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Built in early Revolutionary times by Archibald Cobden, who had thrown up his office under the Crown and openly espoused the cause of the colonists, it had often been the scene of many of the festivities and social events following the conclusion of peace and for many years thereafter: the rooms were still pointed out in which Washington and Lafayette had slept, as well as the small alcove where the dashing Bart de Klyn passed the night whenever he drove over in his coach with outriders from Bow Hill to Barnegat and the sea.
He and Bart crawled up to dry land, and threw themselves panting on the ground to recover from their late misadventures. But a moment later, Frank was on his feet once more. "I forgot all about Dunton, the observer!" he exclaimed. "He may have landed in the river, too, or he may be injured and in need of help. Do you feel fit enough to help me look for him, Bart?"
Some of the boys in the crowd "caught on" to the situation, and giggled and made significant remarks, but the chairman on the platform covered the colonel's confusion by announcing the national anthem, and Bart effected his escape. "He'll never forgive me, now," decided Bart. "The damage to the statue was bad enough, but breaking him up as my appearance did just now is the limit. I hope Mr.
Theodore finally awoke him, and said that they proposed to light up the jack, if he would take the spear, and they would push out to deeper water, and try for bass. Bart stared about him uncomprehendingly for a moment. "Oh, Theodore, my fishing days are over!
As soon as we've fired, you make a run for it, my lad, straight for the chimney. Never mind anybody else, but risk the firing, and run in and climb up as fast as you can." "And what about you, Joses?" asked Bart. "I'll stop and cover your retreat, my lad; and if we don't meet again, tell the Doctor I did my best; and now God bless you! good-bye. Be ready to fire."
I passed the jail and stopped and looked at its grated windows and thought of Amos and wondered if he were really a murderer. I walked toward the house of Mr. Wright and saw him digging potatoes in the garden and went in. I knew that he was my friend. "Well, Bart, how do you like school?" he asked. "Not very well," I answered. "Of course not! It's new to you now, and you miss your aunt and uncle.
"Quick!" he cried; "we must go out to help Joses and his men. No, it would be madness. Good heavens! what a mistake!" "Let me go with the Beaver and his men to his help," cried Bart excitedly. "My dear Bart, the Indians will be upon them before you could reach the horses, let alone saddle and bridle and mount." "It is true," said the Beaver, sternly.
"Tell me the worst!" pleaded Bart in a choked tone, but trying to prepare himself for the shock. "Why, one eye is pretty bad," said the doctor, "and the other got the full force of some powder explosion. They have good people up at the hospital, though, and they will soon get him to rights." "I must tell my mother at once," murmured Bart. He left the place with a heart as heavy as lead.
"No." "It is just a homely, twisted ring, with an old scratched black stone set in it." "That's right." "Perhaps the man in black is crazy." "It is possible." "In which case the mystery amounts to nothing." For a few seconds the two lads sat staring at each other. Then Frank removed a pin from some hidden place, and held it toward Bart.
"O Brother Bart, no, you're not as bad as that!" said Dan, remorsefully; "but I'm down here now to take care of you and Freddy, and you see if I don't do it right." And Dan, who in the old days of Tabby and the blue teapot had watched with and waited on Aunt Winnie through many a night of pain, proved as good as his word.
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