The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1894-07-28

passed the night when not abroad on
a housing expedition he discovered the
place to I've 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
ovcr to the neighbors OH an errand Of
inquiry.
From 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"
Il couldn't have held him back if 1
had tried all my might" was the re-
ply. "Why, 1 had done so half a dozen
times that day; but that tn lnting dog
with q red ribbon tied round his neck
tried to get up at Muffin, Mufin 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
ed a rise and looked acros the coun
try lie saw the flag which f1Oated over
Gen. Howe's headquarters.
II wonder if they could have cap
tured Muttin" 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 run
ming cross the field ut the foot of the
knoll 4 ragged boy, hatless and some
what excited.
Davy knew him as he came Ieearer,
by his Shock of red hair, and as he as
ccn:'cd the hill the owner of Muffin
asked what had happened
Il knew they would try to get him
for whipping the colonel's dog" ex-
clii1lcd the boy.
"What do YOU mean, Tommy? Have
they captured Mulfin?"
That's what they have" was the
reply. II saw two of 'em ride past our
house last night and mi 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.
Coward Northumberland General
Howc's headquarters, for there's where
the regiment stopped"
Davy turned and looked again at the
flag which floated 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
60 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 il. 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. "Nhy, that dog wasn't
anywhere when Muffin got his spunk
up. 1t made the soldiers laugh, too,
and they seemed to enjoy 1t as much
as I did. But since they have cap
tured Muffin it is u duty to look at
ter him. We shall demand the prison.
er's release"
DO you think the mad officer will
pay the slightest attention to you,
Davyw
"We will see," was the reply. If
you don't care to go with me to the
camp 1 shall go alone"
There was q great deal of fearless