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Show ' "BE YE HIT?" SYNOPSIS. Solomon Binkus, veteran scout and Interpreter, and hi young: companion, Jack Irons, passing through Horse Valley, New York, in September, 1768, to warn settlers of an Indian In-dian uprising:, rescue from a band of redskins the wife and daughter of Colonel Hare of England. Jack distinguishes himself In the fight and later rescues Margaret Hare from the river. Jack and Margaret Mar-garet fall In love. On reaching Fort Stanwlx, Colonel Hare says both are too young to marry. The Hare family sail for England, and the Irons family move to Albany. Unrest growB In the colonies because be-cause of the oppressive measures of the English government. Solo-mon Solo-mon and Jack visit Boston. In November, 1770, Jack goes to Philadelphia and works In Benjamin Ben-jamin Franklin's printing plant. Nearly three years later Margaret writes him from London, reminding remind-ing him that her youth is passing and saying she has appealed to Doctor Franklin. Binkus has received re-ceived a letter from Washington to be carried across the ocean, and Jack sails with him. Arriving Arriv-ing In England, Binkus Is arrested, ar-rested, but Jack has the letter and proceeds to London. Jack delivers the papers to Franklin in London. Binkus la released and Joins them in the great city. Jack orders fashionable clothes. Jack and Margaret meet and are more In love than ever, but Colonel Col-onel Hare Is not eager for the marriage. Franklin's efforts to obtain better treatment for the colonies are futile. He evades the attempt of the king's men to "tow him Into port." War becomes be-comes Imminent. General Clarke calls the Yankees cowards In 1 Jack's hearing. The young Amer ican demands a retraction. Lionel Clarke, the general's son. and a suitor for Margaret's hand, takes up the quarrel. Dy IRVING BACHELLER Copyright by Irving Bachellor was leaning over him. He was drawing draw-ing on his trousers. "Come, my son," said the scout In a gentle voice. "They ain't a cloud an' the moon has got a smile on her face. Come, my young David. Here's the breeches an' the purty stockln's an' shoes, an' the lily white shirt. Slip 'em on an' we'll kneel down an' have a word o' prayer. This 'ere ain't no common fight. It's a battle with tyranny. tyr-anny. It's like the fight o' David an' Goliar. Here's yer ol' sling waitin' fer ye !" Solomon felt the pistols and stroked their grips with a loving hand. Side by side they knelt by the bed together for a moment of silent prayer. Others were stirring in the Inn. Tliey could, hear footsteps and low voices in a room near them. Jack put on his suit of brown velvet and his white silk stockings and best linen, which he had brought in a small bag. Jack was looking at the pistols, when there came a rap at the door. Preston entered with Doctor Brooks. "We are to go out quietly ahead of the others," said the captain. "They will follow in five minutes." Solomon had put on the old hanger which had come to England with him in his box. He put the pistols in his pocket and they left the inn by a rear door. A groom was waiting there with the horses saddled and bridled. They mounted them and rode to the field of honor. When they dismounted on the ground chosen, the day was dawning, but the great oaks were still waist deep in gloom. It was cold. Preston called his friends to his side and said : "You will fight at twenty paces. I shall count three and when I drop my handkerchief you are both to fire." Solomon turned to Jack and said: "If ye fire quick mebbe ye'll take the crook out o' his finger 'fore It has time to pull." The other party was coming. There were six men in It. The general and his son and one other were in military dress. The general was chatting with spurt above It. I see Jack's bullet had Jumped into his right wrist an' tore it wide open. The lieutenant staggered, bleedln' like a stuck whale. He'd 'a' gone to the ground, but hid friends grabbed him. I run to Jack- " 'Be ye hit?' I says. " 'I think his bullet teched me a little on the top o' the left shoulder,' says he. "I see his coat were tore an' we took It off an' the jacket, an' I ripped the shirt some an' see that the bullet had kind o' scuffed its foot on him goin' by, an' left a track in the skin. It didn't mount to nothln'. The Doctor Doc-tor washed it off an' put a plaster on. " 'Looks as if he'd drawed a line on yer heart an' yer bullet had lifted his aim,' I says. 