruit. "Didn't Gen. Howe keep his word with you?" "He did ; but Earl Percy would not. They hanged my father before I returned to their lines. Now, sir, I want to enroll myself in the ranks of the rebels. I want a rifle." The boy s eyes glistened. "Do you think Gen. Putnam will listen to me?" he continued. "Do you think he will let me avenge my father's death?" "He ought to; but Old Put is a strange man. He probably has not forgotten the events connected with your last interview with him. But there comes the personage you want to see. There is Washington himself." Tom Hapgood's heart seemed to take a great leap in his bosom, and he gazed at the officer who came forward on a large white horse. "It is Washington!" he cried. "I have seen him but once before; but never so near him as now. He will surely let me fight under his flag. I love liberty; my father loved it with all his soul, and they say he died telling the British that he had a son who would be a thorn in their side one of these days. I am the thorn. I shall not ask Gen. Putnam for permission to fight with the Americans. I shall plead with Washington himself." A moment later Tom Hapgood bounded away and

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The New Recruit. planted himself squarely in the road taken by the commander-in-chief of the American army. Frank and Benjamin looked on, and though they were too far away to hear what took place between Tom and the general, they could see that the young orphan was pleading his cause with zeal. Suddenly Tom Hapgood was seen to throw his hat in the air, and with a loud shout he came bounding back. "It is all settled I I am enrolled in the ranks of the American army!" he cried, before he came up with the two captains. "Which of you commands the Boys of Liberty?" "I have that honor," said Benjamin. "Then you must give me a rifle. Gen. Washington ,has said that I should henceforth belong to the Boys of Liberty and if you need a new recruit--" "I have room for twenty boys like you, sir," inter rupted Benjamin. "You will report at once. I'm go ing down our way right now. Gen. Putnam--" "I shall prove to him that I am true blue. Just give me a chance. I am used to picking off squirrels from the highest trees on Long Island, so you don't think I could possibly miss a redcoat?" "You shall have a chance to try," smiled Capt Pierce, as he e s cort e d Tom awa y and the last Frank saw of the boy he was laughing almost insanely over

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186 The New Recruit. the chance he was to have to avenge his father's cruel death. "There's many a case like that," thought Frank Lowry," sympathetically. "King George will have much to answer for."

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CHAPTER XX. WHERE DANGER LURKED. Frank Lowry found Gen. Putnam in a little better humor when he approached him. Perhaps the arrival of re-enforcements had changed the old general's temper, and when Frank entered his presence he smiled and asked after Priscilla. Capt. Lowry proceeded and narrated the last in formation he had received through the dwarf, but to his surprise Old Put shook his head. "It's a dangerous venture," said he. "Stacey's Mills is within the enemy's lines. It would be extremely risky to send you on such a quest as that. However, if you think you can reach the place and effect the young lady's rescue, I will give my consent. You must assume all risks. If they catch you and lengthen your neck, you must not lay the blame on Gen. Putnam." "I would not think of such a thing I" exclaimed Frank. "I will exact another promise from you, young sir." "Well?'' "You must report to me to-morrow morning at six." "I will do that." "If not caught, of course," laughed Old Put. "I

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188 Where Danger Lurked. fancy that you will find Stacey's Mills a lively beehive of trouble." Elated at the prospect of rescuing Priscilla from the hands of her enemies, Frank repaired to his quar t e rs to arrange for the venture. He had resolved to make the attempt that night, and with the assistance of at least a part of the Boys of Liberty, provided they could slip from the intrench ments without rousing the enemy, he hoped that suc cess would crown his efforts. It was a long day to Frank Lowry. He watched the movements of the re-enforcements which Washington threw into Brooklyn for the pur pose of making a stand on the heights, and he heard some experienced officers say that the issue was very doubtful. The army had recovered some of its spirit since the disastrous battle. It received each detachment from New York with che e rs, and as Washington seemed everywhere, cheering the troops and superintending in person the work of defense, hope rose in the bosoms of the patriot forces But the keenest sighted foresaw the coming calamity. Washington himself knew that if the heights could not be held, or if Howe outflanked him, the die was cast, and then nothing remained but retreat across the

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Where Danger Lurked. I 89 river and the abandonment of the city for whose safety he had labored so hard. Frank and Benjamin selected the ten young patriots whom they wished to accompany them on the noc turnal venture, and everything was nearly ready for d e parture when Frank was suddenly summoned to headquarters. He did not care to go, for he feared it would mean a relinquishment of his design. Putnam was not there, but in his place stood Gen. Mifflin. "Young sir," said the general, "what is this venture I hear about-the one you are about to undertake?" Frank explained briefly. "To Stacey's Mills, eh? Do you know anything about them ?" "I know, sir, that they are within the enemy's lines." "Nothing more?" "I believe not, sir." "Then," said Mifflin, with a drawl, "you should not go thither." "But, general--" The old campaigner held up his hand. "Stacey's Mills,'' said he, "consist of a network of underground passages which were made years ago for some purposes not yet determined." "I had never heard of that." "I thought not. Those passages are foul places and

