"Dear Mr. Mallory: Oh, once more I have to write you to call upon you for aid. You cannot imagine the terrible distress I am in. And I have no one to call upon but you. If you respect me as a woman, come to my aid to-night and at once. And come alone, for I could not bear to have any one but you know of my terrible affliction. Oh, please do not fail me! You may imagine my state of mind when I write you like this. And let me call myselfYour friend,"Mary Adams."
"Dear Mr. Mallory: Oh, once more I have to write you to call upon you for aid. You cannot imagine the terrible distress I am in. And I have no one to call upon but you. If you respect me as a woman, come to my aid to-night and at once. And come alone, for I could not bear to have any one but you know of my terrible affliction. Oh, please do not fail me! You may imagine my state of mind when I write you like this. And let me call myself
Your friend,
"Mary Adams."
Mark finished the reading of that letter in amazement, even alarm.
"Did she give you this?" he demanded of the boy.
"Yes, sir, she did, not five minutes ago," replied the lad. "And she told me to run. She seemed scared to death, sir, and I know she'd been crying."
Mark stared into his earnest face a moment, and then he turned away in thought.
"You may go," he said to the boy. "I know my way to her house alone."
The lad disappeared; and Mark, without a moment's hesitation, went over and woke one of the cadets.
"Wake up, Texas," he whispered. "Wake up and read this."
Texas arose from his couch in surprise and sleepy alarm. He read the letter, gasping; then he stared at Mark.
"Do you think she wrote it?" he inquired.
That problem was puzzling Mark, too. He had received two letters before from the girl, under exactly similar circumstances. One had been a trick of the cadets to lure him out. The other had been genuine, and had resulted in Mark's saving the girl's brother from disgrace and ruin. But which was this?
Mark made up his mind quickly.
"I think she wrote it, old man," he said. "The drum boy who gave me this gave me the other she wrote, too, and he swears she wrote this. He said she was frightened and crying. Texas, she lives way off there with her old mother, who's blind and helpless. And there's no telling what may have happened to her. Just see how urgent that note is. I must go, old man. I'd be a coward if I didn't. She don't know a soul to call on but me."
And Mark, generous and noble to a fault, had turned and begun to fling on his clothing. Texas was doing likewise.
"I'm a-goin' too," he vowed.
"She says not," whispered Mark.
"I know," was the answer. "She ain't a-goin' to know it. I'm a-goin' in case it's them ole yearlin's. Ef I see it's all right, and she wrote it, I reckon I kin sneak home."
Nothing could deter the faithful and vigilant Texan from his resolution, and when Mark stole out of his tent his friend was at his heels. They passed the sentry,Baby Edwards, with the usual signal, Mark fooled for once, was chuckling at his deception, thinking Baby thought them yearlings. But Baby knew who it was, and laughed.
The two, once clear of camp, set out on a dead run. They dashed across the Cavalry Plain and down the road to Highland Falls. It was nearly a mile to where Mary Adams lived, but Mark never stopped once, not even when he came to the dreaded cadet limits, to be found beyond which meant court-martial and dismissal in disgrace. He took the risk grimly, however, and ran on. When they finally reached the girl's house the Texan was panting and exhausted.
"You stay there," whispered Mark, pointing to a clump of bushes nearby.
Texas crouched behind them, and doubled his fists in determination. Mark just as promptly stepped up to the door and softly rapped.
There was a light in one of the rooms on the ground floor. The curtain was carefully drawn, but Texas, watching closely, saw a shadow swiftly flit across. And just after that the door was flung open, and the girl stood before them.
"I knew you would come!" Texas heard her cry. "Oh, thank fortune!"
Then Mark stepped inside, and the door shut again.
Texas waited in suspense and curiosity. He did not know how long Mark might be in there, but he was resolved to stick it out. Then suddenly, to his surprise, the door was opened again, and Mark and the girl stepped out.
