San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-03-07

mate had a heart or OAK, Dut ne war
new to this sort of business and could
not but spring back from this onslaught
OF that great figure, terrible with the
heavy capstan bar he swung. In another
moment the poor fellow would never
have needed to sign articles any more
for living. He was saved by Dave
hires foot in his white, blind heat strik-
ing the revolver that Caldwell had hurl-
ed at the commander. 1t tripped him,
and he was flung He fell headlong,
with all his own and the weight of the
massive beam he grasped. Then the
mate, yelling for help, leaped upon him.
Three seamen tumbled upon the pros
trate giant, yet it took the united
strength of those four men to secure the
herculean Mr.. Mark Davenire. At ev-
cry wrestling heave and furious motion
Of his muscular mass Of body he slung
one or another. making them leap as a
man springs from the side Of capsized
boat. But numbers must prevail Mat
thews gripped him with both hands by
the throat and was strangling him,
while the seamen were making help
less bale of the huge robber by turn up
on turn of rope round his arms and body
and legs.
There was no more noise Of firearms
after Davenire was secured. Trollope,
Weston, Shannon and Hankey, with
their backs against the bulwarks in the
gangway, were making a magnificent
stand when the commander, having
dropped Mr.. Caldwell into the steersge,
looked round from the hatchway at the
quarter deck scene Of struggle. Davenire
was even then being bound. and the
mate knelt upon him with his hands
upon his throat. You might have heard
the groans of the wounded men above
the cries and curses of the seamen as
they hacked and hewed at the four gen.
tlemen against the bulwarks, not wish
ing to shoot them and not able to sub
due them. All four men had managed
to wrench cutlasses out of the grasp of
their opponents, and they made light
ming in the air with these weapons az
they struck in return, lunging and par
rying. or letting drive the singing bows
of the boarder, Trollope was scarcely
recognizable for a wound In his head.
Some hand had early laid his cheek
open, and his linen coat was drenched
with blood and his left arm was GRIM
son as he raised 1t. 1t was wicked,
miserable scene, lifted to no height Of
heroism-though the devil knows it
lacked not that quality-because of the
character of the villains. Boldock, gaz-
ing a moment. never could have imag-
ined anything to surpass that picture Of
savage resistance.
Surrender he roared, rushing to-
ward the six or seven men who were
swinging handspikes and cutlasses at
the four. "We don't want your lives,
but you're our prisoners-you must be
our prisoners! Surrender. you scoun.
drelsp"
As he Numbered out those words
pistol was fired behind him, and with
groan the unhappy Trollope let fall his
outlass. His blood soaked arm sank
slowly, a piteous expression swan into
his eyes as he turned them upon the
commander, death whitened him and
made very CHASTITY by contrast of hue
the wound that bled in his head, and he
fell sinking ON to his knees, next
stretching his length.
When Weston saw this, he flung his
cutlass high in the air and folded his
arms. He was Immediately collared by
couple of seamen and Mr.. Hankey was
at the same instant knocked down.
"If it must be, it must be-" Shannon
painted. dropping his weapon and stick
ing his hands into his pockets and look
ing at the body of Trollope. He, too,
was promptly seized, and the three men
were walked off to the hatch and drop
ped below.
sect the irons, Trivett" shouted the
commander. 81 suppose there are irons
aboard this ship. Who killed that MANI"
And he pointed to the body of Trollope.
"It was the Dane, SIR" answered one
of the seamen of the Queen. This poor
fellow could scarcely speak, nearly the
whole of his front teeth having been
knocked out.
1.-THE accursed little foreigner ex-
claimed the commander, almost losing
his roasted looks in the sudden paling
heat of his wrath. ~ will have him in
dicted for murder He shall hang for
it'll What's become Of the little dog"
he cried, looking round him. Then, his
sight going to the three wounded sea-
men near the hatchway, he called to
Mr.. Matthews and told him to order
some men to lift them and carry them
carefully forward to their beds and to
accompany them, that he might report
their condition. The first man they han
died was poor fellow wounded to
death. They raised him. He was Tom,
the poor sailor that had jumped over.
board. He was favorite in the forecas-
tie despite his queer views and love Of
argument and faint of harmless mad
ness. poor Tomb said the men as
they lifted him. He gave single strug-