San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-01-31

tain Trollope.
"Of a man of war;" Kissed AIRY.
There's no man of-war down here, I"
said Captain Trollope. "We shall be
out of this ship in the inside Of fort
night, the booty distributed, and every
man on his own hook, hope"
How much are we to get out of the
job?' said William.
eff it's put SO. I'm done," shouted
the Dane. Touching it'll be hanging.
Gil me that paper William asks for, and
I'll work for you.
"You shall have it" said Captain
Trollope after pause. "Now go for
ward and keep quiet and do what you re
told. This is to be laughter loving
ship. No groans are to be heard aboard
the Queen"
Trollope stopped and whistled. "By
Georgep said he, WE'VE forgotten old
Benson"
"No ceremony, hope" said Dave
nire.
IAN old sailor, gentle toss, and the
song of the bubbles he makes shall he
his requiem, exclaimed Captain Troll
lope.
"a very pretty fancy" said Mr..
Weston. "Shall we bury him in his
haiti"
"And make Quaker of a church
mann" said Masters, who, speaking
those words, paced off to the wheel and
stood beside Shannon, looking at the
card.
''It's deuced unlucky that this wind
should be heading us" said Trollope,
waking out Of some moody fit Of mus
ing and addressing Davenire, who lean
ed to leeward next him. eff it draws
another point more easterly, we must
bout ship"
"When are the watches to be set
tled?" said Davenire.
whenever the men like Suppose
we say now, at once" exclaimed Troll
lope. 'It's not the custom, believe,
but it'll be convenient in our case, for
some must keep the deck while the rest
eat, and watch should be set"
He beckoned to Caldwell and called
to the rest Mr.. Johnson stepped out of
the galley to listen and observe what
passed. Eight of the ten assembled ON
the poop, Johnson being forward and
Shannon at the wheel.
"Lay aft, you two menu sang out
Trollope to the seamen, who loafed
with an air of discomfort and uncertain
ty in the forecastle door. "We're going
to divide ourselves into watches, and
want you with lis. ;"
Were too few for 'em," said Will
liam, moving at once, ''and they means
to reward us.
''By Peter" muttered the Dane, fol-
lowing in his wake. "I'd not stir'a hand
for the villain if it wasn't for that tam
big scoundrel who is stronger than any
travelling giant that ever / saw i'll my
native land or elsewhere, and who
would smash me like cockroach soon
as look at me- "
When they got upon the poop, ten
men stood together. Trollope removed
himself little way and said: ''The
two seamen shall know how it stands
with us. I'm captain, not because Pm
a sailor, but because I'm navigator.
''As good sailor as that little chap
there, Trollope," said Davenire, point
ing to the Dane.
"Stop till brag, SIR" exclaimed
Harry with shrug, very pale and very
uneasy as he gazed at the hard, resolved
faces about him.
''Mr. Davenire is mate, 4" continued
Trollope, land Mr.. Shannon'-he look
ed round at the wheel and Shannon nod.
ded, hearing him-''will head the star
board watch. Every man stands his
trick saving myself. Should Mr.. Shan
non have the helm, stand his watch.
Now, gentlemen, will you divide your
selves, or shall choose out two
watches?"
"Choose us out" said Caldwell.
So to the port watch there went Mark
Davenire, Dixie Caldwell. Peter John
son, Isaac Cavendish and William. The
starboard watch was composed of Walter
Shannon, Paul Hankey, Patrick Yves
ton, Alexander Burn, Sampson Masters
and Harry. Trollope, by heading the
port watch, balanced the working
strength of the two parties. In fact,
the ship was as strongly manned as she
had been under Benson, saving that
these men were by no means all of them
sailors.
"Toss for first watch on deck" said
Trollope.
sWilliam grinned; even Harry seemed
to find something to interest him in all
this.
"Heads for the port watch" called
Davenire, pulling out half crown. he
spun the coin ten feet high, caught it
with smack of fists that sent shudder
through AIRY the Dane, and it was for
the port watch to keep the deck.
Plenty for the day was to be found
in the stewards pantry, and to a hand
some meal got out of that plenty the
starboard watch sat down, Trollope III
Captain Benson's chair, Peter johnson,
despite his being in the port watch, in
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