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190 Where Danger Lurked. dark. Within the past three months, or since we be gan to hold Long I s land, three soldiers have vanished som e where amid the gloom of those subterranean ways." "The more need then, of rescuing the young lady, if such is the case," exclaim e d Frank. "The less chance of finding her." "That is true; but the less chance the greater caution." "I wish it were always that way; but you young heads are not always cool. Once inside those old mills, and you may never again come out to the pure air. You have not thought, sir--" "I'm sure, sir, I did not know of these dark pas sages, and yet I have heard much about Stacey's Mills." "In fact," resumed Mifflin, "the truth is not known to everyone. Those passages are secret ones and the secret has been well kept. Let me bring a witness." "I should be pleased to have you do so," said Frank. Mifflin called an aide, who vanished, and in a mo ment came back, bringing with him a man whose face was a network of scars on one side. "Roman, this is Capt. Lowry, of our army," said Gen. Mifflin. The scarred man bowed to Frank. ''What do you know about the secret passages of Stacey's Mills?" asked Mifflin.

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Where Danger Lurked. I 9 I In an instant the face of the stranger grew white, and he put one hand upon the scars. "I know a good deal, general," he said. "I came up out of them alive, and that was all." "When?" "Last summer." "Tell Capt. Lowry all." Thereupon Roman, as he was called, proceeded to tell a story of terrible adventure, how he was captured by a band of Tories, supposed to be the Night Owls, and carried to the secret dungeons of the old mills, where he was left to perish far beneath the earth. It was a story of terror that must have blanched Capt. Frank's cheeks, for he did not lose a single word of it. Gen. Mifflin listened with the same attention, and when at last Roman concluded, he turned to the young provincial. "Art still in the notion, captain?" he asked. "Yes, general ; I am sure we can avoid the terrors that have lurked in the dungeons below the old mills." "They lurk there yet !" cried Roman, striking the table with his fist. "I know it. But last night I passed the dreaded place and heard voices in the old shell." "Why haven't the mills been destroyed ?" "No one seems to have the hardihood to apply the flame." "ls it so bad as all that?" cried Frank. "Let me go

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192 Where Danger Lurked. thither to-night, and if we accomplish our mission, I warrant you that the light of the burnin g mills shall brighten the sky. "If you accomplish your mission? That's the point," said Mifflin. Frank, a littl e irritated rose to go. "Am I to go thither? he asked, feeling that Mif-flin was acting under authority of Gen. Putnam. "Would you go after such a warning?" "Yes; doubly s o now." "Then go! I've done my duty." "You are acting under Gen. Putnam's authority, Gen. Mifflin?" said Frank. "You have the power to revoke my commission." "I will not do that." "I would have to obey if you did," was the reply. "Gen. Putnam left everything to me," answered Mifflin. "I only wanted to place the danger before you in its true light. That is why I had Roman within call. I knew of no better witness than one who has felt the terrors of those underground ways." "I thank you, sir,'' Frank hastened to respond; "but the mere fact that, from the best information we have, Mistress Beverley is somewhere under or in Stacey's Mills, is the best incentive for our proposed venture." Gen. Mifflin waved Roman, the scarred man, from the room, and turned again to Frank. "I am free to say, Capt. Lowry that I admire your

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Where Danger Lurked. 193 pluck and bravery. I understand that you did some good work on the island with Col. Smallwood's com mand. We cannot afford to lose such gallant young officers. We have a dearth of them, because our num b ers are fewer since the engagement. You realize that w e n e ed every arm that can be lifted in the cause of hu ma n liberty." "Every one, sir." "I am glad to have you indorse my statement, which is patent to every American. Now, I make a last ap peal. If I send a troop out and investigate for our selves, burning the mills if they find nothing, will you agree to forego this venture to-night?' "You are very anxious," exclaimed Frank ; "I re spect your solicitude, but I want to have a hand in the rescue of my friend." "Then go!" said Miffiin, sharply, but without resent ment. "You will understand that I wash my hands of all blame." "Certainly, sir." Frank elt strange as he left the quarters and stood without the little building. "Well?" cried Capt. Benjamin, as he caught sight of his friend. "What did Old Put want?" "It wasn't Old Put, but Gen. Mifflin." "Oh the man ~ho brought over the re-enforce ments ?"

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194 Where Danger Lurked. "Yes." "Does he command in Old Put's place?" "For the nonce, yes. He tried to get me to forego the expedition we have planned for to-night." "And you--" "I refused to abandon it." Capt. Pierce fell back and slowly shook his head. "I wish you had promised to stay in camp," he said. "You do? Why--" "I was deep in the scheme myself till a short time ago ; in fact, to be plain, I have thought differently of the expedition since you left me." ''What has changed your tune? Who has been blowing hot and cold about you?" "Oh! no one in particular. I don't like the job, you see. I shall have to refuse the departure from camp of the Boys of Liberty." Frank drew off a pace and looked sharply at Ben jamin. He could hardly believe the evidence of his senses. "You must explain!" he cried to Benjamin. "We have been friends too long to come to the parting of the ways. I demand to know why you want to desert Priscilla in the moment of need You have some rea son. What is it?" "Never mind that. We cannot lose a man from the army at this time." "That is not it!" cried Frank.

