6 A LOVER'S SONG. Over the hills and far away. Where the sun sinks at close of day, There's where my thoughts are flying; An I gaze, I seem to see a face. Anil my heart pursues my thoughts arace. While the eunset glow Is dying. Over the hills and far away t will journey myself some day— I will match the birds in flying; I will lind my sweetheart true to me. And fi'iad t ah glad, will our greeting he. With a gladness that knows no dying. -JEiizuboth llarmaji, in Overland Monthly. FREE-LANCE: By CHAUNCY C. HOTCHKISS [Copyright, 18!>7, by I). Appleton & Co. All rights reserved] CHAFTER I.—CONTINUED. The fellow was bound to be a source of anxiety to me as long as he had the power to speak, but 1 could not well murder him outright. Fortunately, his patois was well nigh unintelligible to ears untrained to the dialect of the southern negro, and, if my plan worked, he would ere long meet his deserts in one of the British prison hulks, the hor rible reputation of which was now wide spread. I have small doubt that he thought he was coming to his death when I ordered him up, for, like the slave 110 had once boon, he cringed and writhed at my feet, begging for his life in a manner both disgusting and pitiful. Yet, for all his gratitude at my promise to spare him on condition of his si lence, I felt that, were it in his power, he would have knifed me as I stood. I had no fear that iic knew of myhidden gold, Louns bury having been far too shrewd to take for partners men of the character of the crew, he probably having seduced them with promises of some ready cash, backed with visions of prize money and the high favor of British officers. I had a warrant for thus believing, for my mate had suddenly lowered his voice as he referred to the treasure be low, in all likelihood for the purpose of con cealing from the man at the wheel its pres ence 011 board the schooner. To the fellow at my feet, whoso name, I now mind me, was "Stofe" (probably a cor ruption of Christopher), I made no prom ise for the future, only saying I would.hold my hand for the present, and then or dered him to take in the jib and staysail, that the Phantom might lay in the wind and meet her fate as soon as possible. Indeed, 1 had expected ere this to have had a shot acorss my bows and another one into me for not obeying the hint of the first, on action which had so far been impossible. I fancied (and afterward found I was right) they were nonplussed at the queer seaman ship displayed by the drunken progress of the Phantom. It had been thought, may hap, that, as but two men showed on our deck, we had a host below, and that, in the disguise of a simple trader, we were intend ing to delude them and lay them aboard with little ceremony; or, failing in this, were adopting some uncouth mode of warfare on the sea, as strange to them as is the Indian land method to the European regular. It was with a feeling akin to shame that when the forward halyards were let go I had the negro bend the Stars and Stripes to the ensign halyard, placing the flag union down and under the flaming bunting of the ene my. These were hoisted to the mainpeak, and thus I had net a sign of surrender before surrender was called for, but as a part of my plan it became a hard necessity. CHAPTER 11. ALIAS OAPT. LOUNSBURY. Now the headsails being let go with a run and hanging loose over the bow, the foresail and its traveling blocks giving out a deaf ening protest against its slack sheet, the mainsail joining in the thundering chorus, and the wheel jerking violently hither and thither with the kick of the rudder, we were sufficiently beyond the usual order of things to suit my purpose, and my trump card, in the shape of a dead man lying in the scup per, lay clear to the eye of anyone who might board us. The sight was uncanny enough, and my instinct was to have the negro heave the body over board; but, as it was to be a silent witness to the story I was about to tell, I let it bide, though, as the sequel ►bowed, 'twould have saved me a sight of trouble to have followed my first impulse. 