Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1899-09-07

SAY, all Is chance!" broke in Ames; "and
'twere better to take the chance than to be
run to earth like a tired fox, as is like to
happen in biding here. What, then, would
come to you, Peter? Like enough you would
help weight third string, and we all nang
together"
''When does the tide ebb tonight" l
asked.
"Near eleven, or at about the setting of
the moon," Burt answered. Then after a
moment he continued: 'Well, God be with
you, gentlemen! will do my part. Like
the refuge in the barn, made the boat and
hid it while yet Washington held the city.
clearly foresaw the outcome of his col
lision with Clinton, and little doubted the
ultimate use of both barn and boat. Either
is at your service"
With the opening of possible escape before
me, and one demanding immediate action,
my spirits went aloft in the measure of
their former depression. Nor did I fear
their reaction, as enough uncertainty lay
before to keep mans eyes and wits awake,
and that, too, without the aid of liquor.
Even after the decision to trust to the boat
was made, my mind misgave me. Was it
better to drag this girl into the danger of an
attempt to fly through q plan which might
be nipped in the bud and end by our run
ming at once into the hands of the enemy. or
lie in suffocating box with the doubtful
chance of being overlooked? Even if safer,
the latter would become more than awkward
if necessity demanded protracted conceal
ment, and if discovery ensued it would but
serve to damn our generous benefactor. Be-
sides, to tell the truth, had no wish to be
found like scared rabbit in hole. A
mans pride hangs on nigh as long as his
breath, if he be properly balanced, and l
had made reputation of which, to say the
least, was not ashamed. Nay, ! would
make bold and novel move, and, if it must
so come, end my life like man with his
liver of the proper color.
This much settled, and in less time than
it has taken to write it, I thought and spoke
no more of the barn room, but turned with
the rest to making ready. Beyond the boat,
the bundle of provisions, an extra brace of
pistols, and rapier, we mulcted our host
of nothing. In an hour the boat, which was
no more than 1lat-bottomed scow squared
at the ends, was brought from it's hiding
place. It was fitted with the toughest Of
oars and but one thwart, and was damp
affair altogether, its concealment having
been made through covering it with boards
on which had been piled mass of wet salt
weed. It proved tight, though terribly
heavy, but as worked completed the de-
tails of the start, and had determined that
the use of oars would but menace our safe
ty, so that speed, or lack of it, would be a
quality cutting no figure. We would but
drift and steer.
After cleaning it, there was little else to
do but load the boat, getting the arms snug
ly bestowed, and then wait for the Stacking
Of the flood tide. 1t was tedious and impa-
tient waiting, for feared me that the wind
might rise and wreck the fog. If this should
happen before dawn our prospects would be
wrecked with it, and then-and then
But l am not prone to borrow trouble,
though it was with half relief and half re-
greet that toward midnight I finally heard
the smashing of the ebb as it eddied along
the rocks, and knew the time to start had
come. The full realization of the risk came
upon me as stood with painter in hand CIV
ing my last farewell to Burt. God keep
you safe" he said. IF find the schooner
gone tomorrow, and hear not of your cap
ture by Thursday, l will thank Him as never
before" The next minute the three of us
were out on the Sound river and the black
land was hidden by the fog that closed
around US.
at once sculled out into the stream until
l struck the free current, and then sat my