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Where Danger Lurked. 19 S "We may expect an assault at any time." "That is not it, either." "Well, then, I will not go! That's it!" cried Capt. Benjamin. "I don't intend to risk my life among the dark underground passages of Stacey's Mills. They are the ways of death." "With whom have you talked since I left you? With Roman?" "I don't know Roman." "You haven't seen Gen. Mifflin?" "I haven't had the honor of a talk with the general." "Then in Heaven's name-" "I have talked with Tom Hapgood. He knows more about those old mills than he cares to tell. He is so eager to have us go thither that I doubt his loyalty to the cause we serve. He is itching for us to go out on the night expedition, and the tries to have me believe that those passages lead to a hoard of gold buried yea rs and years ago by the owners of the mills. He is too eager by half. I'm going to watch that young fellow, and at the first sign of treachery I'll turn him over to Old Put." "But you ought to know, Benjamin, that Tom Hapgood recently lost his father." "What proof beyond his bare statement of that event have we?" cried Capt. Pierce. "Frank, if you will take my advice you will let Stacey's Mills severely alone to-night."

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196 Where Danger Lurked. "Then you will not go with me?" "I-I--" "Tom Hapgood and I will make the trip ourselves," broke in Capt. Lowry. "This is for the cause of liberty as well as for the young lady whose life is in jeopardy. If Priscilla has been taken to those old mills nothing shall stand between me and an attempt to rescue her. You need not go, Benjamin. You need not grant my expedition a single Boy of Liberty. It becomes, from this moment, an expedition of twoTom Hapgood and Frank Lowry! Good-night, Ben jamin," and, with a toss of his head, Capt. Frank turned on his heel and strode away.

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CHAPTER XXI. THE RESCUE OF PRISCILLA. Could a '>pectator have stood in the vicinity of Stacey\ Mills on a certain night in August he might have seen two figures approach the spot cautiously. The winds had hushed and the challenges of the red coated sentries no longer sounded on the air. The grim old mills, which had not been used for years, looked dark and ghostly against the sky, and around them the grass was trampled as if men in the mad rush of battle had passed and repassed over it. This was the case, for during the battle of Long Island both Americans and British had fought around the place. Frank Lowry and Tom H:1.pgood came upon the scene with the intention of rescuing Priscilla if she were the prisoner of the mills, as they believed she was. Capt. Pierce had carried out his refusal to let the Bo y s of Liberty have a part in the expedition, there fore Frank and Tom had set out alone, and that against all that the former had heard through Gen. Mifflin and the man called Roman. Young Hapgood, w h o knew the nei g hborhood, was both guide and friend and wh e n the boys reached the

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198 The Rescue of Priscilla. spot and found it so silent and apparently deserted, they looked at one another and smiled. "No Night Owls here so far as I can see," said Frank. "We may not find Priscilla, but if we do, Tom, we will brighten the heavens with the light of this old pile." Tom Hapgood nodded, and both proceeded to enter the buildings. "You know the way," whispered Capt. Lowry to his companion. "You know where the secret passages are. Now let us begin." Once within the old trap the darkness seemed pal pable, and a bat, disturbed by the invasion, flitted past the boys' heads. "Hark!" Frank stood still at once as the hand of his com panion caught and gripped his wrist. From somewhere had come a sound that startled both. It seemed a human voice, but so far away that for a moment it appeared to be beneath them, and Tom leaned forward in the darkness and listened. In another moment he was pulling young Lowry across the worm-eaten floor. "It is from below us," he said. "It comes from the secret passages." Frank stopped. "It may sound again," he exclaimed. 'Wait! We

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The Rescue of Priscilla. I 99 must not run our heads into danger when they can be kept out." Half a minute-it seemed an hour-the boys listened. Suddenly from the gloom there came to their ears the bars of a well-known song of the times, "Washin g ton's Fame.'' The words fell faintly on their ears, and finally died away like a whisper in the night. 'Tis Priscilla!" exclaimed Frank. "She sings per haps to prevent madness in this ghostly place. Which way, Tom?" Hapgood seemed to take his bearings. "Come! The eastern trap!" he said, and Frank was pulled away again. Capt. Lowry had to wonder at the boy's powers in that terrible gloom. He seemed to have the eyes 0 the owl, and the scent of the fox. Presently Tom found a trapdoor in the floor, where Lowry could see nothing, and then he drew back and whispered. "The steps are beneath us. They lead far under ground. We shall either find Mistress Beverley ordeath Are you ready?" Frank, who had drawn his sword, answered without a moment's hesitation. "Ready, Tom, ready! Lead on. We came hither for Priscilla or death !"

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200 The Rescue of Priscilla. The bo y s descended. The old steps creaked, but withstood the strain. Frank counted seven as he went down. When they reached solid ground once more Tom halted and leaned against the wall of the corridor in which they were. "Now I have it!" he suddenly exclaimed. "This way. She is in the round room." "What is that?' "The treasurf' house, if all accounts be true. But the treasure has never been unearthed." Down the dark passage crept the b e y heroes, Tom keeping his hand on the damp wall as if to guide him, for he was in the lead. "This is an endless place, and as dark as Erebus !" ejaculated Frank. "All things end," was the reply, close to his ear. "This one is no exception." "But-there, she sings again! We are near her now." "We are here !" The words thrilled Frank Lowry as he had never been thrilled, not even in battle. "This is the door," continued the boy, whom he could not see. "This is the door to the round room." "If locked, break it down." Tom laughed, for the voice of the singer had ceased and he drew back a pace.

