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river. It had resisted all the force 0

S0c SuuueTS.
"If we take that redoubt," said Wash
tngton to Knox on the afternoon of the
fifth day of the bombardment, Corn
wallis must surrender"
Colonel Armand, with a handful Of
his troopers, reconnoitered that after
noon on the right, came near the river
and in advance Of the foremost Ameri-
| can battery. From the redoubts far
to the left came scattering whistle Of
grape and now and then the grinding
beleh of carronade. The air was full
Of the heavy, pungent smell of burned
powder and the reeking scent of fresh
turned earth.
His gaze had sought the wide river
for a moment and turned up the
stream with look that was fixed and
far away.
"a prisoner, coming from the town,
captured Ynder the river bank, SIR"
The voice recalled him. Bring him
here"
The man brought before him looked
with start, then smiled with CLEAN
Of mockery on his ruddy lips. Ar
mand's face was immovable.
"Still the same, colonel" the new
conner Haunted, with glance at the
others uniform. "Still Captain Jarrat.
My Philadelphia wound, as you see,
proved not so bad. am on my way
now out Of the precious rat trap yon-
der. have small liking for these pc
culiar delays. Suppose you scribble
me pass through the lines"
Sergeant" said Armand, "take this
man to the trench and give him ten
minutes to go back to his own re-
doubts"
A sWarthy red came to Jarrats face.
II would speak with you alone mo-
ment. have communication to
make"
At Armand's nod the others fell back.
"What is your communication" he
asked sternly.
"You have covered your past very
well, but know you. Do you remem-
Der that day at the congress? Well, I
am not dumb. Now, will you let me
go?"
For answer Armand recalled his SER
geant. "Give this man ten lashes" he
commanded, "before you start him
from the trench"
Jarrat leaped back, snarling like
fox ut bay. "You would dareY"
aye" said Armand slowly. zone
for each stroke you gave the bondwom-
an at GLADDEN. Hail."
The prisoner multiplied imprecations
as they prepared his punishment, but
took the blows in stony silence. Then
he walked to the trench, tied a kerr
chief about his arm and, shaking his
fist with last livid curse at his cap
tor, fled toward the Notifications.
That evening General Moses Hazen
sat in his tent, the headquarters near
est the firing line on the right rear Of
the investing trenches. reading a close
ly written note. The handwriting,
though unfamiliar to him, was that
Of Captain Jarrat. AS he read and
reread 1t, lines of perplexity came into
his strong Canadian face.
"How was this BROUGHT" he asked
his orderly.
"With dispatch flag from the east
ern redoubtt sir" was the answer.
He was still perusing 1t when the or
derby entered the tent to announce Colo
mel Armand. The general swore softly,
crumpled the letter In his hand, hesitat-
ed, then nodded assent. His eyes We're
sharp gray, inset, and they fixed them
selves intently on the officer as he en-
| tered.
II am informed, General Hazen,"
said Armand, saluting, ''that you have
in charge the makeup Of column
which will storm the enemy's tenth re-
doubt tonight"
EYES,"
~ wish to volunteer"
The generals keen eyes looked into
Armand's steady ones. Then he rum
pied his wig in thought.
II accept your services" he said at
length. Colonel Alexander Hamilton
will be in command. You will report
to him at the right of the first parallel
at dusk"
As the other passed out the general
smoothed open the letter again. "And
yet" he said slowly to himself, 'sBene-
dict Arnold was also brave man."
At dusk In the muck-black trenches
| lay 400 men, compact wide eyed, wait
Ing the signal for storming. The earth
silence was profound, and through it
their breathing swelled like ghostly
tide. The hanging sky formed whit
ish arch under which all movements
seemed at q distance vague and form
less. A scattering rain was dropping,
and ftful jags of lightning knitted the
low clouds. From the rear an occa-
sional mortar was groaning, and from
time to time fiery rocket trail passed
with raucous shrieking oyerhead-a
shot from the British batteries
Nearest the open lay little group Of
twenty. It was the forlorn hope, vol
unteers all. who were to lead the COL
umn. One Of these was Colonel Ar
mand.
| At the signal the twenty rose as one
man and hurled forward on a run. A
hundred PAGES and challenge rang
out; then the parapets opened in spurt-
ing gusts Of death.
The handful stayed for no sappers,
but scaled the abatis. leaped the ditch
and rushed upon the works with their
spontoons. Above them, as they climb
ed, We're hammering oaths, stabbing
steel and leaning, thrusting forms.
The first point blank discharge had
gone to waste. and Armand, dragging
a grenadier headlong down by the
shoulders, leaped the wall and cleared
a space between two guns with his
| saber. q SPACE filed a moment inter nv