The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-15

promise OF bullet ana poWuer .noy n"u
.sThey've got us. and they've got the
shin. y said Tom. "And the best thing
we can do is to keep quiet = f
Saving which, with the GOODNESS OF a
sailor used TO adventure. he pulled out
a plug of tobacco and lighted his pipe'
In few minutes bowls OF glowing CAV
endish were spangling the dusky inte'
rior like firefiies, and the flame OF the
Iamn burned in CHASTITY blue in the
fog of the smoke. =.
A silence, as though the ship herseit
s,umbered. was in the cuddy, when the
shrek of the second mate. III the grasp
of Dayenire, had slung through the cool
and steady pouring Of the wind. lmme-
diately cfterward they heard Davenires
tremendous roar to his little company
and now it was that Captain Irollope
and the three others who had the ham
ding of this part of the ship went 10
work. BuU light is the work to be done
when the workmen are savage win res
olution. when every man is armed win
n deadly weapon, and when those 10 DO
subdued are TRANQUILITY sleeping.
Each man exactly knew his station
and duty in this audacious piracy. Troll
lone, revolver in hand, sprang Tor the
captain cabin. Burn and Masters, after
securing the cuddy door and removing
the kew. dashed for the berths OF the
Dents and the Storrs, while Mr. Patrick
Weston, his twisted face purple with
the passions OF that hour, rounded 10
Mr.. Matthews cabin.
The mate had been awakened by
Pooles loud cry over his head. lie
could not distinguish the words, but he
heard a note of imminent deadly import
in the high, strained voice. lie sat up
his heart loud in his ears; then, catching
Davenire's hoarse cry, he leaped from
his bunk and was pulling on few
clothes when Weston drove III like an
electric bolt.
at is of 10 use, Mr.. Matthews,
lifting his weapon that the unfortunate
officer might see it. "We have posses
sion of the ship; the men are under
matches. Take the thing quite coolly.
It's not so BAD as shipwreck. "
He stopped to listen to somebody
screaming in cabin opposite. Almost
then the noise was heard of body tum-
bling violently down the companion
ladder, followed by a roar in Davenire' 8
voice, instantly answered by Burn.
The mate at sight Of the revolver
backed hard against the bunk and cried
family on hearing the noise outside,
"Good God, are you people numbering
us?'
"I'm not here to chat with you, Mat
thews," said Weston. Don't talk OF
murder. You are very good fellow, O
favorite with us at our end, you know,
and you shall be we'll used. But give
no trouble, I entreat you, for your own
sake, +" he added, with an ugly, express.
i've look at the firearm he grasped.
The mate saw that look by the low
fame of his bracket lamp and stood mo-
tionless and silent, his jaw slightly
dropped, his eyes starting. In silence
also Weston stepped out of his berth,
withdrawing the key from within, then
locking the door.
"I'm afraid Davenire's killed the
second mate" said Masters as Weston
briskly approached him. "There's too
much of the beast in his strength. He
flung the poor devil headlong down."
"Where is hep" interrupted Weston
Masters nodded at Caldwells cabin.
els he locked in anyhow" said Yves
ton.
AYE"
"a plague on all pity" cried Yves
ton. where's Burnt"
The fat man stepped out of berth a
this question was asked, and the sounC
of woman screaming in Mysteries fol
lowed him.
us this part ended?" said Weston.
"Oh," said Burn, cts only lock
ing up joke" and he jingled the cabil
keys in his coat pocket.
"How longs Trollope going to be?'
said Masters.
81 wish that bag would choke her
self, said Weston, with mad look
"Who is it?"
Mother Peacock" answered Burn.
"I'm sorry for the Holroyds-dooci
awkward work; found every body stark
staring wide awake" said Masters
And he exclaimed with an oath, Will
he wiped his forehead, eff it's over, it,
well over, and wouldn't have it owe
again.
Weston glanced at him with an ex
preston of disgust and suspicion.
At this instant Davenire's hurrican
voice was heard at the wheel. i
Jump for it, Burnl See what b
wants, said Weston. And as the ia
man ran with headlong hurry up tn
companion steps, Captain Trollope cam
slowly out of the commanders cabin.
A lamp always swung, burning dim
ly, all night long in the cuddy of tn
Queen. AS Trollope emerged Maste,
sprang up on chair and turned on
full fame.
"What Of the captain?" said Weston
elm afraid" answered Trollopt