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The Rescue of Priscilla. 201 "Feel the door for yourself," he said to Frank. "It is not as old as the mills, but much newer. It is solid." Frank, in his eagerness, ran his hand over the stout planks that formed the unseen portal before them, and uttered an exclamation of rage. Then he placed his lips close to the jamb and cried out: "Friends, Priscilla! If you are there, answer!" There was a cry beyond the old door. "She is there!" shouted Frank, as he fell back against Hapgood. "Now, Master Tom, we must force this portal." But Tom had vanished. Frank threw out his hands, but could not touch the young Long Islander. Had Tom left him a prisoner in the dark passages of Stacey's Mills? He thought of Capt. Pierce's last words. If 'fotn Hapgood was a traitor he had played his game well. But in another minute something fell against Frank and he drew back. "The heavy plank may break the door in," said the voice of Tom. "We can try. There are others in the mill besides ourselves." ''Now?" "I heard them on the upper floors. The Night Owls, perhaps, and after us."

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202 The Rescue of Priscilla. Catching hold of the old plank which Tom had brought to the spot, Frank summoned all his strength. Both boys prepared for an onslaught on the door. "It is straight ahead," whispered Tom. "The door cannot withstand many blows with our ram." There was a dash forward, the end of the plank struck the door in the middle, and it yielded. "Another one! Now! All your strength, Master Lowry !" cried the new recruit. The second blow was given, the old door fell inward, and a cry of joy echoed in the place. Frank sprang into the room thus exposed, and threw out his hands. "Here!" cried a woman's voice. "I am here, and you-you must be Frank!" There was no time for congratulations. "They are hunting us," said a voice at Frank's elbows. "The Night Owls have scented us, Capt. Frank." The boys turned, with Pri!!cilla between them, and for a moment stood silent in the darkness. "I have found the treasure," said the young lady. "It was an accident. I passed my time exploring my cell, and-would you believe it, Frank ?-I unearthed a stone that moved under the others, and I found a flight of steps. Hoping that they led to an avenue of escape, I descended and found a little room walled with stone and cement."

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The Rescue of Priscilla. 203 "That is the spot!" cried Tom. "I found there," proceeded Priscilla, "little boxes bound with iron. They are piled up almost as high as my head." "The golden doubloons I" exclaimed the new recruit. "I next--" "Hark! They are coming down !" interrupted Frank Lowry. "We must fight in the dark." "No; they have a light." The. rays of a lantern that seemed to be moving down the outside corridor revealed the figures of three stalwart men. "The pistols, not the blades, Tom," whispered Frank. "We can take these rascals unawares. Now, wait till they stand out a little fuller. There they are. Another second, Master Hapgood." The boys waited with pistols ready for the game until the lantern light was stronger. "Now!" The command fell from Frank's lips. It was answered by the flash and report of the two weapons, and the light fell to the floor. "Two winged birds!" shouted Frank, as he darted down the corridor, sword in hand. "This way, men Charge home and spare not! Smite the vultures of Long Island Death to the foes of liberty I" "Ay ay Down with redcoats and Tories!" responded Tom, taking up the cue at once.

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204 The Rescue of Priscilla. There was a scampering beyond the circle of light two figures were seen to vanish, and when Frank picked up the dropped lantern he held it above a dead man on the ground. The noise of the sudden retreat of their enemies died away. The underground place grew strangely silent, and the boys went back to Mistress P riscilla. "They have been frightened out of their wits," laughed Tom Hapg ood. "They think Washington's whole army is after them. Frank, we must see the treasure." ''No! no! Some other time. We must first get out of this trap." They moved forward and clambered up into the mill proper. "Look! They have fired the mills!" A little flame was leaping out of the darkness, and while the three gazed it spread until it seemed to leap from joist to joist like a train of powder. "The steps to the underground passages wilt soon 'burn," said Tom, "and in a minute the whole thing will be in flames." "To stay here is to burn with the mill," was the an swer. "We must go." The three saw that the mills were doomed to destruc tion. The fire leaped from place to place, and the cobwebs enabled it to sweep along with terrible speed.

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The Rescue of Priscilla. 205 Once outside, the boys prepared for an attack, but none came. Higher and higher leaped the raging flames. The wind which had suddenly raised, carried them to every part of the old buildings until the tempest of fire was a whirlwind itself, dooming everything it touched. "That is the last of the old mills of terror and mys tery," said Tom Hapgood, while they stood off and for a few moments watched the blaze. "Gen. Putnam will see the light and wonder how we have fared. Look! That looks like a man dancing on the roof of the mill nearest the creek !" 'Tis the guardian of the treasure. It is said that the old walloon who buried it, though he died long ago, still keeps guard over the doubloons!" "Nonsense, Tom; but if the silly care to believe that I shall not interfere. Now we shall take the f>ack trail." It was a swift and trying trip back to the American camp. For some distance the three had the light of the burning mills to guide them, and it also showed them the position of the British army, enabling them to flank and avoid it. Priscilla related her 0, dventures during the journey, and Frank and Tom listened with absorbing interest. She had been taken from the stone house t o the

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206 The Rescue of Priscilla. mills at Capt. Jockell's orders, and the Night Owl had coolly informed her that should he fail to extort ran som from Mistress Murray, of New York, he would leave her in the round room to perish. She did not doubt that he would carry out his threat, but she dared him to do his worst, telling him that the fate of the criminal certainly awaited him. "Now a mile further," said Frank, with a look of triumph when they had reached a certain spot. "Here's where we made our last stand, Priscilla. Here's where the Marylanders charged into Cornwallis' lines and scattered the redcoats like chaff." "But you could not hold the position?" "No; they pushed up the Hessians, and we could not fight the world in red." "But we will be free, Capt. Lowry," cried Priscilla. "We are going to achieve our independence." "If the men fight as they did yesterday." And Frank, as he thought of the gallant stand of the Mary land line, laid his hand on his blade.

