The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1894-10-13

passed the night when not abroad on
q housing expedition he discovered the
place to he vacant.
In vain did he search the entire
house. No members of the family had
seen the cat since shutdown, and almost
beside himself with fear, Davy ran
over to the neighbors on IN GRAND Of
inquiry. .
.:Trom the way Muffin served the
coloncl's dog l shouldn't be surprised
IL they've got even," said a boy. You
know, Davy, that Muffin lost his head
that time"
II couldn't have held him back if I
had tried all my might" was the re-
ply. "Why, 1 had done so half a dozen
times that day; but that ia lnting dog
with q red ribbon tied round his neck
tried to get up at Muffin, Mufhn was
just bound to get down to him."
Davy searched the entire neighbor-
hood, but could get no news Of the
lost tabby.
Far off toward the British camp he
heard the drums, and when he mount
cd a rise and looked across the coun-
try he saw the flag which floated over
Gen. Howe's headquarters.
Il wonder if they could have cap
tured Muffin" thought the boy, while
he gazed with the waters of the sound
lying to his left in the sun.
Just at this %juncture there came rum
ming across the field at the foot Of the
knoll Il ragged boy, hatless and ONE
what excited.
Davy knew him as he came nearer,
by his shock of red hair, and as he as
cer:!ed the hill the owner of Muffin
asked what had happened.
IL knew they would try to get him
for whipping the c%olonel's dog" ex-
clai.ncd the boy.
What do YOU mean, Tommy? Have
they captured Muliin?"
That's what they have" was the
reply. II saw two Of EN- ride past our
house last night and one was carrying
a big cat in front of him on the saddle,
and it must have been Muffin from
the way he was yowling and trying to
get loose"
For Il moment the heart Of Davy
Blake sank within him.
Muffin in the hands of the enemy.
1t was what he had dreaded, but he
had hoped against hope that it would
turn out different; and the words Of
Tommy Jackson filled him with great
alarm.
(Which way were they going?" Tom
my?' he inquired.
Toward Northumberland General
Howc's headquarters, for there's where
the regiment stopped"
Davy turned and looked again at the
flag which foated in the sun with the
cross Of st. George, almost visible de-
spite the distance.
Lets go and get Muffin back" sud-
denly said the boy.
"What dc you mean-that you will
go down to the Britishers and ask for
your big cat. do you?
"Why not? Muffin belongs to me and
they have no right to kill him."
But don't you know how he clawed
the colonel's dog the other day"
II ought to know ii. for I saw it all,
Tommy. I wish you could have seen
it." and Davy's eyes fairly danced
when he recalled the thorough whip
ping which the canine had received at
Mullins claws. "VNhy, that dog wasn't
anywhere when Muffin got his spunk
up. 1t made the soldiers laugh, too,
and they seemed to enjoy it as much
as I did. But since they have cap
tured Muffin it is u duty to lo9k at
ter him. We shall demand the prison.
er's release"
do you think the mad officer will
pay the slightest attention to you,
Davy?"
1--WE will see," was the reply. IF
you don't care to go with me to the
camp I shall so alone"
There was q great deal Of fearless