She was leaning upon his arm, and hurrying him forward quickly. She was evidently in great distress, and from what the hidden listener heard, Mark was striving his best to comfort her. The two figures hurried across the clearing and vanished in the woods. Texas arose from his position.
"I reckon it's all right," he muttered. "It's blamed mysterious, but there's nothin' mo' fo' me to do."
And suiting the action to the word the faithful Southerner turned and set out rapidly for camp.
Mark, when he entered Mary Adams' house, found her standing before him, a picture of misery and fright. He demanded to know what was wrong.
"Come, come!" the girl cried. "Quick. I cannot tell you. Oh! Come and see."
She flung a shawl about her shoulders, seized Mark by the arm in a convulsive grip, and together they hurried through the woods.
It was a little footpath they followed. Mark had no idea where they were going in the deep black darkness. He abandoned himself entirely to the girl's guidance,trusting that no slight matter could have taken her there, and he was right.
The girl said not a word during the trip. She kept her face hidden in the shawl, and only a sob told Mark the state of her feelings. He was growing more mystified and curious every moment.
On, on they went. They must have been hurrying continually for at least five minutes, the girl dragging the cadet faster and faster, when suddenly she turned and left the path.
There was a dense thicket before them; she paused not a moment to hesitate, but plunged into the midst of it. The briars tore her clothing and hands, but she forced her way in. And when they were in the very center, without a word, she stopped and faced about.
She pushed aside her veil and hair and stared wildly at Mark. He gazed at her blood-red, burning cheeks and saw her black eyes glitter.
"What is the matter?" he cried.
She made not a sound, but suddenly to Mark's infinite horror flung herself upon him and wrapped her arms about his neck.
"Why, Miss Adams," he gasped. "I——"
His words stuck in his throat. His surprise changed to the wildest dismay and consternation. For he felt a pair of sinewy arms flung about his ankles, binding hisfeet together as in a vise. He had only one free arm, the other being bound to his chest with the bandages of the surgeon; the free arm was seized by the wrist with a grip that almost crushed it. And to his mouth another pair of hands were pressed, making outcry impossible as it would have been futile anyway.
Mark was as motionless and helpless as if he had been turned to stone!
The swift emotions that surged through his excited brain defy description. He saw the plot in an instant, apprehended it in all its fiendish heartlessness; and he knew that he was ruined. He could not see behind him; he could not identify his assailants; but he was sure they were cadets, Bull and his crowd leagued with this wretched girl to play upon his kind-heartedness.
And that girl! Oh, what a figure she was! She made no attempt to hide herself, however much Bull Harris might. She stood before her helpless victim's eyes a perfect figure of vengeance and triumph.
There is a famous painting by Sichel of the Grecian sorceress, Medea. The woman is standing clad in white that contrasts with her jet black hair. In one hand, half hidden, she clutches a shining dagger; her mouth is set in a firm, determined way, and her eyes are dark and gleaming. Imagine that figure in the moment of victory, everyfeature convulsed with joy, with hatred gratified, and that is the girl Mary Adams. She was dancing about Mark in fury, flinging her hands in his face, taunting him, jeering at him, threatening him so as to frighten even the desperate cadets.
They, meanwhile, were working quickly; they bound his legs together, his arms to his side. They forced a gag into his mouth, and then lastly shut off his view of the wildly shrieking girl by tying a handkerchief about his eyes. And then they tumbled him to the ground and turned away and left him.
Mary Adams stayed behind them a moment to vent her fury upon the helpless prisoner.
"Satisfied!" she cried. "How do you like it? I told you I would have revenge. I told you I hated you! And now, and now it is mine! You are mine, too! Do you hear me? I can do what I please with you!"
Mark could not see her, but he felt a stinging pain in his cheek and he felt the warm blood flow.
The girl's sharp heel had cut his flesh. And a moment later he heard a low voice mutter:
"Come away, you fool! Come on."
