Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-06-15

the river and then I wouldn t be more
than fifteen minutes in rowing to the viii
lage.
The only trouble would be the South
bridge. Ii the Britishers Wsre there they d
surely never let me row under their very
noses with key of gunpowder. 1 must
| think of some way to hide il. -
81 could put the keg in the chest they
might think it was clothes or something,
and 1 can tie it up with stout cord
and
No time for further words. 1t is half
| past seven now and Dolly fears to delay
| longer, so with great care she places the
keg in the chest and packs straw about it
to keep it steady.
It is fortunate that the river is near the
house for two stone Is no light weight for
q thirteen-year- old girl to carry. Dolly g
sturdy arms ache and the short curls on
her forehead are moist with her eXertions
by the time she gets the big tsz safely in
the bottom of the boat. u
Tabitha ourls herself up b ie it but
Dolly is not yet satisfied.
1t is a suspicious looking ofEgo
Once more she looks reflect >ely about
her.
Spring is fully month in Nance this
year. The grass is green and IN cherry
trees are white with fragrant NsAssoms.
'fThis is not very thriftE&hing to
do" looking ruefully at tf cherry
trees. So
al shall have to heap blossAks over
the box. If the red-coats d[SB know
much about country people, Serhaps
they II not think it strange should
make way with so many good cAHRries. -
Breaking off large branches slEPthrows
them in careless heap over thSKoox.
''There, Tabby, - she sSAs with
much satisfaction. sit does HI Try well
as long as you and are the onw ones in
the boat. -
She pushes out into the stream and
rows steadily for several minutes. Then,
as she turns the bend in the river, she
suddenly rests on her oars, her heart
beating wildly, for there on Ghe very
bridge under which she must pass, she
sees the glittering bayonets and the
scarlet coats of a group of English SOL
diers.
Dolly hesitates only moment, then
she continues the course aud is nearly
under the bridge when a peremptory
voice arrests her.
"Stop my lass, we must have your
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down the river to Mr.. Rice s. -
I'm not lend my boat for any such
purpose, she answers back stoutly,
continuing to row.
'Mr. Rice is Tory, - she adds as the
boat glides swiftly under the bridge.
But as it energies from the other side
its progress is checked. A red coat
leaning over the low railing has thrust
his bayonet into the stern and the boat
comes to q sudden standstill.
Dolly raises her pretty, flushed face
to those above her, and with flashing
eyes cries angrily: "'Let go my boat az
once; what right have you to hinder me
like this?''
ga little rebel, 1 see.' says the
offender, with loud laugh. "Never-
theless, we must have your boat for Capt.
Chandos, and that at once
Dolly's heart is beating wildly for the
safety of her gunpowder, and Capt.
Chandof, seeing the troubled look in her
blue eyes, fancies she is frightened, and
comes hastily forward.
"Mr. pretty lass" he says, with a
reassuring smile, "'you have no cause to
fear. 1 merely wish to get to Mr.. Rice's
as soon as possible. I'n only need your
boat for a half hour. -
Dolly has been turning matters over
swiftly in her mind and she now an