1 confess that iny heartbeats took on addi tional force and frequency as I stood and watched the schooner's nearer approach. She came onto within easy gunshot, and swung into the wind, all of a flutter from stem to stern, and then "lay to" with hfcr headsails full aback. From the scarlet flag at her peak to her clean cutwater she was an object of beauty, though in a light air I doubt she would have slid her keel through the brine with greater speed than would the Fhantom, which had been built for fleet ness and rapidity in stays. With my wits by this time well about me, and my wounds bleeding but little (as was shown by the few drops that now dripped from my fingers' ends), I stood by the helm and took in every detail of the enemy, from the crowd at her davits to the long brass piece forward of the foremast, the gun being trained point blank at me. The stranger worked with the alacrity of a man-of-war, for the schooner had barely lost her way when I saw a boat drop from her larboard quarter and pull towaid us, while another came around her bow and fol lowed. They were both filled with well armed men. as could be seen by the glitter of musketry, and the way they came over the whitecaps showed their temper. It tihowed temper, too, in the smart manner they boarded mc, the first boat hooking on to the main channels, the men clambering out with scarcely a shout and no questions, and in a twinkling I beheld half a score of them 011 my deck, they, I fancy, being mightily surprised at having met with no re sistance. The crisis was now at hand, and I played my first card with something of the despera tion of a ruined gambler. Striding up to an officer whom 1 saw coming aft with r.are sword in hand, I said: "Ye show scant courtesy in boarding me, #ir. Had you turned up an hour agone, 'twould have been to some purpose." "Who in h—-1 are you? Where's the cap •ain of this ship?" was the excited rejoinder. Now there was something about the tone of his voice, the way of calling a schooner a ship, as well as the get-up of the man him self, that, angered as 1 was at his reply, made me back a pace and look at him. A quick jjiance showed me I was not dealing with a man bred to the sea, much less to the regu lar service, for, though I then had small knowledge of the uniforms of the British, 1 knew tTj.it which graced the back of the offi cer bef vit :t.e "as not of his majesty's navy. I knew it by its out and garniture, and the land flavor of the man lay also in the fart that he wore a forage cap and carried a cav alry saber instead of a cut lass, His face, too, lacked the true sea tan, its fair comp'« xion ' showing the effects of unusual exposure to ! sun and wind. What his rank might be I tad no idea, and speculation was lost in the quick retort that naturally rose to my lips. "Who are you, sir, to tumble aboard a prize of his majesty's in this fashion? Ye fctand in need of a lesson in marine manners as well as marine matters. Do ye hope to judge of a craft's cargo by a squint at her hateh cover, or of a man by the cut of his jib? Think not to deceive yourself or me! I know my rights, and also know the differ ence betwixt the cry of a sea bird and a hen hawk!" If I had any doubt as to the official posi tion of the officer, it was set at rest by the subdued laugh that came from the groun about us. l'iqued by the sound of mirth from those he had no power to punish, his face turned to an ugly red, and, lil ting his saber as though to cut me down, h; shouted: "You insolent dog! I will make you sweat for this! Lay hold of him, some of you! Tie the villain up! Damnation! are you all cowards?" he continued, as there was a shuffle of feet, though no one approached me. There is no telling what might have been the upshot of this dispute had there been no interruption, for the fellow seemed deter mined to use his saber on me. But, fortu nately for one of us, we were joined by an other officer, whom I afterward found had come from the second boat. "Hold hard.. Scammell! You are not handling one of your own dragoons! What is this all about? You fly the signal of a prize, sir," he continued, turning to me; "how comes it you are alone? Who and what are you?" "I am Captain .Tack Lounsbury, bearing instructions from Sir Ilenry Clinton, as that cockatrice might have found ere this had he used a smooth tongue. This is my prize --a Yankee schooner laden with lead for New London, and taken by me single-hand ed. There lies l.er skipper, and all but one of her crew are overboard." And with this 1 pointed to the body of my mate. I had hardly spoken when two marines came aft with the negro Stofe betwixt them. He was trembling like a sail in the wind, and living his head as though lie had lost all strength to lift it.l was looking for an exposure 011 tile instant, but the officer waved them back with a motion. There was an unspoken but plainly shown respect for me in the demeanor of the crowd as it spread away. The two officers stood for a moment in undisguised wonder at the recital of my prowess, giving alternate glances at the body and myself, and then the last comer, who •vas plainly the one in authority, spoke. "You alone did this? By St. George, SoHmmell, you came near getting