They dragged her reluctantly with them. Mark heard the steps recede into the distance, heard the silence settling down about the place. They had left him alone, deserted and helpless, lost in the midst of the woods, left him to die for all he knew, certainly to be missed, to be expelled, to be ruined.
And the poor fellow groaned within him as he realized the triumph of his enemies.
Texas made his way back to camp in silence. Texas felt it was none of his business, and yet he could not help trying to guess the errand upon which those two had gone. It was certainly a mystery. Texas reached the camp without succeeding in forming the least guess.
He raced past the same sentry in the same style as usual. He entered his tent and found the other two sleeping soundly, having not the least suspicion of the night's occurrences.
"I reckon," he mused, reflectively, "there ain't much use o' my sittin' round. I'll go to bed."
With which resolution he undressed and lay down to sleep.
After such an exciting and lively half hour as the one Texas had just spent, one does not usually drop off to sleep very easily. It was fortunate that Texas did not; wide-awake as he was, he had a cooler and steadier head to think when the hour of trial came. For the "hour of trial" was coming very soon now.
Bull Harris and his cowardly allies first took the precaution to calm the angry girl, and then set out on a runfor camp. Their hearts were beating high with hope and triumph. Their time had come at last; their enemy was theirs, and theirs without any blame falling on them. It was a great day for the vengeful Bull.
They passed their sentry ally in safety and vanished in their tents. In a minute more they were all safely in bed, as Texas was, and then the time had come.
Texas, lying in his silent tent, was just beginning to doze, when suddenly came a wild yell that shook the air, that made the hills to echo. It rang through the sleeping camp, and it was followed by a series of shouts.
"Help! help! help!"
The place was in an uproar in an instant; and Texas was almost paralyzed with horror. An alarm! The camp awake! Inspection! And Mark, his Mark, his friend and hero, absent!
He sprang to his feet with a hoarse cry; at the same moment the other two plebes sat up and stared about them wildly.
"What's that?" cried one.
"Mark's gone!" fairly shrieked Texas.
"Mark gone! How?"
"He's out of bounds! Great Heavens, he went to see Mary Adams! And he'll be found out!"
The two crowded about him, their faces pale with fright, their eyes staring.
Mark gone! Mark, their leader! What on earth would they do?
The Texan's wild exclamation had been heard in the Company B tent to the rear, and its occupants had rushed in regardless of rules, of discovery, of everything. An alarm! An inspection! And Mark beyond limits!
Things were happening with incredible swiftness outside. The shouts had been echoed by excited inquiries from awakened cadets, by the cries of sentries for the corporal of the guard, and by the quick, sharp commands of officers.
Lieutenant Allen, the "tac" in command, had sprung up from his bed at the very first cry. And in half a minute more, dressed and with lighted lantern in hand, he was rushing down the company street.
"What's the matter?" he cried.
No one knew. He saw cadets gathered in almost every tent door, staring out anxiously. Thus he did not notice the state of affairs in Mark's tent, where six horrified, frightened plebes were huddled, gasping.
Night alarms had been getting too frequent at Camp McPherson that year, and had excited the ire of the authorities. The lieutenant meant to find out the authors of this one, if such a thing were within the realms of possibility.
First he thought of sounding the "long roll," the fire or mutiny signal, summoning the cadets out on the street for roll call. Then it occurred to him that an inspection of the tents might do better. Another "tac," Lieutenant Ross, had joined him at this moment. And without a moment's delay, the two set to work. And Lieutenant Allen started with Company A, the very street in which Mark Mallory's tent stood!
A thousand wild plans had occurred to the six, to Texas in particular. He might "hold up" the tac, prevent the inspection! Or dress up as Mark and have himself reported! Great Heavens! he must do something!
The officer began at the head of the street. It was the work of but one second to glance into each tent. It would take but five seconds more to reach Mark's, to note the fact that there were but three in that tent, and that Cadet Mallory was absent out of camp, out of limits!
Texas turned to his comrades as the officer drew near. There were tears in Texas' eyes, and his voice was choked.