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CHAPTER XXII. A'.FTER STRIFE-PEACE. The next day Gen. Washington called a council of war. Howe had thrown his army forward almost to the American trenches, and the situation was desperate. Never had a campaign been carried out to completion as had that of the British commander. Everything had worked as he had schemed. He had beaten the patriots in the battle of the twenty seventh, had forced them to their last works about Brooklyn, and another defeat stared them in the face. Moreover, Gen. Howe had planted his batteries where they commanded Putnam's position, and everything was ready to open on their lines. As for Priscilla, she had flitted across the river under escort of Capt. Lowry and a detachment of the Boys of Liberty, and was in the arms of her aunt once more. Capt. Pierce felt considerably chagrined when he learned of the success attending the expedition to Stacey's Mills, and Gen. Sullivan complimented Frank upon his safe return. A little bitterness seemed to exist between Frank and Benjamin, but it was nearly all on Benjamin's

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208 After Strife-Peace. part, for Frank was overjoyed to think that at last he had been of good service to Priscilla, while Capt. Pierce did not know just how to approach the fair rebel after his refusal to let Frank take some of the Boys of Liberty to the mills. The council of war terminated in what all regarded as the inevitable. Retreat was decided upon. In the face of the overwhelming British army, Washington resolved to withdraw his forces from Brooklyn Heights. It was a retreat which could not be helped. The enemy had been successful in all their plans, and should the little army in the trenches hold on much longer it might be surrender and the capture of Washington himself. But Howe was on the alert. He kept his fleet ready to pounce upon the patriots the moment they attempted to cross the river, but he did not know that he was dealing with the greatest military genius of his day. The night set apart for the retreat came dark and misty. The Boys of Liberty were drawn up in the trenches, and Col. Smallwood and his remnant of brave Mary landers were detailed to assist in the debarkation. Silently the boats were brought to the shore, manned by the regiment of Marbleheaders, men who knew the

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After Strife-Peace. 209 sea from childhood, and company after company was carried across. On the beach stood the watchful Washington. Nothing escaped him. He saw boat load after boat load of his gallant little force take to the water, and all the time he listened for the guns of the foe. Should Howe discover what was going on-and if he did not it would be a miracle-the British army would leap from their trenches and come down upon the Americans like a simoon of destruction. No wonder Washington was silent and grave by turns. A Tory lady, who discovered the retreat by accident, sent her negro to Howe with the intelligence. But here fortune favored the patriots, for the darky :fell in with a Hessian guard who could not understand his gibber, and, instead of sending him to Howe, thrust him into the guardhouse, and kept him there till morning. But for this the army of Washington would never have reached New York. "Forward!" cried Capt. Benjamin to the Boys of Liberty when their turn came. "You all know your places." The little company moved through the gloom and had nearly reached the river when some one stepped up to Benjamin. "The general wants you."

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210 After Strife-Peace. "Gen. Putnam ?" "No; Washington. Over yonder he stands." The giant figure of the commander-in-chief was pointed out to Capt. Benjamin. "Capt. Pierce," said Washington, when Benjamin reported for instructions, "you will move your com mand back about one hundred yards. You are to be a part of the rear guard of the army. It is a responsi ble position, and I grant it because you fought so well the other day." Benjamin saluted and was about to move away when Washington continued : "You will find in the little house occupied by Col. Hamilton-you know where it stands-a small box. It is under the floor in the left-hand corner as you enter the largest room. You will take care of it. It contains the papers of the army, and is as important as our treasure chest. Take good care of it. You will be relieved by Capt. Lowry at the proper time. The box you will turn over to him, and take at once to the boats. Capt. Lowry will be the real rear guard of the army." Washington turned away as a general officer came up and whispered something at his ear. Capt. Benjamin took the Boys of Liberty and pro ceeded to the little house, where he found the box designated by the commander-in-chief. He was gratified at the confidence, but a little nettled

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After Strife-Peace. '2.11 over the fact that Was hin g ton had chosen Frank to be the real rear guard of the army. All throu g h the ni g ht the r e treat went on. Within h a ilin g distance almost lay the enemy, never f dre am ing o f th e stra tegy of Washington, and the chief tain of l i b erty stood on the beach or sat in his saddle, o ve rseein g every movement. "What's wanting now? exclaimed Capt. Pierce, as Tom Hapgood almost ran against him. Tom had not been with the boys for some hours, and Benjamin had s e t him dow n as a deserter. "I've found the doubloons! "You--" "Come here to the lantern, Capt. Pierce. I've been to the old burned mills. There are piles of them where the round room was. What a great help they will be to the rebels, for Capt. Lowry says their treasure chest is nearly empty." Capt. Benjamin opened his eyes at the display of gold which lay in. the young Long Islander's double hands. "They can all be found I know the spot. We can c ome b a c k so m e night and ca r r y it off. Don't you think I'm a rebel now C apt. Pie rce? "I d o n t k n o w what to think of you. You drew pl a ns o f our forts for H owe--" "To save my fat h e r 's l i fe, s ir ; but H owe never saw

