Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-08-06
The Story of a Wreck.
Thrilling and Romantic Account of
 q Mutiny at Sea.
BY W, CLARK RUSSELL

aft before raise the splash, because if this matter is not ship-shape and car ried out cleverly, the man, whoever he may be, that takes the wheel will be set thinking, and then get @n to talk ing. Now, not the shadow of a sus- picion must attend this. "
 "May tell you how think the man who is steering can be deceivedP"
 "By all means"
 She fixed her eyes on the sea and said:
 "I must ask some questions first. When you come on deck, will it be the boatswain's or the carpenters turn to go down-stairs?"
 "The carpenters. He must be turned in before I move."
 And will the same man be at the wheel who steered the ship during the carpenters watchP''
 "No. He will be relieved by a man out of the port watch"
 "Now, I understand. What I think Is, that the man who comes to take the other one's place at the wheel ought to see the boatswain as he passes along the deck. The boatswain should stand talking with you in full sight of this man-that is, near the wheel, if the night is dark-so that he can hear his voice, if he can not distinguish his face; and when all is quiet in the fore part of the ship, then you and he should walk away and stand yonder," point ing, as she spoke, to the creak of the poop.
 listened to her with interest and curiosity.
 "Some one must then creep up and stand beside you, and the boatswain must instantly slip away and hide him. self The case of nails ought to be ready in one of those boats; you and the person who takes the boatswain's place must then go to the boat, and one of you, under pretense of eXamin- ing her, must get the box of nails out on to the rails ready to be pushed over- board Then the newcomer must crouch among the shadows, and glide away off the poop, and when he is gone, you must push the box over into the sea and cry out"
 ''The plot IS perfectr' I exclaimed, struck not more by its ingenuity than the rapidity with which it had been conceived. "There is only one draw back-who will replace the bosonp Il dare not trust the steward"
 You will trust me?" she said.
 could not help laughing as I as- serted: You do not look like the bosom"
 "Oh, that is easily done," she re- piled, slightly blushing, and yet look ing at me bravely. 'sIf he will lend me a suit of his clothes, will put them on."
 To spare her the slightest feeling of embarrassment, said:
 ''Very well, Miss Robertson. It will be little masquerading, that is all. I will give you a small sou westcr that will hide your hair-though even that precaution should be unnecessary, for if the night is not dark the adventure must be deferred" :"
 "It is settlcdw she exclaimed, with her eyes shining. "Come! l knew I should be able to help. You will ar range with the boatsw ain, and let me know the hour you fix upon, and what signal you will give me to steal up on deck and place myself near you"
 "1ou are the bravest girl in the world! You are fit to command a ship!" l emphatically affirmed
 She smiled as she answered.: "A true sailors compliment, MT. Royle." Then, with sudden sigh and a wonderful change of expression, making her beauty a sweet and graceful symbol of the evcr-changing sea, she cried, look ing at her father:
 May God protect us and send us safely home! dare not think too much. 1 hope without thinking. Oh, 1 Royle, how shall you feel when we are starting for dear England? This time will drive me mad to remember"