"You fellows," he said, to the three from the B tent, "you—you'd better go back, or you'll get soaked, too."
Nearer still came the officer. One tent more! The three had turned to go—and then suddenly Texas uttered a cry of joy and staggered back against the tent wall!An instant later he leaped forward, seized Dewey, one of the three, by the shoulders and fairly flung him to the ground.
"Lie there! Lie there!" he gasped, hoarsely. "Durnation!"
Dewey, quick as a wink, saw the ruse. The other two, confused and frightened, dashed across to their tent and hid, wondering what was up, what Texas was trying to do. But Dewey slid into the blankets that made Mark's "bed," drew the sheet over him, all but his head, and then lay still, gasping and trembling like a leaf.
Texas and the other two sprang for their places and imitated him. And an instant later the white light of the officer's lantern flashed into the tent.
The four held their breath; their hearts fairly ceased to beat as the tac glanced around. He saw a tent undisturbed; he saw Texas, and the Parson and Sleepy; and he saw the brown curly hair of the fourth occupant, lying upon his stomach, his face turned away from the light.
A second more and he passed on; and the four almost fainted with the reaction of relief.
It was not over yet, though. "Allen" had two more tents to visit up that row, and then he would turn to B Company. Texas peered out and watched him reach the last tent, and then uttered a whispered "Now!"
Quick as a flash, Dewey slid under the wall at the rear, whisked across the open space, and dived into his own tent—safe!
The camp settled down into quietness a few minutes after that. But the six never slept another wink. Mark had escaped that danger, he was safe for a moment. But another alarm might come any moment! And reveille was sure to come in a few hours! And where was Mark?
Texas, ever sly, had become suspicious by that time; ever bold and faithful, he lost not a moment in hesitation. He left camp again! He ran straight to Mary Adams' house, and from it straight out the path he had seen the two take. It was a forlorn hope, but it met with fulfillment. Texas heard a low groan, the only signal Mark could make when he heard the step of a possible rescuer.
And in half an hour more Mark Mallory was back in camp again, safe, telling to his furious friends the tale of his betrayal and hearing from them the tale of his "escape."
"We must get square, b'gee!" cried Dewey.
"Yes, we must get square, by Zeus!" came from the Parson.
"Give me time, boys, give me time," put in Mark. "I will think up a plan."
"Gosh, but it was a night o' nights," was the commentfrom Texas. "But we fooled them ole yearlin's nicely, didn't we?"
"Oh, they can't down us," chimed in Dewey. "We'll go 'em one better, b'gee, every time, b'gee!"
And the Banded Seven agreed to a man.
THE END.
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This writer has established a splendid reputation as a boys' author, and although his books usually command $1.25 per volume, we offer the following at a more popular price.
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One of England's most successful writers of stories for boys. His best story is
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ENSIGN CLARKE FITCH, U. S. N.
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An author of world-wide popularity. Mr. Graydon is essentially a friend of young people, and we offer herewith ten of his best works, wherein he relates a great diversity of interesting adventures in various parts of the world, combined with accurate historical data.
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HENRY HARRISON LEWIS.
Mr. Lewis is a graduate of the Naval Academy at Annapolis, and has written a great many books for boys. Among his best works are the following titles—the subjects include a vast series of adventures in all parts of the world. The historical data is correct, and they should be read by all boys, for the excellent information they contain.
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BROOKS McCORMICK.
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WALTER MORRIS.
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STANLEY NORRIS.
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ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE.
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ARTHUR SEWELL.
An American story by an American author. It relates how a Yankee boy overcame many obstacles in school and out. Thoroughly interesting from start to finish.
CAPT. DAVID SOUTHWICK.
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BURT L. STANDISH.
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This very interesting story relates the trials and triumphs of a Young American Actor, including the solution of a very puzzling mystery.
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This book is not a treatise on sports, as the title would indicate, but relates a series of thrilling adventures among boy campers in the woods of Maine.
