The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1885-08-29

Brinkley knew by this last phenomenon
that the spray concealed the entrance of some
large subterranean cavern If any doubt had
remained on his mind it would have been dis
peeled by the appearance of solitary pigeon,
which, leaving its Companions, wavered light
ly back, flew back through the spray with a
rapid downward fight and disappeared
He was floating little nearer with an en-
ioyment deepened by the sense of danger,
when figure suddenly appeared ON the rocks
close by him, wildly waving its hands.
Keep hackl Keep back!" cried voice
He looked at the figure, and recognized
William Jones. He answered him, but the
sound of his voice was drowned by the roar
from the rocks. Then William Jones shouted
again more indistinctly, and repeated his ex-
cited gestures. 1t was clear that he was
warning the swimmer against some hidden
danger. Brinkley took the warning, and
struck out from the shore, and then back to
the place where he had left his clothes
Watching his opportunity, he found suit
able spot and clambered in upon the rocks.
He had just dried himself and thrown on
some of his clothes when he saw William
Jones standing near and watching him.
"How are your asked the young man,
with nod. ''Pray, what did you mean by
going on in that absurd way just nowT"
what did | meanp repeated William,
with little of his former excitement.
Look ye, now, was waving you back from
the Devils Caldron. There's many q man
been drownded there, and been washed away
Lord knows where. I've heerd tell,n be
added, solemnly, they're carried right down
into the devils own kitchen"
''Im much obliged to you, Mr.. Jones, but
I'm used to such dangers, and think know
how TO take care of myself"
William Jones shook his head a little an.
grily
Don't you come here no more, that's allr'
he said, and muttering ominousy to himself,
retired. But he only assembled the neighbor-
ing crag, and squatting himself there like a
bird of ill-omen, kept his eyes on the stran-
ger.
Having dressed himself, Brinkley climbed
in the same direction. He found William
seated on the edge of the crag, looking the re
verse Of amiahle, and amusing himself by
throwing stones in the direction of the sea-
You seem to know this place wellr' said
tho young man, standing over him.
William Jones replied, without looking up
u ought to; | were born here. Father
were born here. Know III wish knowN
| as well how TO make my own fortin'"
And yet they tell me, i" observed the other
watching him slyly, that William Jones Of
| Aberglyn has money in the bank, and is G
| rich manin
He saw Williams color change at once; but
recovering himself at once, the worthy gave
a contemptuous grunt, and aimed ston,
| spitefully at a large gull which just ther
foated slowly by"
who told you hdt2" he asked, glancinG
| quickly up, and then looking down again
"Some tomfool, vii no more sense in 'un THAI
that gull. Rich! | wish l was, l doI'
| Brinkley was amused, and little curious
Laughing gayly, he threw himself down by
Williams side William shifted his sea-
uneasily, and threw another stone.
MY dear Mr.. Jones, said the young man
assuming the flippant style which Matt founs
SO irritating, II have often wondered how
You get your living.n
', illiam started nervously.
you are, believe, a fisherman BY pro
fession; yet you never 60 fishing. You pos
sess boat; but YOU are seldom seen to use it
You are not. / think, of a poetical di3po
sition, yet you spend your days in watching
the water, like poet, or person in love.
conclude, very reluctantly, that your OLE
habits stick to you, and that you speculate on
tho disasters of your fellow creatures
"What dye mean, niasteTs" gruDted VII
liam, puzzled and a little alarmed by THU
style of address.
"A nice wreck, now, would admirably SUI
| your fastest A weil-laden Indiaman, smash
ing up on the reef yonder, would lend sun
shine to your existence and deepen your fai.i