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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
a coward and a traitor! Could he never retrieve himself ? Was there no way to atone? If he could only aid Lieutenant Ralph to escape !
Forgetting his grief, as his newborn resolve gave wings to his feet, he sped toward the British camp. Finally, in crossing a clearing, he stumbled over the body of a British officer. Evidently shot from ambush, he lay, stiffening in the grass, un
1 ' HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AND FACE ME?" HE DEMANDED
missed as yet by his brother-officers. Approaching the body, cautiously, the boy thrilled with a sudden inspiration. The uniform would serve as a disguise for Lieutenant Ralph ! With deft little fingers, he stripped off the handsome coat, rolled the hat in it, and crept cautiously on, with new courage.
At the enemy's lines, he hid behind a small haystack, while the sentry passed. Then, crawling and slipping
behind rocks and trees, he reached a sheltering wagon, just as two soldiers conducted Lieutenant Ralph to a nearby tent. A sentinel remained on guard, pacing back and forth. Watching his chance, Bob made a dash, and flung himself into the tent.
Lieutenant Ralph stared in amazement at the trembling, disheveled little figure standing before him.
"How dare you come here and face me?" he demanded, sternly. ' ' Haven 't you done me harm enough? Go!"
But the lad stood his ground valiantly.
"Lieutenant," he pleaded, "I didn't know what I was doing. I was all alone, and I was so scared. I'm awful sorry, now. I 've run all the way here to help you. Please, do forgive me."
"What do you think you can do ? " asked the officer, his voice softening at the little fellow 's sincerity.
"See, I brought this. I stole it off a dead Britisher. Put it on, and get away. ' '
1 ' But then you
will be here in
my place."
' ' I dont care. It will make up for
what I did, and father wont be
ashamed of me any more. ' '
"They would never execute a babe like him," thought the lieutenant. "If I can escape, he will get off easily."
He donned the uniform, and grasped the boy by the hand, smiling down into the upturned, eager face, with a mist in his eyes.
"You're a brave boy," he said,