The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-12-01
GLOBE MONDAY MORNING DECEMBER l. 1878

in the neighborbood of that fire. and not
soul doing anything as | can see toward
putting 1t out"
"Guess I'll go below and get bit of
sleep, Mr. Buncle,' said Capt. Morrison to
his second mate. "Call me If anything
happens"
And with this the commander withdrew
lie had scarcely gone when Mr. Buncle.
the second mate, approached one of the
seamen under his charge, and said
Now is our chance, Bill. If you'll call
Tom, and the rest for'ard, we'll soon arrive
at some conclusion. My opinion is that we
had better give the old tub the slip to-
night"
"But the cap'n thinks as how the sava-
ges may be at this blessed minute killing
of the missionaries on the island, remon-
strated Bill, energetcaly.
81 think we had better see Tom. and the
rest, and make our escape Immediately in
the long boat while the old man is snooz-
ing
Good Let's move at once
Half hidden by sundry hamper at the
foot of the main-shrouds Denny Breeze had
listened to every word of this conversations
"a general dcscrtion, 2" said Denny
to himself, as he saw the pcriidious second
mate becoming the centre of little knot
of eager men forward. "This thing won't
work, my fine fellows"
lie lost no time in entering the cabin and
proceeding directly to the commanders
statc-room. The old sea-dog was Just in
the act of turning in"
why, what ais you, Denny" he cried.
"Iou are pale"
perhaps have reason to be. Mr.. Bun
Gle and a good share of the men are hatch
ing up plot to leave the schooner in the
long-boat and make the island :"
what tonight ?
eyes. sir-to-night "'Now is our
time they say, "'while the old man is
sceping""
The commander slipped noiselessly from
the cabin, and soon his voice was heard up
on the forecastc The truth was, he
had waited unseen and silent until the con-
spirators were about to resort to the meas
urc of getting out the long boat and then
he had fallen upon them with all the stern
authority of his position and the still sterner
authority of his character.
few minutes only the din lasted, and
then the commander slipped back to the
cabin,
1--WE fixed them" he muttercd as he
rubbed his hands gleefully together. Il
waited till they were getting out the boat,
and then went for them. You can i'm
aginc how Bunclc is cut up. Mr.. Skill is
now in charge of things Here, steward ="
The steward Immediately responded to
the call
"Makc me my usual favorite punch"
added the commander, and let us have it
while it is hot"
The steward bowed understandingly, and
set about obeying the order.
After remaining alone in the cabin an
hour or two, musing intently upon all he
had seen in the direction Of the island
Denny Breeze again took his way to the
deck, which seemed to him singuarly dark
and deserted
The wind had freshened notably. \
chopping sea had arisen, and the vessel was
labOring more than she had done tor seye-
raj days preceding. The heavens were
nearly obscured by mist of impending
rain.
''ls it you, Pete q asked voice. as
Denny emerged from the cabin
Pete was the colored steward.
'No, it's me-the passenger, Mr. Breeze. "
answered Denny.
sob, its you, ell ~ said the voice, which
our hero now recognized rs that of Mr.
Buncle. "All right, sir. thought it was
Pete"
Advancing upon the deck, Denny Breeze
continued to look around him, waiting for
the schooner to tack forward again.
"A rough night, Mr.. Breeze said the
mate.
"lcs, sir, quite rough, he responded
''Do you know where the capn is q was
the next question of Buncle.
'Abed and asleep. sir"
''Do you know how sleepy he is? But
of course you don't, and so will tell you 4:
he is as sleepy as good doze of medicine
can make him."
do you mean to say he has been drug
gcd y asked Denny.
That's just what | mean to say. A
good dOze of medicine was put in the
punch Pete made just before the old man
turned in
1t was easy enough for Denny to see, by
this time, that something wrong was taking
place-that at the very least the villainy he
had interrupted was gathering head again.
Il know not why you tell me this" said
Denny, but know that I'll soon see for
myself if you are telling me the truth"
lie turned toward the cabin.
softly! One moment" said Buncle,
advancing nearer. II want to speak
word further with you, my young gentle
man.
'Say on, then"
"What | have to say is this, said Bun
Gle. did you not tell Capt. Morrison that
|, and Tom and Bill, and some others of
the crew, were about to run away in the
long boat p
Denny was not pleased with the situa-
ton, especially as several of the intended
runaways had gathered about him, but his
was soul inaccessible to fear, and he re-
spondcd:
"Yes, told Capt. Morrison of your in
intended flight. What of it,"
"You shall soon see, my young bantam. +"
said Buncle, with suppressed passion.
''The long boat is in the water, duly pro-
visioned and stored, and we are ready to
push off in her."
But Mr.. Skill ?" cried Denny, looking
around excitedly. "Where is Mr. Skill 2"
lie referred to the executive, in whose
charge Capt. Morrison had left the vessel.
MIR. Skill is bound hand and foot and
gagged in the forccastle, as are several of
the men who took part with him." de-
clared Buncle with BRUTAL insolcncc.
Denny Breeze, at these words, bounded
toward the cabin, shouting:
More villainy, Capt. Morrison! Help,
help"
lie had scarcely finished this cry, when
he found himself intercepted by several
pairs of hands and numerous fingers clutch
ing his throat.
up with him, boys!" was the short but
fateful command of Buncle.
1t was in vain that Denny, realizing the
horrible intention of his enemies, essayed
to defend hmself-all in vain He was
lifted clear of the deck in an instant, and
hurled over the bulwarks into the raging
waters
AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT.
For an instant. Denny Breeze believed
that his last hour had come.
To swim, encountered with all his clothes,