'Ye shoot quick, Jack, an' mebbe that's what saved ye.' "It looked kind o' neevarious like that 'ere Englishman had intended they was goin' to be one Yankee less. Jack put on his jacket an' his coat an' we stepped over to see how they was gettin' erlong with the other feller. The two doctors was tryin' fer to fix his arm and he was groanln' severe. Jack leaned over and looked at him. " 'I'm sorry,' he says. 'Is there anything any-thing I can do?,' " 'No, sir. You've done enuff,' growled the old general. "One o' his party stepped tip to Jack. He were dressed like a high-up officer In the army. They was a cur'ous look in his eyes kind o' skeered like. Seemed so I'd seen him afore somewheres. " T fancy ye're a good shot, sir a good shot, sir what what?" he says to Jack, an' the words come as fast as a bird's twitter. " 'I've had a lot o' practice,' says our boy. "'Kin ye kill that bird what what?" says he, p'intln' at a hawk that were a-cuttin' circles in the air. " 'If he comes clus' 'nough,' says Jack. "I passed him the loaded pistol. In 'bout two seconds he lifted It and bang she went, an' down come the hawk. . "Them fellers all looked at one 'nother. " 'Gin'ral, shake hands with this 'ere boy,' says the man with the skeered eyes. 'If he Is a Yankey he's a decent lad what what?' "The gin'eral shook hands with Jack an', says he: 'Young man, I have no doubt o' yer curidge or yer decency.' "A grand pair o' hosses an' a closed coach druv up an' the ol' what-whatter what-whatter an' two other men got into it an' hustled off 'cross the field towards the pike which It looked as if they was In a hurry. 'Fore he were out o' sight a military amb'lance druv up. Preston , come over to us an' says he: " 'We better be goin'.' " 'Do ye know who he were?' asks Jack. " 'If ye know ye better f erglt It,' says Preston. " 'How could I? He were the King o' England,' says Jack. 'I knowed him by the look o' his eyes.' " 'Sart'in sure,' says I. 'He's the man that was bein' toted In a chair.' " 'Hush ! I tell ye to f erglt it,' say a Preston. " 'I can fergit all but the fact that he behaved like a gentleman,' says Jack. " 'I s'pose he were usin' his private brain,' says I." This, with some slight changes In spelling, paragraphing and punctuation, punctua-tion, Is the account which Solomon Binkus gave of the most exciting adventure ad-venture these two friends had met with. Preston came to Jack and whispered whis-pered : "The outcome is a great surprise sur-prise to the other side. Young Clarke is a dead shot. An injured officer of tithe English army may cause unexpected unex-pected embarrassment. But you have time enough and no haste. You can take the post chaise and reach the ship well ahead of her sailing." "I am of a mind not to go with you," Jack said to Solomon. "When I go, I shall take Margaret with me." So it happened that Jack returned to London while Solomon wnited for the post chaise to Deal. "Margaret, I want to take you to America " (TO BE CONTINUED.) V . CHAPTER VIII Continued. 10 Captain Preston went with Solomon Binkus next day to the address on the card of Lieutenant Clarke. It was the house of the general, who was waiting with his son In the reception room. They walked together to the Amack club. The general was self-contained. self-contained. It would seem that his bad opinion of Yankees was not quite so comprehensive as it had been. The whole proceeding went forward with the utmost politeness. "General, Mr. Binkus and John Irons, Jr., are my friends," said Captain Preston. "Indeed !" the general answered. "Yes, and they are friends of England. Eng-land. They saved my neck in America. I have assured young Irons that your words, if they were correctly reported to me, were spoken in haste, and that they do not express your real opinion." "And what, sir, were the words reported re-ported to you?" the general asked. Preston repeated them. "That is my opinion." "It is mine also," young Clarke declared. de-clared. Solomon's face changed quickly. He