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Show K ARTHUR D. 23ml xV&ffiMSm SMITH K.I MUK U.HOWDtN SMITH iri Lisbon than anywhere else these days."' "Flimr for Wellington's army and naval stores for the British fleet." Fellowes commented grimly. (.'hater's nutcracker features took on a bilious tinge. "What's that to me?" he whinnied 'Or a sight more folks to home? This dratted war s ruiriln' trade, and 'taint so poplar as the Democrats could wish for." "There are worse fates than loss of trade to befall a nation," Fellowes returned. "1 owe the British for the destruction ot my ship, and I can't forget I'm at war with them." "A h I ot a tine war I" mocked Chnter. "What can we do ag'n a hundred and twenty sail of the line?" "We can fight. We did in '76. When I get home " " 'Calc'lalin' on a passage for Noo Vawk?" ('hater interrupted with In terest. "I'm lookin for a mate Jest lost mine with the river-flux. And my second's too young to take his place. Got some of the owner's family aft. Male it wutb yer while, Cap'n Fel lowes." "Thank you, but I'd prefer not," Fellowes declined. "Can you tell me where the American consul has his oflice?" "A sight of good he'll do ye," Jeered Chater. And with a touch of irrita rion: "Hornswoggie me. if I can see a woman. The duenna I And behind two glittering aides, leaning on the arm of a lean beaked ollicer In un dress uniform, his rescuer, herself. She looked lovelier than ever, her oval face framed in the folds of the mantilla, her eyes upcast gravely to meet the gaze of her escort No ordinary Jackal of the Staff, this man, his voice, curt as a drillmaster'a, car rying to where Fellowes stood. " get your people lined up, ma'am.' lie was saying. "Ministers are cor dial, but they'll require a definite petition, pe-tition, d'ye see? No sense In this American war. We've got troubles enough without It. 'Sure there's nothing else we can do for you?" "Oh, yes. my lord. 'Tis for us to do, now, though I fear 'twill take a year, at the least." "'Cant be helped," be returned brusquely. "Worth waiting for, If yon pull It off.'; He saluted mechanically. mechanical-ly. " 'Servant, ma'am. Kemember me to your father." In the crowd Fellowes lost sight of the two women, and several minutes passed before be could elude the sen tries and pursue them. He bad forgotten for-gotten his immediate troubles. His one concern was to speak to this mysterious mys-terious girL Despite his efforts, he failed to overtake bis quarry until they were entering Lahmeyer's hotel. In the Lago da Sao Paulo. "Ma'am 1 oh, ma'am," he panted desperately. des-perately. "May I speak with you?" And he flushed at the inanity of his address, conscious of the travel stains acquired in the long Journey by diligence, dili-gence, and the abominable fit of the clothes he had bought In Beja to replace re-place the shrunken garments In which he had been washed ashore. The girl In the golden-yellow cloak stared at him blankly, then, as his identity dawned upon her, a slow smile spread across the smooth olive of her features. "'Tis our American sailor 1 But, sir, you have no right to be here. I bade Padre Antonio keep you all of a week." "I left against his urgence," Fellowes Fel-lowes answered, the friendly reproof putting him at his ease. "But there was no need for me to linger my carcass Is a tough one." "That we may allow, sir. Yet. still, you were rash to come to Lisbon. If the British Secret Service fail to arrest ar-rest you, there are the press gangs. We must take thought to this." Her brow puckered. "If you'd tell me who you are " A familiar nasal voice Interrupted her. "Well, well, naowl I didn't figget on ye fixln' to git me a new mate, Miss Caia. But 'taint no use leastways least-ways be turned me daown." Fellowes eyed Chater with a distaste dis-taste as pronounced as his bewilderment bewilder-ment at the discovery of a connection connec-tion between his rescuer and the master mas-ter of the True Bounty, but the girl cried eagerly : "Do you know this gentleman, Captain Cap-tain Chater?" " 'Calc'late 1 do," drawled Chater, " 'Make ye acquainted with Cap'n Lion Fellowes. 'Neighbor of mine, home to Babylon." "How fortunate," she exclaimed. This Is the first time I've seen Captain Cap-tain Chater since we came north, so he hasn't heard of our meeting at I'erenba, Captain Fellowes. And I didn't know, then, tiiat Mr. Penner, his mate, had died But If I hud" she hesitated "I couldn't offer a strange American passage In the True Bounty." "What have you to do with the True Bounty?" asked Fellowes. "I thought you English." She laughed. "I'm Cara Inglepin. You must know my father, if you are from New York, but I have been little in America Amer-ica especially since my mother died, for my grandfather, the old Marques, was failing, and he would have me by him, wherever be went. And now that be is dead " her voice sobered "there are reasons I must fly home as fast as I may." "Do you sail on the True Bounty?" "By tomorrow's tide, nor may we wait. So If you'd pocket your pride, and step down a rank for the voyage, 'twould serve me beyond measure, sir." The frankness of her appeal flattered flat-tered him, but he looked uncomfortably uncomfort-ably at Chater. who snickered: "Heh! Heh! He daon't hold witt sailin' on license, Miss Cara. A rabid rab-id Democrat, and him brought up In England !" "Sanctissima !" Miss Inglepin bit her lip. "1 might have remembered you preferred shipwreck to yielding yield-ing to an English frigate But this Is foolishness, sir. You are not like to reach home, save It be in a licensed ship. No privateer or letter-of-mnrque will touch at a Peninsula port" (TO BE CONTINUED.) STORY FROM THE START