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2 I 2 After Strife-Peace. the plans." The youth's eyes flashed. "Wait till you see me in battle!" "I will wait," sneered Benjamin, and he sent Tom off to report his story to higher authorities. When Frank came to relieve Benjamin he did not mention Tom's discovery. "The boy isn't half a rebel," he said to himself. "One of these days Washington will have to hang him. There's no getting round that. He pretends that he is with us, and in the next battle, if he ever allows him self to be drawn into one, he'll show the white feather. He is Tory at heart, and I shall never fully trust him." When the fog lifted the next morning and Admiral Howe, the general's brother, looked from the flagship and saw the last boat load of Americans land on the New York side, he could not credit the evidence of sight. Then the long roll sounded in the British camps, the redcoats sprang to arms, mounted couriers dashed hither and thither, but too late. The fox was out of the trap, the quarry had distanced the hounds, and Washington was safe in New York with his little army. The indignation of the British knew no bounds. They had been outgeneraled by the "audacious rebel." It was one of the most masterly retreats in military

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After Strife-Peace. :lIJ history, and how would Gen. Howe explain it to Parlia ment and the king? "Oh, well," he said, "I need not explain it at all. I've been beaten, after all, and the victory on Long I s land has been robbed of its results." It is here that we must bring our story to a close With the retreat of the Americans from Long Island came the subsequent evacuation of New York, and the great retreat across the Jerseys, which height ened the fame of Washington. The little army of patriots was making history in a manner that brought about the final triumph of liberty in North America, and at last, in the trenches of Yorktown, this same Cornwallis, who had pushed his scarlet lines a g ainst the Boys of Liberty on Long Island, was forced to admit that rebels could fight. But that is another story. Capt. Frank Lowry came in for his share of praise for bravery during the struggle for Long Island. He w as compliment e d personally b y Washington and Putn a m, who al s o remembered the Boys of Liberty and C apt. Pierce for their part in the battle and retreat. Mistress Priscilla, not long after her return home, re ceived a scented note fro m Mi s tress Teach, saying that, should the rebels achi eve th e ir indep e ndence, which she devoutly wished the y never would, her father and herself would go back to England with the king's

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After Strife-Peace. troops, for she would never live in a land which she felt might be ruled over by the "hated Washington." This threat was carried out to the letter in after years, for, after Yorktown, Tobias Teach and h i s daughter shook the dust from their garments, and on e fine day in November, when the British evacuated N e w York for the last time, they boarded Gen. Howe's ves sel and bade adieu to Long Island. Priscilla always had a warm place in her heart for the fair Tory who had befriended her by visiting her, despite her sentiments, and when she heard that Patience was about to embark she sent her a little keep sake, for which, in return, she received a beautiful necklace "from the vanquished to the victor," as Patience wrote on the paper that accompanied it. Ryddy, the dwarf, the strange youth of Long Island, eluded the Tories who hunted frequently for him, and at last died in his bed among the hills. The Night Owls were hunted down before the war closed and were almost exterminated by the vengeance of the patriots. Tobias Teach, who was the real head of this orga ni zation did not meet with the fate of his comrades, as noted above, for he died in his beloved Eng land, where the fair and haughty Patience wedded one of Gen. Ointon's officers. Tom Hapgood proved on more than one battlefield

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After Strife-Peace. that he was true blue, and even Capt. Pierce had to admit it. Of course, Frank Lowry and Capt. Marley never settled their little differences at the sword s point, for >, th e former remembered the words of Washington and n e ver again drew his blade but in the service of lib erty s holy cause. Having followed our young friends through the cam paign for the possession of Long Island, finding them :worthy to be known as the Boys of Liberty we lay aside the pen, hoping that the reader has been diverted and pleased for an hour or two by the narration of one chapter in the story of that great and glorious war, by which we achieved our independence and became what we are to-day-the greatest nation on the face of the globe, with the fairest banner that kisses the rays of the morning sun. THE END.

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HORATIO Al.GER, Jr. One of the best known and most popular Good, clean, healthy stories for the American Boy Adventures of a Telegraph Bo7 Dean Dunham Erie Train Bo:,-, The Five Hundred Dollar Oheok From Canal Boy to Pre11id11D$ From Farm Boy to Senator Backwoods Boy, The Mark Stanton Ned Newton New York Bo:, Tom Brace Tom Tracy Walter GriflUh Young AorobM C. B. ASHLEY. One of the best stories ever written on hunting, trapping .. J ailventure in the West, after the Custer Massacre Gilbert, the :Soy Trapper ANNIE ASHMORE. A splendid story, recording the adventures of a boy with smugglel'L Sm1l4ra:ler'11 CaYe, The CAPT. RALPH BONEDILL. Oapt. Bonehill is in the very front rank a.a an author of boys' stories. These are two of hia best works. Jie:ta, the Boy Conjurer Tour of the Zero Club WALTER F. BRUNS. An exoellent story of adventure in the celebrated Sunk r..da of :Miaeouri and Kansas. In the Bunk Landa FRANK H. CON'VERSE. This writer has established a splendid reputation aa a boys' author, and although his books usually oommand fl. 26 per volnme, we oiler the follpwing at a more popular price. Gold of Flat Top Mountain Happy-Go-Lucky Jack Heir to a :Million In Search of An Unknown Race In Southern Seaa Mystery of a Diamond That Treasure Voyage to the Gold eou, DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (ii)