Transcriber's Note:The following typographical errors present in the original edition have been corrected.In Chapter II, "sword of the tryant" was changed to "sword of the tyrant", and "meant to spent that half-holiday" was changed to "meant to spend that half-holiday".In Chapter III, "wondering about everythings" was changed to "wondering about everything".In Chapter V, a missing period was added after "from two minutes to twenty", and "B. B. J!" was changed to "B. B. J.!".In Chapter VII, "the B. J-est plebe" was changed to "the B. J.-est plebe", "as those yearlings had even seen" was changed to "as those yearlings had ever seen", and "'Will they try it' he thought?" was changed to "'Will they try it?' he thought."In Chapter X, "his face on a broad grin" was changed to "on his face a broad grin".In Chapter XI, a missing question mark was added after "Is he hurt".In Chapter XIV, "a rougish look" was changed to "a roguish look", and a quotation mark was removed before "It'll take lots of planning beforehand".In Chapter XX, "some little nervousness, to" was changed to "some little nervousness, too".In Chapter XXII, "the corner of the seige battery inclosure" was changed to "the corner of the siege battery inclosure", "that reminds be of another" was changed to "that reminds me of another", "his mist stately tone" was changed to "his mist stately tone", and a period was changed to a comma after "he added, more seriously".In Chapter XXIII, "bound his supenders about him" was changed to "bound his suspenders about him".In Chapter XXIV, a period was changed to a comma after "as his friend touched it".In Chapter XXVII, a quotation mark was removed after "And—and——".In Chapter XXVIII, "He knew in his hear it would be best" was changed to "He knew in his heart it would be best".In Chapter XXX, "Murray still sat where he was was" was changed to "Murray still sat where he was".In Chapter XXXI, "her mouth it set in a firm, determined way" was changed to "her mouth is set in a firm, determined way".In the advertisements, "to cutivate a fondness for study" was changed to "to cultivate a fondness for study", and "good, wholsome reading" was changed to "good, wholesome reading".
Transcriber's Note:
The following typographical errors present in the original edition have been corrected.
In Chapter II, "sword of the tryant" was changed to "sword of the tyrant", and "meant to spent that half-holiday" was changed to "meant to spend that half-holiday".
In Chapter III, "wondering about everythings" was changed to "wondering about everything".
In Chapter V, a missing period was added after "from two minutes to twenty", and "B. B. J!" was changed to "B. B. J.!".
In Chapter VII, "the B. J-est plebe" was changed to "the B. J.-est plebe", "as those yearlings had even seen" was changed to "as those yearlings had ever seen", and "'Will they try it' he thought?" was changed to "'Will they try it?' he thought."
In Chapter X, "his face on a broad grin" was changed to "on his face a broad grin".
In Chapter XI, a missing question mark was added after "Is he hurt".
In Chapter XIV, "a rougish look" was changed to "a roguish look", and a quotation mark was removed before "It'll take lots of planning beforehand".
In Chapter XX, "some little nervousness, to" was changed to "some little nervousness, too".
In Chapter XXII, "the corner of the seige battery inclosure" was changed to "the corner of the siege battery inclosure", "that reminds be of another" was changed to "that reminds me of another", "his mist stately tone" was changed to "his mist stately tone", and a period was changed to a comma after "he added, more seriously".
In Chapter XXIII, "bound his supenders about him" was changed to "bound his suspenders about him".
In Chapter XXIV, a period was changed to a comma after "as his friend touched it".
In Chapter XXVII, a quotation mark was removed after "And—and——".
In Chapter XXVIII, "He knew in his hear it would be best" was changed to "He knew in his heart it would be best".
In Chapter XXX, "Murray still sat where he was was" was changed to "Murray still sat where he was".
In Chapter XXXI, "her mouth it set in a firm, determined way" was changed to "her mouth is set in a firm, determined way".
In the advertisements, "to cutivate a fondness for study" was changed to "to cultivate a fondness for study", and "good, wholsome reading" was changed to "good, wholesome reading".