Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1912-12-13

! never OHcS SlducSu up, anu as we
passed beyond the radius of light,
laid my hand upon the name of Nor
gan's horse.
is it true that Charles Lee thinks
we should let Clinton go without fight
ing?" l asked soberly. "That was ru
mored at the ferry
""Tis enough" he answered. his
eyes upon the dark column of plod.
ding men. And he seems to have
others with him. / know not what has
put the coward into the fellows of
late. Saint Andrew the odds are no
greater than we have met before. But
therell be no fighting, lad, l fear, I'M
less Washington takes the bit in his
teeth and ordersAt I'm glad the boys
cheered him; 'tFill give the man new
heart"
You favor I'll e Joining of iss1e?"
Why not? We're we ever in better
fettle? A retrdating army is always
half whipped, and we can choose our
ground. Why. lad. tbs reported Clin-
tons line stretches out full twelve
miles, with train of baggage wagons
and battery horses, and camp follow
ers enough for division Twill be
easy work attending to them, and most
OF his troops are Dutch and Tories. 4"
BY daylight we came up with the
New Jersey militia, lying at rest along
the bank of the Milestone river, wait
ing their turn to ford that stream, and
join Maxwell on the opposite shore.
From where / stood | could see the
thin lines Of Continentals spreading
out like fan. as the skirmishers ad.
vanced up the opposite bluffs. Down
the trampled bank, men were strug
CLING with a light battery, and sudden
| ly in the press of figures came upon
Farrell. He was mud from head to
loot, his face streaked with it, but he
looked up with beaming eyes as 1
spoke his name, and our hands
clasped
1 thought you would be over there
with Maxwell" he said, pointing
across at the black dots, now clearly
distinguishable in the glow of sun
shine
i was left behind, and came up Just
now with Morgan" | replied. But
am anxious enough to be with my own
fellows What means that skirmish
line, Farrell? Are we already in touch
with Clinton?"
He swept the hair out of his eyes
with his great fist.
No one knows exactly, but the Brit
ish are not far off, and are headed this
way. A scout came through with the
news two hours ago-Clinton has TAX
en- the road to Monmouth" He
chuckled grimly, glancing at my face.
And who think We the lad was who
told us?"
"Who?" my throat tightening.
The same you was so anxious about
few days back"
Mortimer! Eric Mortimer"
Aye. unless my eyes fail me al
ready, 1t was the boy"
You are sure? You saw him ~
We'll, had a glimpse, as he came
up the bank here from the ford, his
horse dripping. 1t was da-k stiIl, and
he only stopped to ask the road.
knew the voice, and the form-the lad
is as slender as a girl--then he went
by me, digging his horse with the
spurs and lying close. He had a ORA
goon's cape Tapping from his shout
ders. but twas the boy all right. All!
there go the guns up the bank Now.
perhaps. they'll let me take my fight
| ing dogs across"
The way was open for me, at least,
and ! swung up into the saddle, and
drove my horse down the slippery
shore into the water. The stream
was not deep. although the current
flowed swiftly, and a moment later |
had found Maxwell.
Yes" he said to my first question
I'VE are going to 6ght. although IT
may not be anything more serious
than skirmishing today. Washington
has decided In spite of Lee. thank
God, and Wen have a so at the Red
coats Lafayette commands the ad
vance. and Wayne win be up within
few hours We are to skirmish for
ward toward Monmouth Court House
Clinton has turned that way"
You learned that from a scout?"
Yes; he just came through; one o
| Charles Lees men, l understood
blue-eyed, rosy-cheeked boy. who sal
: mis- name was Mortimer He had rio
: den from Cookstown, and was reelin
in the saddle. but would go on. You
;. men are over there. major, beyond IN
I eiump of timber In my judgmen
l. w"n accomplish little TO-DAY, 70
: there is heavy storm in those cloud
e yonder"
d How many men will we have whe
E. Ncyns comes upG"