Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1898-06-30
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PART I.
CHAPTER II.-CoNTINUED.

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the right or left, and marched straight
across the room to where his breakfast
awaited him.
"BilI," said the stranger, in a voice
that 1 thought he had tried to make
bold and big.
The captain spun round on his heel
and fronted us; all the brown had gone
out of his face, and even his nose was
blue; he had the look of man who
sees ghost, or the evil one, or some
thing worse, if anything can be; and,
upon my word I felt sorry to see him,
all in moment, turn so old and sick.
Come, Bill, you know me; you know
an old shipmate, Bill, surely" said the
stranger.
The captain n"de sort of gasp.
"Black Dog!" said he.
''And who else?" returned the other,
getting more at his ease. "Black Dog
as ever was, come for to see his old
shipmate, Billy, at the Admiral Ben
bow Inn. All, Bill, Bill we have seen
sight of times, us two, since lost
them two talons," holding up his mu-
tilated hand.
"Now, look here" said the captain;
you've run me down; here am; well,
then. speak up; what is it"'
That's you, Billy" returned Black
Dog, you're in the right of it, Billy. I'll
have glass of rum from this dear child
here, as I've took such a liking to; and
we'll sit down, if you please, and talk
square, like old shipmates."
When 1 returned with the rum, they
were already seated on either side OF
the captains breakfast-table - Black
Dog next to the door, and sitting side
ways, so as TO have one eye on his old
shipmate, and one, as thought, on his
retreat.
He bade me go, and leave the door
wide open. 'None OF your key-holes
for me, sonny" he said; and l left them
together, and retired into the bar.
For a long time, though I certainly
did my best to listen, could hear moth
ang but a low Cabling; but at last the
voices began to grow higher, and /
could pick up a word or two, mostly
oaths, from the captain.
"No. no, no, no; and an end of it!"
he cried once. And again: "If it comes
to swinging, swing all, say l."
Then all of a sudden there was tre-
mendous explosion Of oaths and other
notes.-the chair and table went over
in lump, clash of steel followed, and
then a cry of pain, and the next instant
/ saw Black Dog in full flight, and the
captain hotly pursuing, both with
drawn cutlasses, and the former stream
ing blood from the left shoulder. Just
at the door, the captain aimed ait the
fugitive one last tremendous cut, which
would certainly have split him to the
chin had it not been intercepted by our
big signboard of Admiral Benbow. You
may see the notch on the lower side of
the frame to this day.
That blow was the last of the battle.
Once out upon the road, Black Dog, in
spite of his wound, showed a wonderful
clean pair of heels, and disappeared
over the edge of the hill in half a min
ute. The captain, for his part, stood
staring at the signboard like bewil-
dered man. Then he passed his hand
over his eyes several times, and at last
turned back into the house.
"Jim," says he, rum" and, as he
spoke, he reeled little, and caught
"Are you hurt?" cried 1.
"Rum," he repeated II must get
away from here. Rum! rum!"
ran to fetch it; but was quite un-
ateadied by all that had fallen out, and
broke one glass and fouled the tap
and while / was still getting in my own
way, heard loud fall in the parlor
and, running in, beheld the captain ly-
ing fun length upon the floor. At the
same instant my mother alarmed by
the cries and fighting, came running
downstairs to help me. Between us we
raised his head. He was breathing very
loud and hard; but his eyes were closed
and his face a horrible color.
"Dear, deary me-" cried my mother
"what a disgrace upon the bouse! And
your poor father sick!"
In the meantime, we had no idea
what to do to help the captain, nor any
other thought but that he had got his
death-hurt in the scuffle with the stran
ger. got the rum, to be sure, and trie6
to put it down his throat; but his
teeth were tightly shut, and his jaws as
strong as iron. 1t was happy relief
for US when the door opened and DR.
Idvesey came in, on his visit to my fa
ther.
ooh, Doctor" we cried, "what shall
we do? Where Ia he wounded?"
"Wounded? A fiddlestick's end!'
said the doctor. mo more wounded
than you or l. The man has had 6
stroke, as I warned him. Now, Mrs
Hawlins, just you run upstairs to your