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On and on he galloped over the mountain trail, Jack swaying from side to side, but remaining safe because of the holding ropes. It was about this time that Ryan, who, by a roundabout road, had reached the trail leading from Tuckerton to Golden Crossing, looked at his watch in a secluded place where he was waiting, and remarked: "Well, it ought to be working by this time.
"Oh well, as long as it's only a case of a mile's ride back to Tuckerton, I suppose I'd better do it," Jack reasoned. "You wouldn't have caught me, only my pony went lame and I was delayed getting the stone out," he said to Harry. This gentleman helped me." "Oh, it wasn't much," said Ryan, nodding to Harry. The latter did not appear to know him.
The stage, as the messenger had said, had broken down half way between Bosford and Tuckerton. These were two small settlements, the last one being about three miles from Golden Crossing. As Jack was passing through the eastern outskirts of Tuckerton he noticed that Sunger was limping slightly. "Hello! What's this? Got a stone under your shoe?" he exclaimed, as he got off.
For telegraphic communication from Germany to America we had to rely solely on the two German wireless stations at Sayville and Tuckerton, erected shortly before the outbreak of war, and we soon succeeded, subject to American censorship, in getting a regular Press-service, which was spread, not only over the whole of the United States, but was also passed on to South America and East Asia.
"Well, Sunger, old boy, we'll hit the back trail again for a little while," and Jack swung himself up into the saddle. Somewhat to Jack's surprise, when Ryan mounted, he, also, turned his horse's head in the direction of Tuckerton. "Are you going back, too?" Jack asked him. "Yes, I guess I might as well." "But I thought you were going to Golden Crossing." "So I am.
That was to mobolise the Sayville and Tuckerton wireless stations, and Germany did it immediately.
Well, I may see you again," he called, with a wave of his hand as Jack went out. "Yes, I'm back and forth quite often, though I seldom get to Tuckerton, unless there's some accident to the stage," the lad said. He found his pony's shoe had been properly tightened, and the animal was now ready for him. Jack paid his smithy bill, jumped up to the saddle and rode on through the town again.
And he said he'd have sent the mail in by me, only there's some valuable stuff in it, and he wants a regular man to take it. So will you go out?" "I think I'd better, yes. How far out is the stage?" "About five miles. Half way between Bosford and Tuckerton," was the answer.
The two light oaken strips, which had been screwed to the bottom of the boat, kept the hull secure from injury by contact with nails, bolt- heads, &c., while she was being carried in the freight-cars of the Tuckerton, New Jersey, Southern and Pennsylvania railroads to Philadelphia, where she was delivered to the freight agent of the Pennsylvania Railroad, to be sent to Pittsburgh, at the head of the Ohio River.
"Refreshment," he repeated. "There's no place around here where you can get anything to eat. No places short of going back to Tuckerton. And I'm not hungry enough for that." "Hungry? Shucks, no! I'm not myself. I wasn't talking about anything to eat. I meant something to drink." "Oh," said Jack, and a queer sort of feeling came over him.
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