[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE] Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved. * * * * * PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1895. FIVE CENTS A COPY. VOL. XVII.--NO. 841. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR. * * * * * [Illustration] FOR KING OR COUNTRY. A Story of the Revolution. BY JAMES BARNES. CHAPTER VII. AN UNINTENTIONAL VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY. The tide ran so swiftly that at first it appeared to George that he did not gain an inch on the drifting boat, and the short choppy waves dashing against his face almost drove his breath away at times. The day when his brother William had saved him from drowning at Stanham Mills came back to him. But surely he was drawing nearer! he could see the hull much more distinctly, and could hear the loose oars rolling across the thwarts. Desperately he forged along; he was calling on his nerves, his vital force, for a last effort. In a moment more he reached the stern, and, placing his knee on the rudder, fell inside the boat. To save himself he could not lift a finger now; he lay there perfectly conscious, sprawled in the stern sheets, his chest heaving, his head thrown back--played out in every muscle. It was fully half an hour before he moved, and when he did so the sense of his position came fully upon him. All about reached the opaque white wall, and although a short time before it had been so warm, George now felt chilled--his teeth were rattling. This reminded him of the coats, and the letter in Carter's pocket that had nearly cost his life. Getting on his knees he perceived to his astonishment that the boat was half filled with water, and that the coats were floating in it at his feet. At once he set to work, and there being nothing else to use he took his hat and Carter's and baled with both hands. This exercise warmed him, and started his blood and pulse going once again. When the water had been put over the side, George wrung out the coats and drew the sail about his shoulders. But first he found the letter that had caused all the trouble. It was addressed, "To the Convention at White Plains," and in the corner was inscribed, "A plan to destroy the British fleet by means of floating barrels of gunpowder, suggested by Mason Hewes, Colonel III. N. J., Reg't of Foot." "One of the Colonel's schemes," said George to himself. But this did not seem so important as a memorandum in Carter's hand, made on a slip of paper, and showing the disposition of the American forces on Long Island. He tore up the latter, but Colonel Hewes's address to the convention he attached to a bit of iron that he found, ready at a moment's notice to drop it overboard. "I haven't the least idea where I am," he remarked, "so I had best be content with being alive. Oh, if this abominable fog would only clear away!"