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HARRY COLLINGWOOD. One of England's most succeBBful writers of stories for boys, Bia best story is Pirate Island GEORGE H. COOMER. Two books we highly reoommend. One is a splendid story of B.1.1 -venture at~ when American ship, were in every port in the wor!J, and the other tells of adventures while the first railway in the Ande11 Mountains was being built. Boys in the Forecastle, Old Man of the Mountain WILLI.&.M D.&.LTON. Three stories by one of the very greatest writers for boys. The stories deal with boys' adventures in India, China and AbyBBinia. These books are strongly reco=ended for boys' reading, as they con tain a large amount of historical information. Tiger Prince War Tiger White Elephant EDW .A.RD S. ELLIS. These books are considered the beat worn this well-known writer ever prod 1ced. No better reading for bright young .Americans. Arthur He 'muth Check No. 2134 From Tent to White Houae Perils of the Jungle On the Trail of Geronimo White GEORGE Dl~LE FENN. For the past fifty years Mr. Fenn has been writing books for boys and popular fiction. His books are justly popular throughout the English-epeaking world. We publish the following select list of hia boys' books, which we conaider the best he ever wrote. Commodore Junk Dingo Boys Wea.thercock Golden Macnet ~dOhaco ENSIGN CL.&.B.KE FITCH, U. 8. N. A graduate of the U. S. Naval .Academy at Annapolis, and tho Toughly familiar with all naval matters. Mr. Fitch has devoted him eelf to literature, and has written a series of books for boys that eTerf DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. Clil)

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young American should read. His stories are full of very interesting information about the navy, training ships, etc. Bound for Annapolia Clif, the Naval Cadet Cruise of the Training Bhip From Port to Port Btran,:e Cruise, A WILLIA.l'tl MUii.RA. Y GR.A. YDON. An author of world-wide popularity. Mr. Graydon is essentially a friend of young people, and we offer herewith ten of his beet works, wherein he relatet a great diversity of interesting adventures in various parts of the world, oombined with accurate historical dataBuMlher of Cawnpore, The In Barracks and Wiirwam Camp in the Bnow, The In :l'ort and Prison Oampai11,ning with Braddock Jun,:les and Traitors Cryptogram, The :Kaja.h's FortreH, The From Lake to Wildernes8 White King of Africa, The Lm11T. FREDERICK. GA.RR.ISON, 11. S. A.. Every American boy takes a keen interest in the affa.ira of West Point. No more capable writer on this popular subject oould be fonnd than Lieut. Garrison, who vividly dllllcribes the life, adTentures and unique incidents that have occurred in that great institution-in these famous West Point stories. 01f for West Point On Guard Cadet's Honor, A West Point Treasure, The West Point RiTala, The BEA.DON HILL. The hunt for ~old ha.s always been a popular subject for considera tion, and Mr. Hill has added a. splendid story on the subject in this romance of the Klondyke. Speotre Gold HENRY :&A.RB.ISON LEWIS. Mr. Lewis is a graduate of the Naval Academy at Annapolis, and has written a great many books for boys. Among his best works are the following titles-the aubjects include a vaat eeries of adventures in all parts of the world. The historical data is correct, and they should be read by all boyi, for the excellent information they contain. Centreboard J'im King of the Island Midshipman :Merrill Ensign Merrill Sword and Pen V&lley of Mystery, The Yankee BOY'S in Japan DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (iv)

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LIEUT. LIONEL LOUNSBERRY. A eerlee of boob embracing many adventures under onr famo ,oval command8l'II, and with our army during the War of 1812 and the Ohil War. Founded on aound hi.story, theee books are written for boys, with the id of combininc pleuure with profit ; to cutiva&e a fondneee for Btady-peaially of what haa been aooompliBhed b7 our army and navy. Cad.el Kit Carey Rand,-. the Pilot Captain Carey Tom Truxton' School Daya Xit Carer 'Protece Tom Truxton'a Ooean Trip Lieut. Carers Luck '1'reaaure of the Golden Crater Out With Commodore Deoatur Won at West Point BROOKS !IIcCOll.ltIICK. Four aplendiJ books of adTentare on 118& and land. by this well known writer for boys. Giant Ialander11, The How He Won Young Nobleman Rival Bat'6llona WALTER. lllOR.11.IS. 'This charming story contains thirty-two chapters of jaat the 10rt of achool life that charms the boy readen. Bob Porter at Lakeview .Aoadem,-STANLEY NOii.ii.IS. "'Mr. Norri.I is without a rival as a writer of "Circus Stories" fot l>oya. Tbeee four books are full of thrilling adv,~ but good. wholaome reading for young Americana. Phil, the Showman Youns Showman' Pluck, The YOWl&' Showman' Rival, The Tounc 8howman.'11 "l'riumph LIEUT. JAMES K. OIi.TON. When a boy has read one of Lieut. Orton's boob, it requires no urging to induce him to read the othen. Not a dull page in any of them. Beach Boy Joe Lut Cha.Doe Kine Beoret Chart. The Tom Havens with the Wbia Squacbon DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (v)