into a m«ss! 1 promised to show you a sea scrim mage, but not the kind you were hatching. Let us have further warrant of these facts," he continued to me. "Who was he?" point ing toward the scupper, "and when did this happen ? Let us come by the papers." "Yonder fellow is Donald Thorndyke, the master till 1 overcame him," I answered. "1 shipped as mate. If you will go below we can come by the whole matter," 1 replied, not caring to extend my yarn with the negro within hearing. "Or, better, we can take what we there find and go aboard before your captain, where the whole matter may bi. boiled down at one sitting." " "112 would be a saving of time, certainly," he answered, "but we'll hear the yarn while the schooner is being searched; of course, you understand the importance of the form." And he turned to a sea corporal and gave him the necessary orders. "Now, sir, 1 am at } r our service," he said, crossing the deck toward the cabin companion. Hesitating there, he seemed to hang in the wind for an instant, and then strode over to the body. "Did you shoot him?" he asked, as he bent ever the prostrate form. "Nay, I struck him," I answered. "Faith, then," he returned, sizing me up with a side glance, "I'd sooner take the chance of a bullet than a blow from that list if you struck in earnest! Did he wing you «t the onset?" "Nay, nay; 'twas a nigger striving to knife me in the back. Let's below. Mayhap ye have a doctor aboard who will fix up a bad cut." Through all this I was conscious of the eye of Scammell lixed on me. Whether or not he was suspicious of me, or whether he was still boiling under the dressing I had given him, there were no means of telling. I saw plain ly the resentment lie made little effort to conceal, and felt that I had made an enemy who would be mighty glad to cross swords with me on the slightest provocation. He was 28 or 30 in years, or about my own age, and was under me not two inches in stature, which is speaking well for him, as I stood tlnee inches above six feet, unshod. By weight and brawn I well overmatched him (as i did most men), especially in the latter quality of physique; but he made a typical dragoon officer, and would be a formidable antagonist in any field. I might hope for little mercy if ever I fell into the power of this man, for mercy was a quality which, strained or unstrained, he and his fellows had naught to do with. This 1 made sure of on getting into the cabin, where in course of conversation it turned out that he was a captain in De Lancy's Loyal Legion, .1 body of tory cavalry half freebooters and half in the regular service. 1 had heard of them, as who has not? Be twixt New York and Philadelphia and the country surrounding both places they were a terror, the malignancy equaling if not surpassing the rapacity of Tryon himself. I itched to get my fingers 011 him then and there, that there might be one less blood sucker above ground, but policy held me from committing an act which probably would have at once wrought ruin to my plans and left my poor mother without a son. 1 was, therefore, bound to treat him with civility, which I did when a word to him was neces sary, but I fancy v/e each knew the other was but skipping over the thin ice of polite ness. Being, as it were, in the enemy's lines, I 'ollowed the bent of the lieutenant, and laughed loudly and long over the puzzle ment (as he called it) into which the Phan tom had led them. I drank to the king and damned the rebels; told a story of being a free lance under elastic instructions from .Sir Henry Clinton, and how I had taken the vessel by killing Captain Thorndyke and besting the crew. In short, I put myself into my mate's former place as nearly as was possible, following his coarse manner and uncouth language, exhibiting the rough and ready character befitting a follow of his breeding. But, beyond Sir Henry's signature, never a line did I show them or tell the nature of my orders; and that for the best reasons, for I knew little of the business myself, not hav ing had the opportunity to more than scan the papers I had taken from the body. The regular clearance discovered the schooner to be a Yankee trader. There was a Yankee sailor captured and a Yankee cap lain dead, and why should there be suspi cions?—and there were none in the mind of the lieutenant; but of his friend, the dra goon, who had come aboard for a bit of dan gerous play (and had nigh achieved his wish), I was not so sure. