Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1893-07-06

factory conversation between Captain
Fox and his lieutenant they went on
deck, where they found the rudder In
good working order, and the men loung-
Ing about the hot decks, while tho OFF,
GERS smoked, and wondered among
themselves what this conduct on the
part OF the skipper" meant.
The men and officers Of the Wanderer
had so much confidence In the foresight
and daring OF their leader, that they but
seldom talked among themselves as to
the nature Of any move that Fox did not
explain In advance.
So far, he had done by them exactly
as he had promised, and they had
every reason to believe that their good
luck, and the captains good MANAGE
ment, would continue for many day to
come.
There was not O man on the ship,
from Don, the cabin boy, to the captain,
with the one exception of Ralph Dem
ham, now incapable OF reasoning, that
ever thought that the Wanderer was
bound for New York when she left Sag
Harbor
The men did not know where they
were going nor did they particularly
care, so that they were on the move
with some object to gain, or, In lieu OF
that, Of danger in view.
With the exception of Frenauld, the
officers were nearly as coarse and
brutal-looking as the men, but they
fully appreciated the value Of good con-
duct on shore, and OF silence, or ret
icence, when those qualities were
found necessary, to hide the defects Of
their early training.
Three times, during the afternoon,
Fox and Frenauld visited the little
gem of cabin in which Ralph Denham
lay, still unconscious.
Once they administered to him q
small glass of wine, with few drops Of
the green, sweet, soporific drug in it,
and one drop of colorless fluid which
Frenaud declared was sufficient to de-
stroy the will-power Of giant for
four and-twenty hours.
A few hours after dark the captain 3
gig was lowered, and into 1t got Fren-
auld and three men, all carrying their
arms and considerable bundles.
The rowers and the officer In COM
mand followed, the hooks were slipped
out, and, at low command from the
officer In the stern sheets, the oars
dropped into place, caught the water
like one blade, and the gig sped away
for the cliffs, beneath which fire had
been burning for some time.
Frenauld and his men landed near
the fire, where they found an old In
dian, sent there by Uncas, awaiting
them.
The gig returned at once to the ship,
anchor was weighed, and the Wanderer
stood out to sea, but she did not sail in
the direction of the port of New York.
Frenauld did not at all relish the mis-
sion on which he was SENT but he came
in obedience to an order that he could
not disobey if he would. When de-
llvered, this order met his warm appro-
val, for he had great faith in his captain,
whose unapproachably brilliant talents
as villain won his esteem, and at times
excited his envy. But when Frenauld,
sitting by the shore, saw through the
darkness, like a vanishing star, the
ships lights dropping down the hori-
IONS rim, his spirits also fell.
Bidding the sailors spread their
blankets and go to sleep, Frenauld lit
cigar, and handing the old Indian
another, he invited him to draw up to
tie fire.
The Indian could not speak very good
English but as he succeeded in making
himself clearly understood, we shall
not attempt to reproduce his dialect, or
rather his broken speech.
Lighting his cigar, the Indian, who
said his name was "Old Somonk,"
squatted on his launches, and across
the little fire, whose Pickering flames
threw unequal lights on their faces,
they stared at each other.
"Uncas sent you here, said Frenauld,
more for the sake of talking than with
any hope Of getting desirable informa-
ton.
ugh, Uncas, replied Old Somonk,
and he seemed to blow the words with
a jet of smoke from his puckered lips
in the direction of the young officer.
"Uncas is great chief"
Ugh; Uncas big sachem, grunted
Old Somonk.
Got wife,"
mo; no wife"
why doesn't fine looking man like
Uncas get "a wife?"
Don't know; mebbe don't want one.
"Ah, like enough. Strange that that
hadn't struck me as possible reason
before, said Frenauld, taking an I'M
usually long pull at his cigar, and COM
ing to the conclusion that Old Somonk
was not as much OF fool after all.
when is Uncas to come here2" asked
Frenauld, looking up at the black sky
as he asked the question, as II it were
quite possible for the answer to come
from that quarter.
zone sun more, tomorrow.
What are we to do in the meantime?"
Old Somonk slightly elevated his
shoulders, but his face gave not the
slightest sign of interest as he grunted:
Don't know"
THAT is very consoling. OF course
you know the country hereabouts very
well?"
Born here" was the reply, with
preliminary grunt.
Looks as If he might have been born
before there was any such place as
this, said Frenauld, soto voce; then
aloud, you are going to remain with US
until Uncas comes.
az no, no., said Old Somonk, with
decided emphasis.
The old Harry! then how long will
you stay?"
when young Somonk, my son, be
come, then go home to squaw."
And so this old mummy, with a skin
like pump tongue, has got wife and
a son. The squaws initiate their white |
sisters in having strange tastes, NUT