Perth Amboy evening news., 1912-05-25

Copyright, A. G Aeciurg & %. ISL.

Twelve. altogether" l replied final
ly. "They-they were too many for
u.s."
Three to one, or more, l should
judge. We got here just in time"
l was up now, looking into their
faces. slowly grasping the situation.
Yes" l said, feeling the necessity
of knowing. How did it happen 4?
What brought you? Washington-"
All natural enough. Clinton got
away night before last with What was
left of his army. Left fires burning
and made a forced march to the sbips
at Sandy Hook. Left everything 10
save his troops. Washington, really
ing the uselessness Of holding them
longer, SEN most of his militia home
About six miles out there on the pike
road a half-crazy preacher named
jerks came up with US. He was too
badly frightened to tell a STRAIGHT
story, but we got out Of him that there
was a fight on here, and came over as
fast as our horses would trayell" His
eyes swept the hall, Five minutes
later would have been TOO late"
But Farrell, the girl! DO you
know anything about the girl?"
What girl? Do you mean Claire
Mortimer? Is she here?"
Yes, her father Is lying helplessly
wounded up stairs, and she must be
with him. Eric is somewhere in the
hall, either dead or wounded. ! saw
him fall just as We retreated to the
stairs"
Farrell leaned over and called to
some one below.
mot yet, sir" was the answer.
"Well, hunt for him. Now, Wen go
up and find Claire. Major, can you
climb the rest OF the stairs? Help him,
DuYal."
l experienced no great difficulty, my
strength coming back rapidly. There
was q wounded Dragon leaning
against the wall, and halfway down
the hall lay another body, face down.
Without doubt this was the guard Fa-
gin had statione1 there. Duval paused
TO help the wounded man, but Farrell
and | moved on across the dead guard
to the open door beyond. Colonel
Mortimer. unable to move, was
propped up IN his pillow, one hand
grasping Il pistol. With shaking arm
he levelled 1t at US.
Who are you? Quick, nowl" he
quavered. I've shot one, and In good
for more"
You know mo, Colonel" and Far
rell stepped inside. Il am Bull Far
rell; this is Major Lawrence" He
looked at is with dull eyes. his hand
falling weakly.
"Farre'l-Farrell-surely, the black,
smith. What Lawrence? The-the Of
icer Claire knows?"
Yes; he's a rough-looking object ]
admit, but there has been a fight
down below, sill, in which he had a
share. We've just cleaned out Red Fa,
gins gang. We came up here to tell
the good news to you and your daugh,
ter"
The Colonies head sank back upon
the mussed pillow.
My MISUNDERSTANDING is moi
here"
Not here!" l cried, aroused by the
admission. Did she not return tc
you?"
No; they came for her to go down
stairs-a tall man with a black beard
and two others. They took her away
an hour ago, and | have seen nothing
Of her since. heard the shots, the
sound Of fierce fighting, but could moi
move from the bed. Tell me, Major
what has become of my little girl?"
Il do not know" l confessed, gaz
ing about in bewilderment. She came
up the stairs. | am sure. 1t was JUS
as the fight began, and ! had scarce
ly a moment to observe anything be
fore we were at 1t fercely. She shot
Fagin down, and then ran"
Shot Fagin! C~laire!"
yes; she was justified. Had she
not acted so quickly l would have
done 80 myself. He was forcing hel
into marriage"
Into marriage! With whom?"
Captain Grant" | answered pas
SAChoINAts IL no u dcllDeIdle DlOI
although he pretended to be innocent
and a helpless prisoner. Later tht
man fought with the outlaws againsr
us; after Jones was killed he even as
sumed command"
He has been hand and glove will
those fellows from the first, Colonel
chimed in Farrell h~oarsely. 'Tvt
known 1t. and told Lawrence so {
month ago, only hope he was killed
down below. But what can have be
come Of Claire?"
She eve passed along here" in
sisted Mortimer. for | haven't taker
my eyes from that door"
Then she is hiding somewhere il
those front rooms. Come on, Law
renee, and we'll search them"
We went out hurriedly. leaving tht
wounded man lying helplessly on tn,
bed. and stepped carelessly across the
dead sentinel lying in the hallway
The memory OF Peter required to me
He was not the kind to desert his mis-