Keturning to America, during the War of 1812. afler a successful success-ful voyage, Capt. Lion Fellowes' merchant ship Sachem Is sunk off Portugal by a British frigate. His .rew surrenders, but Fellowes reaches shore exhausted. His life la saved by an English-speaking girl who conceals her identity He learns from her, however that she Is about to set out for Lisbon. CHAPTER II 2 A Licensed Trader The diligence from Beja deposited Fellowes at the ferry-landing opposite oppo-site Lisbon. The river was crowded with shipping, and his heart leaped in his throat at sight of the legeud. - "True Bounty, New York," printed across the broad stern of a ship His mind harked overseas, to the sprawl lng town on the tip of Manhattan is land, a little, red-brick town, bow ered in tulip trees and chestnuts, that he'd left a year and a halt ago, and to the sleepy village he called borne huddled between the pine forests of Long Island and the Great South bay He wondered bow an American ship, flying American colors the Stars and Stripes flaunted proudly from the mizzen yardartn, as if In de fiance of the White Ensign displayed by the King's ships could lie here In the Tagus. How had she gotten In? And more Important, how would she get out? A small boat lay alongside her, and as he watched, a lank stoop shouldered man descended Into it Saul Chnter 1 No wonder he'd been thinking of Babylon. And Chafer's presence meant the True Bounty was an inglepin ship. Ben Inglepin's. of course. Ben had married a Portu guese, and very naturally, specialized in the Peninsula trade. In that, as In everything else, differing froin Joshua. Fellowes chuckled as he remembered remem-bered the whimsical feud between the brothers. They had been enemies from the day the firm of Inglepin Brothers was dissolved In '93, after Joshua had declared General Wash lngton was plotting to return the country to .the British Crown. Joshua believed in Jefferson ; Ben cursed him for a demagogue. Joshua considered Washington had heen "that libertine. Hamilton's, puppet"; Ben all but said his prayers to the General's memory The ferry bumped Into the quay, and noticing ("hater's boat heading for the same landing-steps. Fellowes decided de-cided to wait, and speak to the True Bounty's master. Chater was the last American he would have chosen to i. " meet In a foreign land, but the fel low was an American, and what was more, came from Babylon. Fellowes recalled the day the New Englander had appeared In the village, buyer of the farmlands across Snrnpawam's creek from the Manor. Fellowes father, whose ancestors had held the Maaor since the conquest from the Dutch, insisted the village must give (.hater fair treatment. Fellowes knew his father had come to detest the man. but he, himself, had seen Ml tie of Chater. For he - had taken to the sea in t lie hope of replenishing the family fortunes, nn dermined by years of ill paid dlplo mntic service, and particularly since his father's death, was seldom nt home. Now, he reflected, fhere'd he nothing to lure him from Babylon, un less he could obtain a privateer All w his spare funds had gone in the wreck He banished such thoughts, however, howev-er, as Chater shambled up the land lug-stops. " It would never do to let the New F.nglandet suspect the ex tent of his misfortunes. So. proffer ing his hand, he mustered a cheerj smile. "How are you, Captain Chafer?" "Well, well, naow," Chafer whin nied nasally. "If 'taint Lion Fel lowes I 'Last I heard, ye'd sailed for Canton." "1 was wrecked a couple of weeks ago," Fellowes explained. "Driven ashore by a British frigate, south In 'But 1 Ain't Got Time to Stand Gormin' Here, With a New Mate to Find, and Sailin' Tomorrer." haow ye reason things out If any feller oughter be Federalist, ye'd oughter be. Wasn't ye born In Lon don? Didn't yer pa send ye to school in England?" "That 'hy I'm a Democrat, and a oeliever in American trade rights," Fellowes replied good naturetlly. "It wasn't my fault my father happened to he consul in London, or that I was nt F.ton." "Well, naow, I'd say ye ain't made the most of it," gloomed (.'hater. "Cut I ain't got lime to stand gormin' here, with a new mate to find, and sailin tomorrer." More discouraged than he liked to admit. Fellowes watched the drab figure fig-ure of the True Bounty's mastei slouch away through the gaudy throng of mariners on the quay. Dispiritedly, without any conscious purpose, he suffered himself to drift in the tide of humanity that swirled along the quays. and presently emerged in Black Horse square, cen ter of state and military activities Ovei one of the palaces waved the Cross ot SL George. A loquacious sergeant Informed him Lord Welling ton was down from the front tn Spain anil for want of something else to do. Fellowes loitered, curious to see the lOnglishman who had bested Napole in's bravest marshals. A knot of ofiic.ers emerged from the doorway, a tluttet of feminine garments gar-ments In their midst. Fellowes stoof paralyzed with astonishment as he recognized a hulking black specter of aigarve. That was pesky luck. Ye got be careful In wartime Cap'n Fei j lowes." "D'you call this careful?" Fellowes waved toward the Rritish armada that surrounded the True Bounty. Chater cackled derisively. "Ye see. I sail on license. I got me a dockynient. all signed and sealed, wilh Admiral Warren's name on it. licensin the True Bounty fot a v yage to I'ortygal " X "You mean Ilie lirltish Admiral Warren? Who commands at Uall fax?" 'That's him." "lint hut you're trailing with the enemy !" "Oh, no. we ain't," Chater denied cai-kling ng:iin "I'ortygal's a neutral neu-tral And there's a hotter market fot flour and naval stores right here |