San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-01-31
COPYRIGHT. 1895. sy The Avrses.

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cutwater. He was of opinion with Mr..
Hardy that when the ten men rose to
seize the Queen they would not find the
field an easy walk. They might be
worsted, in which case there would be
loss of life more or less considerable.
and Boldock. whose imagination was
tolerably active, figured the Queen
rounding up in the wind and lying all
aback helpless, Benson shot down, her
mates dangerously wounded, and piratic
passengers and seamen of the bark
bleeding about the decks in dying ago
MES.
So smart lookout was kept for any
shadow Of ship blotting the stars of the
horizon Of that fine night, for any blue
or crimson ball of distress spangling the
dusk with sailing constellation. But
nothing showed, and when the dawn
broke the sea stretched a bare breast,
sallow to the sulphur light northeast.
"We are pretty well off for small
arms, think, Mr.. Stubbins?" said the
commander.
1.-THE natives'll find us well off
enough, ! dare say, sir, answered the
boatswain, with grin.
about dozen of muskets, think,
and twice that number of cutlasses"
CHATS about it, sir. p"
"You might like to hear me tell an
extraordinary story of the sea-" sid
the commander in his deep and plant
i've voice. "All hands should have the
news. 1t may engender some deviation.
But if we can recover noble ship, the
lives of number of passengers and a
little mountain of nuggets from the re-
morseless clutches of ten broken down
gentlemen whose ideas of humanity are
exemplified by their conduct toward the
lady whom we picked up yesterday
morning, all hands of us, Mr.. Stubbins,
will deserve well of our country"
He then gave the boatswain the story.
Mr.. Stubbins listened, with face dull
with wonder, head hung as he trudged
by the commanders side, mouth open,
eyes askew, lifting at the jolly, hot
flaming countenance beside him.
Its about the rummiest looking job
as ever I've heard tell of, - said the
boatswain. Passengers tool Cuddy
ADDING the forecastle work! My, now! If
Jack don't mind his eye, he'll lose his
reputation. Ten bush nippers of COM
pany and not sailor of the ship in the
jobl Well, all can say is let Jack mind
his eye."
The commander uttered three or four
cha, ha'sr like deliveries through a
speaking trumpet.
"And it amt known, / allow, where
they're going to carry the ship to, sir,
if they succeed in seizing herr" said
Stubbins.
1.-The lady says she heard them speak
of an island. They pronounced the
name. Unhappily she cannot recolleot
it; also she heard them speak of brig
antine and one Saunders. That's intel
ligible. The vessel will rendezvous off
the island to receive the booty out of
the ship, which the scoundrels will
probably wreck.
eth be a wonderful piece Of order
ing, SIR" said Mr.. Stubbins after a
pause, something proper to make a
man thoughtful in his prayers, if so be
it should Happen that the young lady
the men think drowned dead should be
the INSTRUMENT Of delivering them in
to the hands of justice. "
eff those ten men seize the bark, sir,
said Mr. Hardy, they'll surely not at
tempt to carry her round the Horn. "
They'll make for that island whose
name the young lady unhappily can't
remember, " said the commander.
"In that case," said Mr.. Hardy,
"they may shift their helm and cross
our hawse within hailing distance. T"
"what good would that be-" ex-
claimed the commander. Mr.. Hardy
leered at the gun. "a nine FOUNDER"
said Boldock, folding his arms, ad-
vancing one leg and eying the gun in
the attitude Napoleon l is usually PIC
tured in.
weight enough there to bring down
a mast, SIR" said the mate.
"The Queens a witch; she sails two
feet to our one, man; it would be touch
and away with her while you were try
ing to bring that piece to bear. Our on
ly chance in that way lies in blood hay
ing been shed aboard-in fact, Mr..
Hardy, in the ship being thrown into
confusion by the demon of carnage She
comes to stand head to wind all shak-
ing. In that condition we may hope to
sight her. in none other -
1t was little before IL O'Clock the
same morning when the sailors wit
messed a sight novel indeed aboard the
Wellesley. First of all Mr.. Hardy came
M the Communion hatch hupRing an Old