The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1864-10-01

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with small hali-shut eyes, aud @ cruel mouth
lie had the captains dOublc.g.ass swung round
him, andthc captains gold watch chain twisted
round his black and yellow turban.
Davis cluug 90 his feet and PRAYED for his life
"HOov, hOOly, Jack, said Pate son 10 him. hui
without looking towards his com aniOn: "let me
alone wi the bluid.thrsty decvil aud III try him
vi Just word or two Of his ain lingo that
picked up at Singapore. They wunua twist our
thrapples If | can help il. No fear man we must
make the best Of lad business. Sneak them
gently, man, and don't screigh there as ii you'd
got dizzcn knives In your wamo."
Patterson was raw. bOuCd SCo'ch lad uurainIy
IN body, large-tOOted, red haired, stumbling But
he was brave, thoughtful, shrswl lad, and for
Roi bis own danger in his care Tor his younger
companion.
He did not utter these exho.tatons in one
breath, but piccemeal, they were both led
TO the staic-cabin, where Baloo Singh was now
enthroned.
"Take heart, Jack" he said remember how
David, the son OF Jesse, slew the big thief Of a
giant wi a wee flint stane."
"I am not afraid, Sandy" replied the little fell
low, his cheek flushing; "l'm only wee skcared.
Hook the numbering rogues, they've got poor
"God help him Z" said Patterson
Poor Mr.; Jobson ~ grosned Jack; "look how
he's cut on the forehead"
In the cabin, with ono foot on the dead body of
the murdered captain sat the chief fanatic, Bioo
Singh. lie was a tall, thin man, with dead
eolorcd eyes, face of a corpse color, blue lips,
ana long snTlNeleu Ohuus. lie sat erect, with
trace Of any human expression upon his face.
He certainly acted we'll the part of a resuscitated
dead man. Thirty or forty Hindus, mad with
excitement stood round their leader, holding
lighted candles, boarding pixies, blood stained
sabres, and ship muskets still smoking at the
muzZles.
"worship him, worship Baluk singh" thew
cried, as they dragged the unfortunate mate to
the feet of their chief.
The brave man stood erect, without look of
fear.
"I be cussed If do" he said, and turned his
quid, and spat on the ground.
The chief made q sweeping movement with hia
right hand, and the mate was dragged from the
room. There was struggle yell, and pistol
shot, then silence.
".Wah GOOroo!" shouted the fanatics with one
voice.
"wah Gooroo !" said Baloo Singh, with voice
that seemed to rise from tomb. $50 perish the
unbelievers"
A weasel-faced Hindu, thin as a girl, and his
dark, mean features almost hidden by rank
straight black hair, now sc lied Patterson, and
sabre in hand. dragged him to the feet Of Baloo
Singh.
"Guid-bye, Jack" said Patterson, with rueful
grimace, and clasping the boys hand "Its guild
bye to my harms (brains) now-the poor devils
life still"
Hadii Hanna, the bloated wretch we have
already seen, stepped forward and sticking his
fat fingers in the red hair of the Scotch lad raised
carving-knife that he had snatched from the
stewards pantry.
"Son of Heaven )" he said to his chief. "let Ms
sacrifice this unbeliever to the goddess Khaee;
she has told us to purge sea and land of these
inhdels, who deny your resurrection"
"Guid-bye TO old Aberdeen-the Lord have
mercy upon me ~ groaned Patterson. Then a
sudden light came in his eye, and he struggled
forward, and seized the robe of the false prophet
"Baloo Singh, son Of Heaven! :" he cried in broken
Hindustanee II worship thee" Then, under
breath -"Haud up your heart, Jack there's
precedent for it, Remember Naaman bowed
himself in the house of Rimmon.O There is but
one God, and Baloo Singh rose from the dead to
be his Prophet"
Let him go; he Is one Of us Wah Gooroo I"
cried BalOO Singh.
"Wah Goorool" shouted his disciples.
Hadji Hanna put yellow and black turban on
Pattersons head, and bound round his waist the
mystic knotted cord.
"This lad, too" said Patterson, pushing for
ward Jack, "iS also believer; the miracles
wrought to-day have convinced us both. BaIoo
Singh, son of Heaven, we are your slaves"
Again the shout of "Wah GoOroo :" was raised
"Sons of the unbelievers, saved by Heaven
from the doom of thy race your lives are given
back to YOU! exclaimed the corpse-like chief.
"Hadji Hanna, put on this younger convert the
turban and the cord; these converts will help us
with the aCcursed vessel"
"The gabbln' skate" mutered Patterson and
then he shouted like madman the watchword,
"Wah GOoroo! ~ till he was out of brea h.
"Stay below here till we have proved your
fidelity" said the chief, rising; "yOu shall wait
on ourselves, and help TO steer the vessel. Khaee
still cries for victims. Come, Hadji Hanna
come, my disciples-come, and let us perfect the
work"
As he uttered these words, the chief left the
cabin, followed by the other fanatics, Hadji
Hanna stayed for moment behind. "Beware %
he said, with hand at the throat of either lad
"any treachery, and you die by my hand. You
are now followers Of the great Son of Heaven,
Baloo Singh. / place two armed men at the
cabn-door: if you move from the door, they
gI.sRaN both.
he uttered these threats, Hadji Hannas bloodshot
eyes glared on the two survivors
The next moment the door closed behind him,
the key turned, and there was a sound OF two
muskets being cooked.
The moment the door closed Patterson leaned
up and hugged Jack in his arms. God guide
and protect u.s., he cried, "and forgive me for
telling the blackest and biggest lee man ever
utteTedl The accursed seed of Satan, the reYin'
God-iorsaken blasphemers, the cutthroat sons
of Belial, but I'll be even with them! Quick
Davis, help me with this table, that may see
out of the skylight what they're doing. Rh,
man, just hear them They've found one of our
poor fellows up in the rigging, and they're
worrying him as terriers do u rat"
In moment the ready lad was on the table
and with his eye cautiously raised to the level Of
the glass. He was silent for moment; but his
hands were elenched and the perspiratiou dripped
from his brow. There was a sound of heavy
body dragged over the deck, then a sound Of
ooh, what is it, dear Sandy Do tell me. Oh,
what dreadful things are they doing ?" said Jack.
Patterson replied in a low voice, and with face
glued to the glass cit is the poor steward Jack
They've tied him to the mast, and they're pelting
him with champagne bottles. lie is streaming
with blood, and his hands are clasped. Hear
the cries ? Now one of them steps up with
drawn knife -. o merciful Father dare
not look again"
As he uttered this exclamation, Patterson
leaped down from the table, and sat himself on
a chair and hid his face with his hands. Jack"
said he, at last looking up "as live by bread, it
would be doing duty to set fire 10 the vessel and
burn these wretches. 1t had been better for us TO
have cursed their prophet and died holy martyrs,
like Mr.. Jobson."
"No, no, dear Sandy" said jack cuddling
himself near him. "Ihnk of David. God has not
saved US without good purpose. There's many
lowering morning, you used to say, that brings
on fine day"
"Ye're right, BARN" said Patterson. "Come
and kneel down, and pray the Lord jehovah
who put to fight the Assyrians who set the stars
to fight in their courses against Ssera, who made
the Red Sea like birdlime tor those awful rascals
the Egyptans-to give our hands strength and
our brains wisdom to beguilc the children Of
Belial."