Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1870-01-20

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2 s'SVelf you must tell me what it
is" 1 said, keeping myself as quiet
as possible. s...,sgi,,5s, s.f,l @
"The devil 1 will !" he shouted,
savagely. out . 1sea0 9d3 b
'al "Then you shallbe forced when
we get on the deck" !" I replied res
olutely. Il s...s..s.,.a.... : + ~ ~
cha ! ha !! forced |" Here he
quietly drew a long knife. sss |
Quick as thought mine was out,
too, for ] always carried it in my
boot. s'''' ~.
81 suspected something Of this, y"
I said. e.G - L
He scowled heavily at me at
the other side of the bell.
r"Now you must tell me what it
is" 1 said. Gus jspi ~ r
But, nothing daunted, the ruff
fan cried, 81 will see you dead
lfrstg'' .!isV
al knew his mighty strength, but
I also knew my own agility and
skill. 1s.'i''l i'i'-o' /
r Crow said again, g IT'S a bag of
gold 1 found in the cabin, and if
you hold your jaw Ilshall give ye
a third" 5al=S. 7ze1g
2"Never shall | be dishonest" I
said, after some deliberation,
looking pale, ! dare say, but per-
iteely calm. raT m
Let the reader, imagine the
scene in bell. forty feet tnder wa.
ter, it would take at least twenty
minutes to pull it up. A fierce
fight, perhaps a deadly one, might
be finished by then. Suspicion
might he hushed the body could
be flung to the ravenous sharks
with which we sometimes had to
combat with our sharp-pointed
crow-bars; but our frightful, gloo-
my appearance might have been
enough to terrify the inhabitants
of the deep. -.
We stood cycling each other for
some time, he for attack, l for re-
sistance. 1 offered to pull the a.
larm bell, but he clutched il from
me. attempted nothing fur
ther.
After few minutes pause, he
said, "Will you take shares ?"
"No !" was the firm answer.
"Pcrhaps tits not large enough?"
"All of it is foo small. "-.
"Yod won t give in!" be said. il,
l expected something and pre-
pared myself. s-' '1iasj s'i ~
| "Never!" l replied, at length.
'Then TO deathl' he yelled,
springing at me. '- "'2'-
Quick as thought l caught his
elevated arm, poised in the air,
for a stab. Imade a lunge at him,
for my blood was reused at this
fendish attempt on my life. He
parried it, but it caught him on
the shoulder however, he clutched
my wrist, and foam burst from
his bloodless lips, and his passion
wrought face intimidated me more
than his bloodthirsty strokes.
At last he made a forcible ef-
tort to free his arm, but / held it
with, all the strength of desperas
ton. Amid oaths and curses he
struggled. Sometimes he was
quiet, and the only sound was the
hurried painting of our excited
chests. At last I wrenched my
hand from his and stabbed him in
the hand, His knife fell, but with
a curse that rings yet in my ears,
he threw himself at me, and
grasped my body ard arm in his
gigantic clasp / seized him by
the throat. With the hug of q
bear he tried to break my back ).
his strength seemed almost super
human, but shifting off the bars
of wood by a wriggle, we plunged
into the sea beneath. Down,
down we sank I No effort was
made to loose the hold of either.
Il 6 u
Tighter and tighter we gripped,
till we fell on the coral reef.
Death itself seemed to me trifle.
Passion and hate seemed but the
Transformation Of my heart. My