The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-06-02

pldyeQ meIT4 OlChSs HA yet rove her
"a though she we're Eay own daughter.
An she's good girl In spite Of all
the nSschtef ia her"
And che is truly q loyaiitr'
III not. I frow no better. The rebel
blood is all Ia the boy 30 far as can
is1rn. yet i viii not answer for what
Mistress Claire might do"
We fell Silent, ny memory with the
girl, endeayoring to recall her exact
words, the expression Of hsr face. II
was Not in my heart to bef;sve she had
deceived me.
had almost forgotten where I was,
as well as the presence Of my com.
panion, when he suddenly arose to his
feet, and, pushing aside the wooden
window shutter, looked out A glance
Of his keen eyes was sufficient.
Get back into your box, Major" he
exclaimed quickly. Pull the papers
over you"
was upon my feet, conscious of the
distant sound Of horses hoofs.
What is It? The eremyf"
Rangers; fifty Of them, Judge, an
they'll never pass here without rum.
maging around. Quick now, uEder GOV.
err"
But what about yourseIf?'
Don't worry about me; those Eel
lows haven't any evidence against me
yet They're after you"
was through the intervening door
with q bound and an instant later had
burrowed under the crumpled papers.
The shifting Of the sun had left this
corner Of the repair shop In shadow,
but was scarcely outstretched in my
hastily improvtsed hiding place, when
heard the blacksmith calmly open
his outer door, where he stood smok
ing, clad in leathsrn apron. awaiting
the approaching horsemen. They
swept about the corner OF the smithy
almost at the same moment, pulling
up their tired horses at sight of him
From amid the thud of hoofs, and the
rattle of accoutremsnts, a voice spoke
sharply:
$50 you're here. Farrell, you old
rebel hypocrite. Well, what are you
hiding now?"
Ii 'T was not aware that had amp
thing to hide, Captain Grant," was the
dignifed response. This is my shop
an where should be-"
"Oh, he'll We all know you well
| enough, you old fox, and wen catch
you red-handed yet, and hang you
But we're not hunting after your kind
today. Did you see anything Of fel
low in sarlet jacket along here last
night, or this morning?"
I failed to catch FarreIPs answer
but the voice OF the officer was suf'
| fciently loud to reach me.
"A rebel spy; the sneaking rascal
| must have swan the Delaware. Well
look about your shop just the same
before we ride on. MRson, take half
dozen men with you. and rake the
| place over"
I heard the sound Of their boots On
the floor, and burrowed lower IN my
box. Two or three entered the old
shop, and began to probe about among
the debris. One kicked tho box In
which lay, and thrust O bayonet
down through the loose papers, barely
missing my shoulder. With teeth
clinched l remained breathless, but
the fellow seemed satisfied. and moved
on, after searching the dark corner
beyond At last 7 heard them all 60
out, mumbling to each other, and ven
sured to sit up again, and draw a fresh
breath. They had left the door ajar,
and 1 had glimpse through the 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
~An right, Mason" and Grant came
into view on q rangy sorreL Get
POUR msn back into saddle; wen
move on"
Think he went this way7" asked
The blacksmith carelessly.
"How the he'll do I know!" savage
". "He must have started this way,
but likely he took the north road.
Wen get the chap before night, unless
be runs into Delavan's fellows Out
yonder See here, Farrell" holding in
his horse, we'll be back here about
dark, and win want something to eat.
You win be welcome to al you
End"
you impudent rebel, you ZEE that
ron are here when We come. know
Fou. you night rider, and vil bring
ycu to book yet Forward meD-troti
Close up the rank there, sergeaati
EeTl take the road to the left"
watched them 80 past the dust
covered green uniforms slipping b.
the crack of the door, as the mel
urged their horses faster. Farrell
never moved. the blue tobacco smok'
curling abovs his head, and stolt
across the Uttered storeroom to cob
webbed window, from which ooult
watch the little column Of riders x
down tie hill. They finally dtsap
peared in the edge Of a grove. and
turned around to find the blacksmith
leaning against his anvil waiting fol
me.
| Genial yeung fellow, GrAn4." b,
Esid. Always promising to hang me