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JAltl'.E8 OTIS. Mr. Ow is known by nearly enry American boy, and needs no invoduet.ion here. The following oopyrights are among hie best : Chued Through l'ITorway lllland WaterwaT Unprovoked KutinJ' Wheeling for :l'ortwle Reuben GrHn' AdYenturea at Yale GILBEII.T PATTEN. Mr. Patten has had the diatlnction of having his boob adopted by the U. S. Government for all nanl libraries on board our war 1hit>L While aiming to avoid the extrangant and eenaational, the atones contain enough thrilling incidenta to please the lad who lovea action and adventure. In the Rocbpur 1tories the desoription of their Bue-hall and Football Gamee and other oonteetl with rival clubs and teams make very exciting and ablorbing reading ; and few boys with warm blood in their nins, hning onoe begun the pel'Ul81 of one of theae books, will willingly lay it down illl it is finiahed. BoJ' Boomers BoT Cattle X:ing BoJ' from 1.he Wot Don Jarke's Kine Jud and .roe Rook1pur liine, The Rockepur JlleYen, The Rookapur Rivala, The 8T. Gll)OII.GE KA.TIIBOII.NE. Mr. Rathbome' 1 atories for boys have the peculiar charm of dealing with localitiea and oondition1 wi t h which he is thoroughly familiar. The acenee of theee excellent storiea are along the Florida ooast and on the w .. tem prairie1. Oanoe and "9..:.. fire Paddling Under l'almeUoa Bival Oan~ BOJ"B Sunset Raneh Chuma of the Pn.iria Young Bana;e Biders Gulf O ruiaere Bhiftina; Winda A.R.TB'UR. SEWELL. An .American story by an American author. It relates how a Yankee boy overoeme many obatacles in school and out. Thoroughly interesting from start to finish. Gay Daahleia:h'a Aoadem:, D&J' DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (vi)

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C.A.PT. DAVID 801JTHWICK. An ez:eepuonally good story of frontier life &mong the Indi&m1 in the far WefJt, dorinr the early eettlement period. Jaoll: Wheeler The Famous Frank .Merriwell Stories. B1JKT L. STANDISH. No modem 11eriee of t&lea for boys and yootha has met with any thing like the cordial reoeptio11 and popularity aooorded to th Frank Merriwell Stories. There moat be a. reuon for this and there i s Frank Merriwell, as portrayed by the author, is a jolly whole-BOule d, honeet, courageous Amerioa.n lad. who appeals to the hearts of the boys. He has no bad habit,, and his manlineu inculcates the idea that it is not nece81&ry for a boy to indu~ in petty vioea to be a hero. Frank Merriwell' s example is a shining light for every ambitious lad to follow. Twenty volumes now ready : Frank Merriwell's School Days Frank Merriwell'a Chums Frank Merrhrell's Foes Frank llCerriwell' Trip West Frank Merri well Down l!louth Frank Kerriwell' Courage Frank Merriwell'a :J'rank Kerriwell' Skill Frank Kerriwell' Ohampione Frank Kerri well' Return to Yale Frank Merri well' Braver:, J'ranlt Kerri well' l!leore$ l!'rank Merriwell'a Races Frank ]l(erriwell' Loyalty J'rank Merri well' Hun Ung Tour J'rank Kerriwell' Bewlll'd :Prank Kerriwell' Bpona .A.ffeld Frank Kerriwell'a l!'ai~ Frank Merriwell a$ Ya.le 11'rank M:erriwell' Vio$0ries VICTOR 8T. CLA.Dl. Thbooks full of irood, clean a.dventure, thrilling enough to please the full-hlooded wia:e-awake boy, yet containing nothing to which there can be any objection from those who are careful as to the kind of books they put into the hands of the young. Cast Awa.:, in the Juncle l!'rom l!lwitoh to Lever Comrades Under Oastro Little Snap, the Poat Boy For Home and Honor Zf.aZaa, the Boy Conjurer Eip, the A.croba.t 111:A. TTHEW WHITE, .Jll Good, healthy, 1trong boob for the Amerioan lad. No more m teresting boon : or the young appear on our list& Adventures of a Yo,inc A.thlete lilrio Dane Guy Hammersley My MY11terioua Fortune Tour of a Private Car Young Editor, The DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (nl)

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ARTHlJR M. WINFIELD. One of the most popular authors of boys' books. Here are thlee of his belt. l[ark Dale' Stace Venture Youns Bank Clerk,, The Youns Bridge Tender, The GAVLE WINTER.TON. This very interesting story relates the trials and triumphs of a Young Americian Actor, including the solution of a very pualing mystery. Youns Actor, The ER.NEST A. YOVNG. This book is not a treatiae on sports, as the title would indicate, but relates a teries of thrilling adnntures among boy eampens in the woods of :Maine. Boats, Bats and Bi07olaa DAVID McKAY, Publiaher, Philadelphia. ('flii)

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