The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1913-01-09

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never once glanced up, and, as We
passed beyond the radius OF light, /
laid my hand upon the name OF Nor.
gans horse.
rs It true that Charles Lee thinks
We should let Clinton go without fight.
ing? ! asked soborly. That was ru-
mored At the ferry"
" It's enough" he answered. his
eyes upon the dark column OF plad.
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 nc
greater than We have met before. But
thorcIl be no fighting, lad, fear, un
| less Washington takes the bit I'm hir
teeth and orders g. I'm glad the hoys
chocrcd him; twill give the man new
! heart"
lou favor the Joining Of issuo?"
why not? We're We ever in better
tettlc? A rctrcatIng army is alwnys
half whipped and we can choose our
ground Why, lad, It's reported Cll2-
tons line stretches out fun twelve
miles, with train Of baggage wagons
and battery horses, and camp foloc.
ers enough for a division Twill he
easy work attending to them, and most
OF his troops are Dutch and Tories I"
by daylight We came up with tive
New Jersey militia. lying at rest alol.g
the bank Of the Milestone river wait
| Ing their turn to ford that stream. ard
Join Maxwell on the opposite shore.
from where ! stood could see tie
thin lines Of Contncntuls spreading
out Ike fan. as the skirmishers nd
yanced up the opposite bluffs. Down
the tramplcd bank, men were strug.
Cling with light battery, and sudden.
! ~ In the press OF figures ! came upon
Farrell He was mud from head 10
foot, his face strcaked with It, but ha
looked up with beaming eyes as
spoke his name. and our hands
claspcd.
Il thought you would be over there
with Maxwell" he said. pointiHE
across at the black dots. now clearly
distingushable in the glow Of sun.
shine.
Il was left behind, and came up jpBt
now with Morgan" ! replied "Bu' I
am anxious enough to be with my own
fellows. What means that skirmlah
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 tho Brit.
ish are not far of, and are headed this
way A scout came through with the
news two hours ago-Clinton has TAX.
en- the road to Monmouth" Re
chuckled grimly, glancing at my face
And who think yc the lad was who
told u.s."
'Who?" my throat tightening
THE same you was so anxious about
a 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 n glimpse, as he came
up the bank here from the ford. his
horse dripping II was dark still, and
he only stopped TO ask the road
knew the voice, and the form-the lad
is as slender as n Girl-thcn he went
by me, digging his horse with the
spurs, and lying close. He had Urn
goon's cape Tapping from his shoui.
ders, but twas the boy all right. All
there 20 the guns up the bank. Now.
perhaps, they'll let me take my fight.
ing dogs across"
The way was open for mo, mr. lepst,
and swung up into the saddle, Rnd
drove my horse down the slippery
shore into the water. The stream
WAS not deep. although the CURRENT
flowed swiftly, and moment laiar
had found Maxwell
Yes" he said to my first quesrron,
1--WE are going to fight. although It
may not be anything more serious
than skirmishing today Washington
has decided in spite OF Lee, thank
God, and Wen have go at the sed-
coats Lafayette commands tho ad.
vance. and Wayne will be up within
few hours. We are to skirmisb for.
ward toward Monmouth Court House;
Clinton has turned that way"
"You learned that from n scoutr"
"Yes; he Just came through; one OF
Charles Lees men, understood-a
blue-eyed, rosy-cheeked boy, who said
his name was Mortimer. He had rid
den from Cookstown, and was reallng
in the saddle, but would go on. Your
men are over there, major, beyond the
clnmp OF timber. In my judgment
we'll accomplish little today, for
there is heavy storm in those clouds
yonder"
How many men will we have when
Wayne comes up?"