Perth Amboy evening news., 1912-04-23

I was through the intervening door
with a bound and an instant later had
burrowed under the crumpled papers.
The shifting of the sun had left this
orner Of tho repair shop in shadow,
but | was scarcely outstretched Ia my
hastily improvissd hiding place. when
| heard the blacksmith calmly open
bis outer door, whore he stood anok-
ing. clad in leathsrn apron. awairps
tho approaching hofssmen. Nsy
swept about the eornsr Of the smithy
almost at the same moment putin
up their tired horses At sight q him
From amid the thud OF boots, AnA the
rattle OF accoutrements, \ voice SPOKE
sharply:
80 you're here, Farrell. you old
rsbsl hypocrits. Well. what are YOU
hiding now7"
Il was no aware that l had any.
thing to hide, Captain Grant" was the
dignifed response. This is my shop,
an where should BE-"
"Oh, hell We all know you we'll
enough, you old fox. and we'll catch
you r~ed-handed yet. and hang you
But we're not hunting after your kind
today. Did you see anything OF = f~-
low in ssrlet Jacket along here last
night, or this morning."
| failed to catch Farrell's answer,
but the voice Of the ofacer Was suf-
Hciently loud to reach me.
"A rebel spy the Sneakinx rascal
must have swsm the Delaware. We'll
look about your shop Just the SAINT
before We ride on. Mason. take q half
dozen men with you. and rake the
place over"
the floor, and hurrowsd lower In nay
boz. Two or three entered the old
shop, and began to probe about among
the debris. One kicked the box In
which I lay, and thrust 4 bRyonet
down through the loose papers, barely
missing my shoulder. With teeth
olinched I remained breathless, but
the fellow seemed satisfied, and moved
on, after searching the dark corner
beyond. At last I heard them all 10
out, mumblins to each other, and o
tured to sit up again. and draw a fresh
breath. They had left the door ajar,
and l had a glimpse through tho crack.
Farrell was leaning ~carelessly In the
outer doorway, smoking, his short legs
wide apart, his expression one Of total
Indifference. A big fellow stepped
past him, and saluted some one Just
out Of sight.
Nobody in there, SIR" he reported
"kll right, Mason" and Grant came
into view on q rangy sorrel. "Gs>
your men back into saddle; wen
move on"
Think he went this way?" asked
the blacksmith carelessly.
How the hell do l know" savage
ly. He must have started this way,
but likely he took tho north road.
Well get the chap before night, unless
he u Il into Delavan's fellows out
yonder. See here. Farrell" holding In
his horse, well be back here about
dark, and will want something TO eat"
You will be welcome to all you
find"
You impudent rebel. you see that
you are here when we come. l know
you, you night rider, and will bring
you to book yet. Forward men-trot!
Close up the rank there, sergeant;
We'll take the road to the left"
l watched them go past, the dust
covered green uniforms slipping by
the crack Of the door, as the men
urged their horses faster. Farrell
never moved, the blue tobacco smoke
curling above his head, and I stole
across the Uttered storaroom to a cob
webbed window. from which l could
watch the little column Of riders &c
down the hill. They finally disap
peared in the edge OF a grove, and
turned around to find the blacksmith
leaning against his anvil waiting FOL
me.
Genial young fellow, Grant" h,
said. Always promising to hang me
but quite ready to tackle thu
Job. Afraid I shall have to disappoin'
him again tonight"
you will not wait for him.
Hardly. You heard what he sal.
about Delavan? That was the yer,
news l wanted to learn. Now thinl
both those lads will meet me mucl
sooner than they expect"
He stepped forward Into the opel
doorway, and blew three shrill blast
on a silver whistle. The echo ha,
scarcely died away. when, out fron
q thick clump OF trees perhaps halt
mile distant, \ horse shot forth, rae
Ing toward US. A the reckless ride
drew up suddenly. l saw him to be
ba~refooted. freckle-faced boy Of per
haps sixteen, his eyes bright with 81
element.
80 It's you on duty, Ben" said Fal
rell quietly, glancing from the boy t
his horse. We'll, you're in for a rid,
Have the men at Lone Tree by Sui
down; ali Of them. See Duval fire
an tell him for me this is a big thing
Now of with you'll"
The boy, grinning happily, swun
his horse around, and. jabbing his side
with bare heels. rode madly away d
rectly south across the vacant Liant
Within Ave minutes he had vanishe
down n sharp incline Farrell was sti