Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-04-19


 her faithful admirer Greg
 The Firefy was captured on Sat urday at noon. and 1t was not till dawn was breaking on Sunday that Greg was called on to act as pilot, when the brigantine was rounding Sel- sea Bill. Capt. Fournier. pistol in hand, stood close to Greg, alert for the first sign of treachery.
 But. if anything, the young man seemed to err on the side of intense caution in the interests of his new em- ployers. Though the rate of progress was slow Fournier did not grumble, seeing that if the wind held from the same quarter it would serve the more important purpose of taking him quickly out again.
 And so, creeping on between the golden corn fields, the brigantine emerged from the narrow gut of the winding creek into the broader waters of its termination at the village, just as the bells of Bosham church ceased ringing for morning service.
 The captain gave the necessary or ders, and at once set about making his dispositions for landing his entire force, except sufficient guard for the | prisoners.
 Though the landing entailed sev- eral Journeys in the Firefy's boats, it was rapidly effected, and with Four | nier at its head started for the Manor house under Greg's guidance. Only 100 yards of marshy pasture-land lay between the creek and the moat, but the young sailor led the Frenchmen long slant up the meadows and back again before finally approaching their goal The captain looked at him once or twice suspiciously.
 What is the meaning of this? Why not advance direct?" he asked, tap ping his pistol You know what to expect if you play me false.' You don't want your men stuck in the mud?" replied Greg, and he point ed 0nvincingly to a quagmire they were passing
 After half an hours wandering to and fro in the meadows he led the party up to the bridge over the moat, and they entered the grounds of the Manor house from the rear As they filed round to the front group of men who were sitting under a tree on the lawn started up on seeing the familiar uniform, and came running forward. A minute later Capt. Four nier had embraced his brother, and explained the situation.
 The prisoners of war were in an ec. stacy of delight at the prospects of. as one of them facetiously put it., being "brutally dragged from their parole but on the captain proposing an immediate return to the boats. Camille waved his hand gaily in dep recation.
 Wait brief time. my brother" he laughed. The little god Cupid de- mands it, and we are quite safe from opposition here. There are not 20 able-bodied Britons in the place. Most of them are in church, and they are all unarmed."
 My dear Camille" said the cap tain, there are plenty of bright eyes in France to console you, and If we daily too long we may have to slit the throats of some of the villagers before we get away"
 What matter, so long as gain my purpose?" retorted the lieutenant. brutally. No; take the others and sail away, if you please. As for me. nothing will move me unless take the fair Mile. Dempster."
 Capt. Fournier bit his lip, but gave in. At most 1t must mean waiting till the close of service. which could not be long deferred. and in the seclu- sion of the Manor house grounds the presence of the landing-party would in the meantime remain undetected.
 But when the minutes grew into an a half, yet no signal was given by the man posted in the shrubbery to watch the church door. the captain began to fume and stamp with rage. Finally Greg, who had been casting furtive glances in the direction of the Fire fly, plucked the captains sleeve.
 Captain. see there." he cried, and leading him to the churchyard wall. he pointed mockingly at the Firefiy. The brigantine lay high and dry on the mud at her anchorage, and would not float again for ten hours at least.
 For a moment the brave lads life trembled in the balance. Then with a muttered oath the captain put up the pistol he had drawn. He saw that there was no hope for himself and his men to get away to sea before an overwhelming force would be upon them. and to commit any sort of out. rage would only aggravate the treat ment he would receive.
 There was nothing for 1t but to quietly await the arrival of English soldiers. and then lay down his arms. He had been outwitted by the local knowledge of . sailor. who had de- pended on the fact that the water goes right away from Bosham at low tide. leaving the bed of the creek a vast expanse of oily pools and slime. So after all that was the kind of traitor Greg was. His chief reward lay In the removal of all the French pris- eners-new as well as old-to safer quarters. as he had hoped from the