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i064 As soon as the barge was clear of the Monongahela, Captain Brooks, ever mind- ful of his duty, gave orders to man yards and fire a second salute. In the meantime the search for the Englishman had been prosecuted with vigor. The news that a reward of five thou- sand inilreis, about six thousand dollars, had been offered for the fugitive, dead or alive, had spread like wild fire. © In a remarkably short space of time the surface of the river in front of thie city was literally covered with boats, large and small. As the minutes passed and no sign of the Englishman was discovered, the be- lief that he had perished became preva- lent. When Clif went forward after an inter- view with the captain and officers of thie Monongahela—an interview that caused his heart to beat with unaccustomed rapidity—he found an ovation awaiting him. He tried to escape, and dodged down the forward ladder for that purpose, but a number of new fourth class cadets, headed by the lanky Joy, captured him, and he was born in triumph about the decks. ‘Hurray for the Yankee who saved a king,’ shrieked little Nanny. ‘Three cheers and—and a whole cageful of tigers” The cheers were given and the tigers too, but in subdued tones. It is not con- sidered the proper thing to make much noise on board an American war vessel. ‘Vou make one good speech now,’’ in- sisted Trolley, grinning broadly. ‘Not much,’’? was Clif’s flat refusal. “(T draw the line at that. What’s all this row about anyway? One would think war had been declared at the very least.’’ “Something more important than that, dear boy,’’? drawled a plebe named Tog- gles. ‘I?ll wager anything the news is being cabled about the world this. very minute. And the name of Clifford Fara- day, new fourth class plebe, function, and rescuer of kings in general, will be in everybody’s mouth before dinner. Clif, your fortune is made. I see you Lord High Muck-a-muck of Portugal be- fore you are a day older.”’ ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. Clif laughed carelessly. “T am content to remain a cadet in the United States Naval Academy,’’ he re- plied. ‘‘That’s honor enough for me.”? ‘What did the girl say??? asked Nanny slyly. ‘‘I saw you talking to her after your great act.’’ “Tf you want to know, youngster, she asked me to tea to-night and I accepted the invitation. She also said she would like to have me bring another cadet.’’ A hubbub broke out at once. Every plebe within hearing was eager to be selected. Clif finally decided to take Joy, much to the disappointment of the others. The liberty party was called away at one o’clock, and, shortly after that hour the two chums found themselves ashore. They little suspected as they carelessly walked toward the main plaza that they were destined to experience some very thrilling adventures before they ‘again saW the old Monongahela. — CHAPTER “IV: ‘THE BROKEN TREE BRANCH. The pedestrians in the streets taken by Clif and Joy little thought as they glanced carelessly at the two cadets that the sturdy youth with the intelligent, manly face was he who had saved their beloved. ruler, Dom Carlos the: First, from death that day. | It was well for Clif’s peace of mind and comfort that this was true, and he inwardly rejoiced thereat. The city was in an uproar. All Lisbon seemed to be hunting for the fugitive and hoping against hope that he had escaped from the river. The large reward was not the sole cause of this feverish activity. The people far and wide respected and loved their ruler and they thirsted more for the assassin’s blood than for the fortune his body represented. The streets and plazas were filled with excited groups discussing the event. Platoons of mounted police and com- panies of soldiers kent the alr ringing with the tread of galloping hoofs. “Tt takes something like an attack on the kine to stir up these people,’’ said Jovy. Headded with a sigh: “Isn't it enough to make a peaceful man sorrow Comichoo cS (e(0) , eh as x ~* ~s . | r € : 3 = .