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1899. In my turn nt questioning I found that the enemy was the Sprite, an American capturt, refitted and renamed, one of the last of Howe's fleet as 1 Lounsbury had surmised), bearing two passengers beside her usual com plement of men, and bound for New York to meet General Clintoh, ttufc 011 his over land trip from Philadelphia to tri«t city. Now we had been sitting below for upward of an hour, drinking my rum and making game of the rebels on land and sea (though once, when I spoke of John Paul Jones, I saw I was on dangerous ground, and belayed my tongue, cursing the liquor for having loosed il), when the companion way was darkened by a marine, who, jerking a sa lute, said, with a scarcely controlled grin: "We have another prisoner, sir." "Another!" exclaimed the lieutenant, starting up and giving me a stern look. "What's the meaning of this, Lounsbury? Are you dealing fairly ?" 1 was as surprised as he, and had no an swer to make, but before my confusion be came manifest the marine again spoke. " 'Tis the dead man come to life, sir. We were flushing him an' the deck, an' 'twas the water as fetched him, sir." "Clad I am 'tis no worse," said the officer with a laugh. "I feared 1 studied a trick. You American-born are the devil and all at playing deep games, and, faith! for a second I thought you might have cozened me. Let us to the deck." I had sudden reason to turn my curse from the liquor, for had it not been in me I doubt not I would have fallen backward. Like a drowning man,l had visions passing through my mind with a rapidity that makes descrip tion impossible. My very strength gave out for the moment, but there was enough left to get me to my feet and follow the others to the deck. I have faced death since, and well-nigh shaken hands with it, but never did the knowledge of its nearness affeet me as did the words of the marine; and 'twould ttske more than money to make me go through a like thirty seconds, or the time it took me to get from the cabin. Ijounsbury had been moved, and lay on his back on the deck with his head resting on the edge of the helm grating. lie was soaking from the sousing that had brought him to life, but I sent up a mental thanks giving on the discovery that it had not also brought him to reason. The sole sign of vi tality lay in the fact that he breathed. There was a hoarse and hollow tone at each heave of his broad chest, which I know to be duo to his broken head; and though I felt him to be a deadly enemy and a charnel house for morals there was a pity jn it to see the ab ject helplessness of the once powerful figure as it sprawled on the hot, white planking. Scammell stooped for the man's pulse, peering closely into his face the while, and then for a moment the whole load of anxiety came back on me as he straightened up and said: "1 have soon this fellow before, though I fail to place him as Thorndyke. He looks '• 1 drank to the King, and d—d the rebels." like the chap who escaped from the rebels r.fter spiking the guns near White Plains. But that was before we took New York. Why the d—l can't 1 remember names?" Here again was mighty dangerous ground, for Scammell was right, though 1 knew noth ing of it then nor until the war was over. The spiking of the guns was an old story, but it had been long agone, and I was only aware of the bald fact. However, I felt that he had struck a scent, which if followed up (and I fancied him the man for it) might, nay, would, be likely to drive me to bay. It was well, then, that at that moment a recall gun, sounded from the off-lying schooner. It seemed to wake the lieutenant to the fact that time had gone, and that the sun was well toward its setting. Without more ado a guard was left on the vessel until a report could be made to the captain of the Sprite, and with the others I went along, that 1 might again tell my tale and get my knife-thrust into proper dressing. CHAPTER 111. A VOLUNTARY PRISONER. Darkness was well settled on the sea, though there still hung a faint, hot giovi in the west when 1 had finished my business on the Sprite. Barring the baleful eye of Scammell, there had been nothing to mar the proceedings 111 making a report in harmony with my story. The dragoon's silence and steady gaze were a trille disconcerting, and the knowledge of the captured black (who had been conveyed to the Sprite), coupled with the feeling that Lounsbury might return to his senses and spring a mine beneath me, served to keep my nerves at a tension which became well nigh unbearable. There had been a number in the elegant cabin, but of thcyi I wot not, save that most of them got hot with liquor. For a sight of it had been taken, even the captain having his judgment crossed and his jollity increased by constant recourse to the bottle. And here lot me say that, in my poor opinion, both the length and cruelty of the war were helped more than a little by this never-ending taking aboard of "Dutch cour age." Had it made men battle in proportion to their boasting, 'twould have served some proper end, but I never found that 1 could fight better with eyes and wits tangled with liquor, and, in fact, though 1 preach not, never touched it when in trouble save as on this occasion—to keep up appearances. And oven on this occasion I had still the upper hand of what I drank, and noticed that Scammell was nursing himself as well; but, aside from we two, 'twas a noisy crowd that tumbled to the deck to see me back to the Phantom. 