San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-02-07
The : SUNDAY : LIGHT.
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1897.


liver, but loved him."
He stretched forth his hand and took
bottle quarter full of brandy. Han
key left him. Davenire stood at the sky
light watching Burn drink. He seemed
amused by his expression of face. The
other did not know he was watched and
grimaced with emotion at his trem-
bling glass.
None of the Others returned to their
merrymaking. They lighted their pipes
and wandered about the decks, here and
there one with a little stagger. Cald-
well had relieved William at the wheel,
but the ship was wildly off her course or
up in the wind, nearly in irons, again
and again, in the short time he grasped
the spokes. His hand shook. He num-
bled violent words as he drove the helm
this way, then that, trying to fix shiv-
er in the weather leeoh of the main
royal, leaving the topgallant sail be-
meath full and steady as alabaster, to
no purpose. He yelled out, "Some man
relieve mep and Shannon took the
wheel.
But the ship ran away with him, and
Hankey found his eye little too fixed
to keep the lubber's point straight at
the mark; so without reference to the
watches on deck or watches below Har-
ry was shouted for, and the Dane, still
ostentatiously bandaged, came rolling
along the deck.
Trollope, whose head was perfectly
cool in spite of his having drunk cham
payne enough to drown cat in, having
occasion to enter Benson's cabin, OBJ
served a slight fall in the mercury in
the barometer He surveyed it curious
ly and anxiously, then returned on deck.
Caldwell" he exclaimed, ''you
have the key?'
Eyes, was the answer.
"Give it to the Dane. 1t must go
with the wheel man."
Caldwell, with pipe in his mouth,
gloomy and muddled and vicious, lurch-
ed over to Harry, and, pulling out the
key of the Storrs' cabin, said, "Take
it,
"What do / want with that?" said
the Dane, looking at the key as if it
had been the revolver he had lately seen
Mr.. Caldwell kill man with.
''Put it in your pocket and give it to
the next person who relieves you, !"
growled Caldwell
81 do not want to have anything to
do with keys and dot like" said Harry,
forgetting the purity of his English in
his alarm. "Who was locked up where
that key belongs? Was he dead man?
I don't like to NEEDLE with it," and he
violently shook his bandaged head.
''Take this key, you blistered little
foreigner, before l cram it into your
gullet," shouted Caldwell, furious in a
moment, forcing the key into the breast
of the Danes shirt.
st was unholy," yelled Harry.
"You have no right to make me do it.
What was the key to me? He was
bloody for all l know, and may be
hanged for murder as we'll as piracy"
and whipping the key out of his breast
he flung it in an ecstasy of terror and
superstition overheard.
''Keep your hands off him, Caldwell.
You'll dismast the ship" roared Troll
lope, rushing toward the helm.
"He shall lose his ears" exclaimed
Caldwell, looking at the Dane. SIS
there a pair of shears aboard? Fetch
'em. Who'll fetch 'em3"
San insolent scoundrel, SO help meP
said Trollope. scowling at Harry, but
generally addressing the four or five
men who had assembled aft. "Yet, be-
ing done, isn't it best as it is. y
$50 it is" said Weston, though
AIRY must be hanged within the next
hour.
1.-The key was going to be trouble,
said Trollope. 81 think you need only
stoop sternward at the cabin door to
send it flying. / am satisfied. Never
theless should advise this Danish mule
Of a man to be careful" He darted a
fiery glance at Harry, then grasped
Caldwell by the arm, and the knot of
men moved some distance forward.
"What says the glass?" asked John
son.
IA fall, answered Trollope.
''There seems no weather in this
sky said johnson, first looking up
and then searchingly around the hori-
zon. "a bells mouth isn't clearer
edge than that circle. How far off d'you
make the isiand?"
Sat noon, 700 miles about But it's
blowing nearly dead on end for us now.
/ shall hold ON through the night on
this tack, as we want southing. If the
wind shifts, so much the bettor. "
"I'm rather bothered by these reefs, A."
he went on, stopping abreast CT the aft
er skylight to pick up the volume b
had brought from Benson's cabin
They're represented here as right in
the road of the island and approaching
it from the north. "
He put his finger on a tracing upon
thin yellow paper. "See here what the
compiler of this volume says: The
Proudfoot bank. These shoals, lying
north of Halloran island. latitude SO
degrees 8 minutes south, longitude 100