Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-08-12
CHAPTER NV.
I STRIKE THE JOLLY ROGER

bowsprit, when the flying jib tapped
and filled upon the other tack, with a
report like gun. The schooner trem-
bled to her keel under the reverse; but
next moment, the other sails still
drawing, the jib tapped back again.
and hung idle.
This had nearly tossed me off into
the sea; and now lost no time, crawled
back along the bowsprit, and tumbled
head-foremost on the deck.
was on the lee side of the forecastle,
and the mainsail, which was still draw
ing, concealed from me certain por-
ton of the after-deck. Not a soul was
to be seen. The planls, which had not
been swabbed since the mutiny, bore
the print of many feet; and an empty
bottle, broken by the neck, tumbled to
and fro like live thing in the scuppers.
Suddenly the ''Hispaniola" came
right into the wind. The jibs behind
me cracked aloud; the rudder slammed
to; the whole ship gave a sickening
heave and shudder, and at the same
moment the main-boom swung il.
board, the sheet grooming in the blocks.
and showed me the lee after-deck.
There were the two watchmcn, sure
enough; red-cap on his back, as stiff as
a handspike, with his arms stretched
out like those of crucitix, and hi,
teeth showing through his open lips;
Israel Hands propped against the bull
warks, his chin on his chest, his hand:
lying open before him on the deck, his
face as white, under it's tan, as q tai.
low candle.
For awhile the ship kept bucking and
siding like vicious horse, the sails
filling, now on one tack, now on an
other, and the boom swinging to and
fro till the mast groaned aloud under
the strain. Now and again, too, there
would come cloud of light spray over
the bulwark, and heavy blow of the
ships bows against the swell-so much
heavier weather was made of it by this
great rugged ship than by my home
made, lop-sided coracle, now gone to
the bottom of the sea.
At every jump of the schooner, red
cap slipped to and fro; but-what was
CHASTITY to behold-neither his attitude
nor his fixed misunderstanding grin was
any way disturbed by this rough usage.
At every jump, too, Hands appeared
still more to sink into himself and set
tie down upon the deck, his feet sliding
ever the further out, and the whole
body canting toward the stern, so that
his face became, little by little, hid
from me; and at last I could see moth.
ing beyond his ear and the frayed ring
let of one whisker.
At the same time, observed, around
both of them, splashes of dark blood
upon the planks. and began to feel sure
that they had killed each other in their
drunken wrath.
While I was thus looking and Won
dering, in a calm moment, when the
ship was STILL Israel Hands turned part
ly round, and, with low moan, writhed
himself back to the position in which
I had seen him first. The moan, which
told of pain and deadly weakness, and
the way in which his jaw hung open.
went right to my heart. But when I
remembered the talk l had overheard
from the apple barrel, all pity left me
walked aft until reached the main
mast.
Come aboard, Mr.. Hands," I said,
ironically.
He rolled his eyes round heavily; but
he was too far gone to express surprise.
All he could do was to utter one word:
"Brandy."
1t occurred to me there was no time
to lose; and, lodging the boom as it
once more lurched across the deck,
slipped aft, and down the companion
stairs into the cabin.
It was such a scene of confusion as
you can hardly fancy. All the lockfast
places had been broken open in quest Of
the chart. The floor was thick with
mud, where ruffians had sat down to
drink or consult after wading in the
marshes round their camp. The bulk
heads, all painted in clear white, and
beaded round with gilt, bore a pattern
of dirty hands. Dozens of empty bot
ties clinked together in corners to the
rolling of the ship. One of the doctors
medical books lay open on the table.
half of the leaves Quilted out, suppose,
for pipe-lights. In the midst of all this
the lamp still cast smoky glow, OBJ
scure and brown as umber.
went into the cellar; all the barrels
were gone, and of the bottles most
surprising number had been drunk out
and thrown away. Certainly, since tha
mutiny began, not man of them could
ever have been sober.
ITO BE Continued
Vagaries of n Landslide.