er of a
regular fishing smack to carry small lots of arms out to sea, there to
transfer them to a sloop. Captain Billy was the man selected to
receive the arms and ammunition at sea. He brought them in here,
hiding them, with the intention of putting out some dark night, making
several short trips, and transferring all the rifles and
cartridges--eight thousand rifles and three million cartridges, to a
small steamer that would be waiting in the offing. The steam vessel
would then carry the cargo to Cuba, landing the goods at some secret,
appointed place. Captain Billy, as our government learned, was to
receive one thousand dollars for his share in the work. It was a bit
risky, as he faced prison if caught--as he surely would have been
imprisoned had he lived."

"Poor man!" sighed Harriet sympathetically.

"I agree with you," nodded Captain Rupert gravely. "Captain Billy was
a good fellow, as men go; but he had passed his fiftieth year with
fortune as far away as ever, and he caught at the bait of a thousand
dollars, though he knew he was breaking the laws of his country. But
he's dead," added the revenue officer, uncovering his head for a
moment; "therefore we won't discuss his fault further."

When the "hidden treasure" in the woods was unearthed it proved to be
a large consignment of rifles and cartridges. These had been hidden in
a cleverly concealed artificial, sod-covered cave in the woods. Its
existence had been so well hidden that Camp Wau-Wau girls had scores
of times passed over the cave without suspecting its existence.

Before the revenue cutter sailed away the six officers aboard came
ashore one evening, taking dinner with the girls, in company with a
number of young men, invited from the neighborhood. Afterward until
half-past ten o'clock there was a pleasant dance.

All too soon Harriet Burrell and her friends found this vacation trip
at an end. Proud of the honors they had won, delighted beyond words
with the good times they had had, they left for home the day before
the hulk of the "Sister Sue" was taken away, at Mr. McCarthy's order,
and sold.

"We are leaving behind us the best time we have ever had," sighed
Hazel on the morning of their departure.

"I am sure there are plenty of good times ahead of all of us yet,"
declared Harriet brightly.

"What I'm going to say, girls," broke in Miss Elting, "is not
original, but practical. The driver we've engaged to take our
belongings to the station wi