1 had made myself mighty popular during my short stay aboard. A change of berths l.ad been oti'ercd mc, but I had small notion of leaving my own craft with its hidden cargo, though I put it on the ground of for feiting prize money if 1 deserted hr. A crew of five men were given me (which would make a small claim for salvag# in fa vor of the Sprite), and now, with the doc tor, who was to give a hand to Lounsbury, I stood by the side while laying a small uacer on the race to New \ork. I had little heart in the laugh an<i hut handshake to the rest, and was about put ting foot on the side steps to pass to the boat that was swinging high and low on the running seas, when myattention was caught by the face of a girl who rose through the companion and stood startling!}- clear Against the black background of the night. 1110 bright lamplight from the cabin floodeji and brought out every detail of her features. It was but the face and bust I saw, the open door cutting off the lower part of her figure, but 'twas the face of an angel, and for an in stant 1 lorgot to move, looking at her as I would at a beautiful picture. And a picture she made as she stood there turned toward us. 11 igjj breeding showed in the delicate contour of chin and cheek, dark eyes and clearly cut straight nose, but 'twas the small mouth with its fine red lips half open as though in inquiry that held 111 c by its sweetness, while the mass of auburn hair, dressed high, as was the fashion of the times, gave ft touch ol perfection to her counte nance. The vision—for 'twas more akin to a vision than reality—lasted but a breath, for Scammell thrust his form betwixt us, and made rapid steps toward the companion way, while J, with a hand wave to the others, joined the doctor in the boat. The surgeon, a tall, raw-boned Irishman, afflicted with a strong after-dinner hic cough and a desire to talk, settled back in the stern sheets, and voluntarily fell into an explanation of a lady being 011 board the Sprite. "An'ye know not Sirs. Baddy, Sir Henry's light-o'-love? "l'is a shame that king s offi cers lie made to dance attendance to that ilk. Her ward seems to be o' different clay, though. A bonny lass she is, an' a lonely one, having no great love for her guardian, as 'tis plain to see, an' few to turn a word with, saving Scammell. Did ye mark the way he slid to her when she lifted o'er the hatch? 'i is in my mind he's jealous o' the deck her foot lights on, an' he hangs about her like a brooding lien. 'Twas a sorry move Sir Henry made when he lit on him for a guard o' honor to Mrs. Baddy and < lertrude King. Bad for him, 1 mean, since 'tis plain he's struck between wind and water by the lass, though, in my mind, she'll have little tc do with the likes o' him after setting foot ashore." From this anil other rambling talk I gath ered that the Sprite was taking two ladies from Philadelphia to New York—ladies high in favor with < Jen. ( linton—and that one of them, Mrs. Baddy, was the famous beauty to whom the doughty knight had given his heart without the honorable accompaniment of his hand and name. Ifer notoriety had even spread beyond the British lines, and much of the opportune inactivity of thsene my was explained as due to the fascination ol his mistress and the inability of the com mander to withdraw from her influence and take the field. [TO BE CONTINUED.] Xot to He Thunrlpd. Joseph Jefferson, in liis younger days, was never a man to be thwarted. It Is said that he once even interrupted Jay Could at a board meeting 1 rather than be detained over time in New York. Jefferson had lost the transfer check for his baggage and wanted to get that baggage rechecked without it. The minor officials were in a great hurry and refused to listen to him. "If you haven't your check we can't tend to you for an hour," said one. "What!" cried the actor, bouncing about the platform, "we'll *ee nbout that! 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