St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-03-22

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with his hands clasped in the attitude of
supplication for mercy
''Ef you're thinkin' o, skippin' afore I've
done with YER" said Mott with labored gen.
tleness, Il oughter warn We that it's my style
to drop Injins at two hundred yards, and this
deck amt anywhere more'n fifty. It's an
uncomfortable style, nasty style-bu
it's my style. l thought I'd tell yer, so you
could take it easy where you air. Where's
Ferrersa"
Even in the mans insane terror, his utter
bewilderment at the question was evident.
''Ferrersl" he gasped; ''don't know him, 1
swear to God, bossn
"P'r'aps," said Mott, with infinite cunning,
yer don't know the man ez KEN into the
loft from the alley last night-p'r'aps yer
didn't see an airy 'Frenchman with dyed
mustache, Ell? l thought that would fetch
.yen' he continued, as the man started at the
evidence that his vision of last night was q
living man.
''P'r'aps," you and him didn't break into
this ship last night, jst to run off with my
darter Rosey. P'r'aps yer don't know
Rosey, Ell? P'r'aps yer don't know ez Fer
rers wants to marry her, and hez been hang
in round yer ever since he left-eha"
Scarcely believing the evidence of his
senses that the old man whose treasure he
bad been trying TO steal was utterly ignorant
OF his real offense, and yet uncertain of the
penalty 81 the other crime of which he was
accused, the Lascar writhed his body and
stammered vaguely, ''Mercy Mercy!'
"Well, - said Mott, cautiously, 'sez reckon
the hide of dead Chinee niger amt any
more vallyble than that of dead Injiu, l
don't care eff 1 let up on yer-seein' the
cussedness amt yours. But eff I let yer off
! this once you must take message to Ferrers
! from me.'
''Let me off this time, boss, and I swear to
God WILL" said the Lascar, eagerly.
eyer kin say to Ferrers-let me see"
| deliberated Mott, leaning on his rife with
cautious reflection ''Ye kin say to Ferrers
like thIs-sez you. 'Ferrers,' SEE you, the
old man seq that afore you went away you
SEE TO him, seq you, Il take my honor with
me-, seq you-have you got that?" Interrupt
| ted Mott, suddenly.
Eyes. boss"
g 4 take my honor with me- sez you,"
repeated Mott slowly. '''Now,' SEE he, that
his honor havin' run away agin' he sends it
back to him. and eff he ever ketches it around
after this, he'll shoot it on sight Hev yer
! got that!'
eyes, - stammered the bewildered captive.
''Then gt!''
The Lascar sprang to his feet with the
agility of panther, leaped through the hatch
above him, and disappeared over the bow Of
the ship with an unhestating directness that
showed that every avenue of escape had been
contemplated Dy him. Slipping lightly from
the cutwater to the ground, ne continued his
! flight, only stopping at the private office Of
Mr. Sleight.
When Mr.. Renshaw and Rosey Mott arrived
on board the Pontiac that evening they were
astonished to find the passage before the
cabin completely occupied with trunks and
boxes, and the bulk of their household goods
apparently in the process of removal. Mr..
Mott, who was experimenting the work Of
two Cinnamon, betrayed not only no surprise
at the appearance of the young people, but
not the remotest recognition of their own be-
wilderment at his occupation.
''Kalkilatin', - he remarked casually to his
| daughter, you'd rather look arter your
| fXiu's, ROsey, I've left 'em till the last.
P'r'aps yer and Mr.. Rpnshaw wouldn't mind
sittin' down on that locker until Tve strapped
this yer box.''
''But what does it all mean, father?" said
Rosey, taking the old man by the lapels of
his pea-jacket, and slightly emphasizing her
question. ''What in the name of goodness
are you doing!'
''Breakin' camp, Rosey dear; breakin'
camp, iist ez we uster,' replied Mott with
cheerful philosophy. "Kinder like ole times,
amt it! Lord, Rosey," he continued, stop
ping and following up the Renaissance, with
the end OF the rope in his hand as if it were
clue. Don't ye mind that day we started
outer Livermore Pass, and seed the hull o.
ii, J.,
But don't We be skeered, Rosey dear" he
added quickly, as if in recognition of the
alarm expressed in her face. Il amt turn
ing We outer house and home; I've jist hired
that 'ere Madrono cottage from the Peters
ontil We kin look round"
But you're not leaving the ship, father?"
continued Rosey, mpetuously. "You haven't
sold it 10 that man Slei ght!"
Mr.. Mott rose and carefully closed the cabin
door. Then drawing large wallet from his
pocket, he said: ''It's singular ye should hev
got the name right the first pop, amt it,
Rosey. But it's Seight, sure enough, all the
time. This yer check" he added, proiuc-
ing paper from the depths of the wallet
This yer check for SIS, 600 is wot he paid
for it only two hours ago.
But" said Reushaw, springing TO his
feet furiously, you're duped, swindled,
betrayed"
Young man." said Mott, throwing a GER
tain dignity into his habitual gesture OF plac-
! ing his hands on Renshaws shoulders. Il
| bought this yer ship five years ago. jist eZ
she stood for $4,000. Kalkilatiu' wot
she cost me in repairs and taxes, and wot she
brought me in since then accordin' to my
fggerin', l don't call clear profit of SIS, 600
much of a swinde.'
Tell him all,n said Rosey, quickly, more
alarmed at Renshaw's despairing face than at
the news itself. ''Tell him everything, Dick
Mr.. Renshaw; it may not be too late"
In voice half choked with passionate in
dignation, Renshaw hurredly repeated the
story Of the hidden treasure and the plot to
rescue it, prompted frequently by Rosey's
tenacious memory and assisted by Rosey's
deft and tactful explanations. But. to their
surprise, the imperturbabe countenauce of
Ahner Mott never altered; slight moisture
Of kindly paternal tolerance of their extrav-
agahce gisteued in his little eyes, but moth
ing more.
Ell there was part o. this ship, plank,
or bolt ez l don't know, ez / hewitt touched
with my own band, aud looked into it with
nv own eyes, thar might be suthn' in that
story. / don t let on to be sailor like you,
but ez know the ship ez boy knows his
hrst boss, ez q woman knows her first babby,
| reckon thar amt no treasure yer, onless it
was brought into the Pontiac last night by
them chaps
But are you mad Sleight would not pay
three times the value Of the ship to-day If he
we're not positive, And that positive kuowl-
edge was gained last night By the villain who
broke into the Pontiac-no doubt the Las
car"
Surely said Mott, meditstively "The
Lascsr! There's suthin in that. That Las
car fastened down in the hold last night
unbekuownst to You, Mr. Reushaw, and let