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

along the deck.
Trollope, whose head was perfectly
cool in spite of his having drunk cham
payne enough to drown a cat in, having
occasion to enter Benson's cabin, OBJ
served a slight fall in the mercury IL
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 &C
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 I 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 manr
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.
cit was unholy," yelled Harry.
"You have no right to make me do it.
What was the key TO me? He was
bloody for all know, and L 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. els
there a pair Of shears aboard? Fetch
'em. Who'll fetch 'em?"
''An insolent scoundrel, so help mer'
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. f"
$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 man to be careful" He darted
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.
"A 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 island?"
"At noon, 700 miles about But it's
blowing nearly dead on end for us now.
l shall hold on through the night on
oh'o tpSht oo NO Wdib SOutDluH. IL Gu6
wind shifts, so much the better"
'I'm rather bothered by these reefs"
he went on, stopping abreast of the aft
er skylight to pick up the volume he
had brought from Bensons cabin.
They're represented here as right in
the road of the island and approaching
it from the north"
He put his finger Oh 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 80
degrees minutes south, longitude 100
degrees minutes west, form part Of q
large number of dangerous islands,
which have at different times been re.
ported on what has been called the vol.
canic region Of the south Pacific. Lieu.
tenant Jones obtained enormous depths
in their vicinity. Captain Wilkes is re.
ported to have carefully sought for
them. The fact u.s." said Trollope,
keeping his finger upon the chart in
the book, "they are what the Yankees
would call sorter doubtful; hence am
for plenty of southing and Wrestling 40
as to make the island from the south.
ward"
There was promise of lifeless sun. |
set. The sky rose pale to the mastheads.
The gold Of the sun was faint, and the
light he made misty. The breeze had |
slackened, but still held the bark ON a
taut bowline. The falls of water along.
side had. a greasy pote-sure sign of a
spell Of quiet.
Trollope did not know what to make
OF it. He went below and again looked
at the barometer and found no further
fall. The fellows, saving Burn. were
upon the poop. The starboard watch
had come round, and Mr.. Hankey had
relieved William at the wheel.
1.-The glass is no liar" said Capta;n
Trollope to Davenire and one or two
others who stood near, while he looked
up at the canvas soaring in sheets of
light sallow into the yellow sky. "We,u
ease her OF her small fails and that biy
main course before it comes ON dark
What d'you savpu