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Title: Then Marched the Brave

Author: Harriet T. Comstock

Illustrator: Anna S. Hicks

Release Date: June 30, 2005 [EBook #16156]

Language: English

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[Illustration: _Frontispiece--"'I CAN SEE NO ONE BUT THE GENERAL,'
JANIE SAID."

_See page 133._]

Then Marched the Brave

By

Harriet T. Comstock

Author of "When the British Came," "Molly, the Drummer Boy," etc.

_Illustrations by Anna S. Hicks_

PHILADELPHIA
HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY

BY THE SAME AUTHOR

MOLLY, THE DRUMMER BOY

WHEN THE BRITISH CAME

Fifty cents each

Copyright, 1904, by Henry Altemus

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I
ANDY McNEAL

CHAPTER II
A STRANGER IN THE NIGHT

CHAPTER III
THE CROWNING OF ANDY McNEAL

CHAPTER IV
THROUGH THE CAVE

CHAPTER V
A SUSPICION

CHAPTER VI
THEN MARCHED THE BRAVE

CHAPTER VII
ANDY HEARS A STRANGE TALK

CHAPTER VIII
AT HEADQUARTERS

CHAPTER IX
PEACE

ILLUSTRATIONS

"'I can see no one but the General,' Janie said"
"Andy was at the oars now"
"'Good day, my pretty lass!'"
"Burr ventured a question"
"It took all of Andy's courage to don the female attire"

THEN MARCHED THE BRAVE

CHAPTER I

ANDY McNEAL

It was in the time when the king's men had things pretty much their own
way, and mystery and plot held full sway, that there lived, in a little
house near McGown Pass on the upper end of Manhattan Island, a widow and
her lame son. She was a tall, gaunt woman of Scotch ancestry, but loyal
to the land that had given her a second home. She was not a woman of
many opinions, but the few that she held were rigid, and not to be
trifled with. With all her might she hated the king, and with equal
intensity loved the cause of freedom. In the depths of her nature there
was a great feeling of shame and disappointment that her only son was a
hopeless cripple, and so could not be offered as a living