The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-09-07
CHAPTER vIII.
PLOTTING.

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you like to name shall be yours if you
are successful Harold Carrington's
voice was strained and eager as he gazed
into the face Of his companion.
Done. ay. What man has done, man
may do. But twill be q risk. that l
wain't gainsay; still John Sholto's not
the one to mind that, let alone it's every
ones duty to help naybur out o bit
o trouble. I'll stand by'ee, sir, and hang
the money"
John Sholto's keen little dark eyes
sparkled, but not with greed. There
was rough franHmess in his face, as
well as his speech, that told Harold he
might be trusted Besides, he had the
daring and love of adventure innate in
all west countrymen "Capt. jack" as
he was Familiarity called along the coast,
had made many wild and dangerous
journey, that had nothing to do with
herring or 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, them" said Harold, in the
same low tones, producing leathern
bag from the breast Of his coat. But
would rather pay You now; one never
knows what may happen. In case of
success, it will have been fairly earned;
in case of failure, the same," turning
paler and his hand trembling slightly,
s'for you viii have done your best.
There are FIVE hundred pounds in this
bag in gold and notes. If all goes well I
will make it FIVE hundred more.
Capt. Jacks eyes grew round and he
gasped for breath. A thousand poundsl
That were prize worth winning, in
deed. There was, as he had said, no
free trade worth the naming carried
on along the coast now; still, here and
there skipper, with daring enough,
occasionally made a small private ven
ture of his own.
But the profits on q few boxes of
cigars, bale of CANDY silk handker-
chiefs or a keg of raw spirits, secured at
infinite risk and trouble, seemed to sink
into beggarly insignifcance all at once.
A thousand pounds Why, he was
made man for life. Buxom Molly Trelu-
sa, the widowed landlady Of the Blue
Boar at Penzance, would easily be
brought to reason then, and he would
leave sea going, and settle down as
mime host" in his own snug parlor,
with hot rum and water, and tobacco
galore.
Though Capt. Jack still loved advent
ure, he was not SO young as he once had
been, and the prospect of a peaceful har-
Dor in which to lay to at the end of his
life was attractive.
| All these thoughts fitted rapidly
through his mind. Then he struck his
horny, tar ingrained fist on the locker
with a force that made the bottle and
glass ring together, and Pixy, the black
cat, spring, with bristling coat, away
! from the fire.
ssTm your nan--and here's my hand
ont. What Jack sholto says-he means.
/ If the 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 just inside the bay, and the
moon rises about midnight. Be here at
that time, and leave the rest to me-"
'.Why not now-at onceT' Harold's
tones were full Of anxiety. "Need we
waltz
"Muss" growled Sholto, in his beard.
COR it would ha' suited me well enough
| to be off before this, can tell zee. But
the Gibbs going out, and could not bring
her past the Devils Teeth in such pitch
black night. 1t was all Ieould do to get
into the bay"
Have you man on board you can
trust?7 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 bit too much
about each other; they main't play US
false, never fear" said Capt. Jack, with
a knowing smile.
'sYou can tell them they shall be well
paid for their help" said Harold; ssand
now - till tomorrow - farewell, my
friend"
lie turned 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 into her hands.
Shall wake him? I will if ZEE like.
It WANT be any harm now he's slept SO
long she whispered, peering into Har-
| old'5 face with her sunken eyes.
mo, 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"
Tho old woman nodded assent. and
| drew back into the cottage When she
was once more alone she crouched down
before the hearth, her face buried in her
hands, motionless and silent save for the
| few muttered, disconnected words which
escaped her toothless, puckered 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 'en day and night.
Mebbe shan't sec EN- no more now.
"A life for a life;' ay, but if / save one,
h0y theas Thasa drowned sa4as wi