The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-09
CHAPTER vi.
THE ARMS CHEST.

When Captain Benson came on deck
early next morning, the sailors were
washing down, and the ship was stretch
ing along under full breasts of canvas
A smart breeze had come OH to blow in
the middle watch. The ocean was pour
ing steadily out Of the southwest Past
the foam of the ridge abeam as the
Queen rose you could make out three
white spires, big ship bound, like the
bark, no doubt, round the Horn. The
seething blue hollows astern were FREQ
killed. with small, white sea fowl. They
had no business so far north. You meet
them cleaning over waters whose skies
are whitened by giant fields of ice. They
raced after the Queen, faultlessly mold
ing their flight to the heave of the sea,
and they filed with interest. beautiful
and living. the wide yeast of the wake
that rushed off astern, whittier and more
defined than London coaching road
The captain looked at those birds for
a few minutes and then round upon
the sea, letting his gaze rest upon the
three shining needles abeam. He now
called the mate TO him.
"How is that man who threw himself
overheard last night?"
"All right, sir, ard the mate point
ed to the fellow, who was scrubbing
with an earnest face at the deck near
the mainmast
us he safe to be at larger"
GIVE overhauled him and believe he
is, sir. The mans fair sailor and
sound enough, but he's of pious cast,
and his brain got shifted by watching
the lunatic yesterday"
"We'll bury the body at five BELLS"
said the captain.
faye, aye, sir.
The captain looked hard at the sailor
as though he reasoned within himself
whether he should call him aft and rate
him. Then, perhaps guessing that the
mate had done all that was necessary in
that way, he was rounding on the fiat
soles of his goloshes when he stopped
again and said with glance along the
poop:
Have you found anything worth
making note of at your end of the
table, sir?"
why, no, sir; since you spoke to me
on the subject l have found the people
very cautious in their conversation.
lis it to be ascertained who Captain
Trollope is?" said the captain.
"Some Of the gentlemen may know,
but will they give us the truth? There's
Mr.. Dent, sir, or some of the ladies per-
haps. "
''They have inquired of me-" inter-
rupted the captain hastily. II don't
like his looks, sir. P"
"And yet but for his nose tall, fine,
gentlemanly man, sir. i"
~ don't like his looks, sir, repeated
the captain holly, land / don't like
the looks of the man they call Masters.
While as to Mr. Caldwell"-here he
peered cautiously round--'I wouldn't
have a man with his face in my fore
CASTLE"
Mr.. Matthews let sink his head in
thought. He was puzzled by the cap
tain's suspicious, yet not more, perhaps,
than the old fellow himself was by
them. What were they to fear? A mu-
tiny of ten passengersp There could be
no mutiny where there was no author
ity. and the ten gentlemen, moreover,
seemed perfectly happy. They had
praised the ships msrsala, they eat
heartily Of the gallsy's various dishes,
they lounged in groups and talked to-
gether quietly. smoking on the quarter
deck or converting with the ladies in q
very gentlemanly way indeed. Why