Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-07-26
CHAPTER VIII.
PLOTTING.

are successful" Harold Carrington'a
voice was strained and eager as he gazed
into the face Of his companion.
Done! Gy. What mal has done, man
may do. But twill be risk, that
WANT gcinsay; still John Sholto's not
the one to mind that, let alone it's every
ones duty Il help a naybur out O bit
o trouble. I'll stand by'ee, sir, and hang
the money"
John Sholto's keen little dark eyes
spGrkied, bnt not with greed. There
was rough franlzne3s IN his face, as
well rs his speech, that told Harold he
might be trusted, Besides, he had ,Ge
daring and love Of adventure innate il
all west countrymen. Capt. Jack" as
he was faniharly called along the coast,
had made many wild and dangerous
journey, that had nothing to do With
herring OF pilchard fishing; and his
smack, the Lively Fanny, was one of the
best built and fastest to be found from
the Lands End to the Lizard.
agreed, then" said Harold, in the
same low tones, producing lcathe1n
/ bag from the breast Of his coat. But l
would rather pay YOU ROW; one never
knows what may happen, In case Of
success, it viii have been fairly earned;
in case Of failure, the same" turning
paler and his hand trembling slightly,
for you will have done your best
There are five hundred pounds in this
bag il gold and notes. If al goes well I
will make it five hundred more"
Capt. Jacks eyes grew round and he
gasped for breath. 4 Thousand pounds!
That were prize worth winning, il
deed. There was, as he had said, 10
free trade" worth the naming carried
O. along the coast now; still. here and
there 4 skipper, with daring enough
occasionally made z small private ven
ture q bis own.
But the ITroit9 on u few boxes Of
cigars, q Lalo Of gaudy silk handker-
chiefs CT q key Of raw spirits, secured at
infinite risl, and trouble, seemed to sink
into beggarly insignifcance all at once.
a Thousand pounds! Why, he was a
made man f0r life. Buxom Molly Trelu-
So, the widowed landlady of the Blue
Boar st Penzance, would easily be
brought to reaso1 then, and he would
leave sea 4gitg, and settle down as
mine hos and 49, own snng parlor,
with hot Iy.a and water, and tobacco
galore.
Though Capt. jack still loved advent
u1c, he was not 50 young as he once had
been, ail4 tae prospect of a peaceful har-
bcr ii which to lay to at the end of lis
life vas attractive.
All these thoughts fitted rapidly
through his mind. Then he struck his
horny, tar iasra;Eai fist on the locker
with a force that made the hottie and
glass ring together, and Pixy, tho black
Cat, spring, with bristling coat, away
from the FIRE.
I'm your man-and here's my hand
ont. What Jack Sholto says-he means.
If TIE thing is to be done--it shall be
done"
Good, then. But when? Every mo-
ment Of delay means danger" responded
Harold, pointing to the door in the wall,
and holding up a warning finger.
Tomorrow night, if you like. The
smack is inst inside the bay, and the
moon rises abo-5t midnight. Be here at
that time, and leave the rest to me-"
"Why not now-at once?' Harolds
tones were full of anxiety. Need we
waltz"
Must" growIed Sholto, in his beard.
"Or it would ha' suited me well enough
to be of before this, can tell zee. But
the Gibbs going out, and could not bring
her past tie Devils Teeth in such pitch
black night. 1t WAS al Icould do to get
into the bay"
Have you man on board you can
trUst?' pursued Harold earnestly. EVERY
thing, after all, depends on that"
Say, two-good plucked 'uns, father
and son. They've sailed wi me this
twelve year. We know Il bit too much
about each other; they main't play us
false, never fear" said Capt. Jack, with
a Knowing a.a-ile.
"You can tell them they shall be well
paid for their help" said Harold; "and
now-till tomorrow = farewell, my
friend"
He turn9d to Dinah, who came slowly
forward into the light, holding UP the
horn lantern to guide him out, and after
a few whispered words pressed some
gold pieces iato her hands.
Shall l wake him? l will if zee like
1t WANT be any harm now he's slept so
long" she whispered, pecring into Har-
ODDS face with her sanken eyes.
'No, you needn't trouble" Harold's
voice was cold and hard. "Only tell
him, when he wakes, that all is ready
and the time, - tomorrow night"
The old woman nodded assent, and
drew back into the cottage. When she
was once moro alone shs crouched down
before the hearth, her face buried in her
hands, Inotionlcss and silent save for the
few muttered, disconnected words which
escaped her tootllIess, prcke1ed mouth.
ga life for life;; ay, that's what the
book says. shut my ears and wudna
listen; but them words has been written
in fire. I've seen 'em day and night.
Mabbe I shanHt see 'ern no more now.
a lie fog life ay, but if save one,
how then? Them drowned faces wi
their staring eyes, mebbe / WANT see
those either, and my old bones VIII rest
peaceful when [ de lie spoke kind to
lae, the bonny ch.el; his face was like
my Ben'g;" she rocked herself to and
fro in the silent agony Of despair, OF
which the old cottage walls had been SO
often the dumb witnesses.
Suddenly Fixy gave low hiss and a
! crowl and leaped on to her shoulder.