The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-20
COPYRIGHT. 1899. BY TIE Aurnos.

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continuing to sing and grinning. Mas
tiers walked TO the companion hatch.
"What do you want with me tina
you stare like that?'' said Caldwell
looking up at Masters, who had walked
to his side. Then turning to Weston
he said very audibly, "Has he gonS
mad?"
''It was understood" said Masters
in voice so strained as to be pain tC
the ear with its tension of nerve and
stretch of passion, "when we engaged
in this adventure that there was to be
no bloodshed. Caldwell, you murdered
girl. Burn, he almost shrieked, II
have found it out from Davenire. That's
the secret. The rest of 'em know it.
This villain murdered poor helpless
girl. "
In silence Caldwell sprang to his feet
and, lurchng back, aimed a blow az
Masters. Tho heavy fist caught the
| young fellow on the side Of the head
and knocked him, with stupid look on
his white face, againsta cabin bulkhead.
But for the swing of the ship at the in
fair between the eyes ana a crusher.
None Of that not among gentle
men; not in this time of luck" yelled
Trollope, seeing Masters pull off his
coat. There's wine in this. Sleep over
it. Turn III, Masters. You re no match
for that man whose soul in wrath is a
fiend's. Turn in. -
M, horJ o,,J ,r;.I, a. 1oo1-
Of hellish malice i'll his scowling black
face, Caldwell was waiting TO plant
second blow, waiting till the other had
freed his arms. The rest, seeing what
was to happen, sprang from their seats,
and, clamorous with wine and good in
tentions, tumbled between the two.
''This isn't the highway, Dixie"
shouted Cavendish.
CLEAR out, Masters, and cool your
blood at the head pump" bawled Shan
non.
IF it's to be business between you,
let us remember that we are gentle
men," said Hankey.
Isn't he a little particular for q
man who left his knife in baker body
at Ballarat and forgot to call for it?''
roared Davenire in thunder through the
skylight.
HE was in love with the girl" said
Burn, heavily elbowing Caldwell
against the table to keep him off his
friend. lyon can't fight in this way.
He's no match for you, Dixie. D'you
know that-that you keep all on squar-
ing? He'll give you atisfaction-hey,
Sam? We're all men of HONOR
III fight him with my fists. I'll
fight him with handspikes, with pistols.
III Kill that savage beast with any
weapon he chooses to name" screamed
Masters, whose ear was bleeding.
This was sudden tragic reality. 1t
struck into the fumes in the mems
brains and cleared them as blast Of
wind shoots smoke from room.
WHO says Sam was in cove with the
girl:' exclaimed Captain Trollope
He didn't know her before we sailed,
and he may have spoken to her twice
since.
He mustn't call Names" said Han
key, looking darkly through his coal
black, bristling whiskers at Masters.
Savage baast Is tall language, north or
south. -
A savage, nurderous beast" cried
Masters, ''to throw q defenseless girl
overheard, you black hearted bastard!
1 say, you fellows, think of it-a young
girl helpless in the grip of that ruffian.
D'you see the picture, you fellows
Shannon there bowling at the lib boom
end to make clear deck for this MUIR
derer?''
II say, Trollope," exclaimed Cald.
well, grinding the words out of his
swollen throat through his teeth, "I'll |
not kill this manikin with my hands.
1t shall have a chance. I'll shoot it."
There were two in the job" roared |
Davenire in the skylight. 81 was 10th
or, Sampson. ~
"You shall answer for it, you butch.
err, when I've done with him." answer
ed Masters leveling his fist at Caldwell.
Davenire, framed to the waist by the |
skylight. swayed, hands on hips, with a |
sudden roar, as if he would split his |
sides.
II suppose it must be as you say,
exclaimed Trollope, eying
Masters with face of cold, contemptu-
Gus pity.
Masters, turn in, man, and sleep it |
of, cried Shannon.
Making no answer, Masters stepped |
straight into his cabin, the door of |
which he shut behind him. Shannon |
laughed, imagining that the young fel.
low meant to carry out his recommen-
dation. Some of the others stared at one
another little oddly and blankly. Cald-
well stood by the table, leaning upon
it, breathing heavily. He looked up at
Davenire and exclaimed:
"What does the whelp want to bully
me for? 1t was done for the general
good-for his good, therefore. What was
the woman to him2 Or is the whining
idiot tired of his life?''
Just when he spoke those words Mas
ters emerged from his cabin. He may
or may not have heard the speech of
the gloomy, black browed man. He