Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-09-11

again locked up In the engine room.
The captain had a couple of revolvers al
had thrown overload, SO that, even IL dis
posed to, we could hardly cope with him,
although two to one. Poor Jim had been
trooding and acting queerly under restraint.
not saying much to me, but mumbling to
himself. When let out we were well
up narrow river, evidently long ways
from the strait. for there had blown up
quite a breeze and 1t was hailing and nasty
weather. 1t was a deep, narrow stream,
fast.
Locked Up In the Dark.
Jim locked up in the foreeastle and my
self In the engine room, where slept on
the long seattle first time 1 had slept
away from the pilot house. Whether he
put me there because 1T was bitter cold
night or that he was doing something in
the pilot house he did not want me to wit
Eess never found out. We remained there
all next day, 1t still blowing very hard.
We kept to the boat and fed well several
times, excepting Jim, who seemed to be in a
worse humor than ever That night we
left the river, Jim and I still under lock
and In the dark! We came to stop to-
ward. morning. and were let out. 1t was
foggy, but 1 coH1l make out a white light
to port and ore to starboard almost OPP
posite each other: to starboard there was
also fog horn footing at regular inter-
walls. The captain noticed there was
something wrong with Jim; believe he had
some time before, but said nothing until
that morning. He asked him what was
the matter and was surlily answered
NO hing" A minute or SO later, as the
captain was going aft, Jim reached out at
him with pocket knife. but 1 was too
quick for him; 1 was using a monkey
wrench on one of the bolt heads and see
ing his attempt knocked him down with
the wrench. The poor fellow lay stunned.
The captain did not even say ''Thark
you to me. but continued on his way aft.
Coming back soon after with some rope he
took some cotton waste, gagged the still un-
conscious Jim, picked him up, carried HIM
to the pilot house and dashed him securely
to the wheel. hand and foot!
He told me to put on some clothes he
mad laid out, and he did likewise They
were such as are worn by fishermen. The
coats mad, besides lot Of pockets, stout
inside lining opening from under the arms.
He took the remaining cylinder, opened it
ana made me put away about half the gold
IN my clothing. he doing the same with
the other half. 1 helped him lower the
old yawl we had aboard He bottled and
barred all the doors, made everything that
would float fast, went back to the pilot
house, opened a valve I had never known
ing the now dazed but conscious Jim alone,
then ordered me into the yawl and imme-
diately followed. We pulled away and the
tug was soon hidden from us in the fog.
What ever became Of 1t and Jim is
still deep mystery to me- We
rowed toward the starboard light house,
the captain telling me to '1et him do the
talking and to look very weary"
The light house keeper was very kind fed
US and built a lively fire. at which we
dried the clothes the captain had purposely
thrown water on. = From Seattle 1
went to Los Angeles and in q few days 1
sailed, as previously agreed with LIE cap
tain. for Australia with my children.
I had about $4,000 worth of gold and from
what had seen of the captain had small
reason to expect he would ever remit the
balance of the $4,000 he had agreed would
be my share. just about a year
after arriving at my destination a man
came to see me. I did not recognize him
at first. 1t was Belden. He had abandoned
his wig and was very bald: he wore only
his fierce mustache and was stouter; .
had been back twice to his treasure
grave" and gotten all his gold away with
out arousing any suspicious; had invested
carefully and was very wealthy. . =" He
gave me bonds ard securities and cash
amounting to over 100000, and 1 saw
no more of him. = After investing
the money where it would be secure and
bring in handsome income to my chill
dren, who were then in college and con-
vent, l Travelled vainly, endeavoring
to prolong my days by change of climate