took deliberate aim at the enemy and drawled : "Can't be yer opinion is wuth more than the lives o' these young fellers that's goin' to fight." "Gentlemen, you will save time by dropping all thought of apologies," said the general. "Then it only remains for you to choose your weapons and agree with us as to time and place," said Preston. "I choose pistols," said the young Britisher. "The time and place may suit your convenience, so it be soon and not too far away." "Let us say the'eow wallow-on Shooter's Shoot-er's hill, near the oaks, at sunrise tomorrow," to-morrow," Preston proposed. "I agree," the lieutenant answered. "Whatever comes of it, let us have secrecy and all possible protection from each side to the other when the affair Is ended," said Preston. "I agree to that also," was the answer an-swer of young Clarke. When they were leaving, Solomon aid to Preston : "That 'ere gin'ral Is as big as Goliar." CHAPTER IX t - The Encounter. Solomon, Jack and their friend left London that afternoon In the saddle and took lodgings at The Rose and Garter, less than a mile from the scene ppolnted for the encounter. That morning the Americans had sent a friend of Treston by post chaise to Peal, with Solomon's luggage. Preston had also encaged the celebrated surgeon, sur-geon, Poctor Brooks, to spend the night with them so that he would be sure to be on hand In the morning. The doctor doc-tor had officiated at no less than a dozen duels and enjoyd these affairs so keenly that he was glad to give his help without a fee The party had gone out In the saddle because Preston had snld that the horses might be useful. use-ful. So, having discussed the perils of the Immediate future, they had done all it was in their power to do to prepare pre-pare for them. Late that evening the general and hlg son and four other gentlemen gen-tlemen arrived at The Rose and Garter. Certain of them had spent the afternoon after-noon In the neighborhood shooting birds ana rabbits. Solomon got back to bed early and at for tme In their room tinkering with the pistols. When the locks were working "right," as he put It, he pol-ishfctl pol-ishfctl their grips and barrels. I fock awoke suddenly and opened his rim Th cAndla wa lighted. Solomon a friend. The pistols were loaded by Solomon and General Clarke, while each watclied the other. The Lieutenant's Lieu-tenant's friends and seconds stood close together laughing at some jest. "That's funny, I'll say, what what 1" said one of the gentlemen. Jack turned to look at him, for there had been a curious inflection in his "what, what!" He was a stout, highly colored man with large, staring gray eyes. The young American wondered won-dered where he had seen him before. Preston paced the ground and laid down strips of white ribband marking the distance which was to separate the principals. lie summoned the young men and said: "Gentlemen, is there no way in which your honor can be satisfied without fighting?" They shook their heads. "Your stations have been chosen by lot. Irons, yours is there. Take your ground, gentlemen." The young men walked to their places and at this point the graphic Major Solomon Binkus, whose keen eyes observed every detail of tlie scene, is able to assume the position of narrator, the words which follow being from a letter he wrote to John Irons of Albany. ."Our young Pavid stood up thar as straight an' han'some as a young spruce on a still day not a quiver in ary twig. The Clarke boy as a leetle pale an' when he raised his pistol I could see a twitch In his lips. lie looked kind o' stiff. I see they was one thing 'bout shootin' he hadn't learnt. It don't do to deny It 'cause a gun don't alius have to be p'inted careful to kill a man. "We all stood watchin' every move. I could hear a bird singln' twenty rod 'twere that still. Preston stood a leetle out o' line 'bout half-way betwixt be-twixt 'em. Up came his hand with the han'kerchief In it. Then Jack raised his pistol and took a peek down the line he wanted. The han'kerchief was In the air. Pon't seem so it had fell an Inch when the pistols went pop! pop I Jack's hollered fust. Clarke's pistol fell. His arm dropped an' swung limp as a rope's end. His , hand turned red an' blood began to |