Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-05-13
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PART I.
CHAPTER II.-CoNT1NUED.

At last in strobe the captain, slammed
the door behind him. without Looking to
the right or left, and marched straight
across the room to where his breakfast
awaited him.
GILL; said the stranger, in voice
that I 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, felt sorry to see him,
all in a moment, turn SO old and sick.
'Come, Bill, you know me; you know
an old shipmate, Bill, surely" said the
stranger.
The captain made sort of gasp.
..Black Dog!" said he.
''And who else?" returned the other,
getting more at his ease. "Black Dog
shipmate, Billy, at the Admiral Ben
bow Inn. All, Bill, Bill, we have seen
a sight of times, US two, since. I 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 liking to; and
we'll sit down, if you please, and talk
square, like old shipmates."
When returned with the rum, they
were already seated on either side of
TIE 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 babe me go, and leave the door
wide open. "None OF your key-holes
for me, sonny" he said; and left them
together, and retired into the bar.
For long time, though I.certainly
did my best to listen, I could hear MOTH
ing but low gabbling; but at last the
voices began to grow higher, and
could pick up a word or two, mostly
oaths, from the captain.
mo, 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 a ire
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
I 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 at 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 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 a. little, and caught
himself with one hand against the wall.
''Are you hurt?" cried I.
''Rum," he repeated II must get
away from here. Rum! rum!"
I ran to fetch it; but was quite IN
stcadied by all that had fallen out, and
I broke one glass and fouled the tap,
and while was still getting in my own
way, I heard a loud fall in the parlor,
and, running in, beheld the captain ~
ing full 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 house! And
your poor father sick!"
In the meantime, we had no idea
what to do to help the captain, nor any
death-hurt in the scuffle with the stran-
ger got the rum, to be sure, and tried
to put it down his throat; but his
teeth were tightly shut, and his jaws as
strong as iron. It was happy relief
for US when the door opened and DR..
Livesey came in, on his visit to my IA
Their.
ooh, DOCTOR" we cried, "what shall
we do? Where is he wounded?"
"Wounded? A fddlestick's end!"
said the doctor. mo more wounded
than you or I. The man has had
stroke, as I warned him. Now, Mrs.
Hawkins, just you run upstairs to your
husband, and tell him, if possible, moth
ing about it. For my part, I must do
my best to save this fellows trebly
worthless life; and Jim herewith get me
q BASIN"
When I got back with the basin, the
doctor had already ripped up the cap
tain's sleeve, and exposed his great
sinewy arm. It was tattooed in several
places. "Here's luck" "a fair wind"
and "Billy Bones his fancy" were very
neatly and clearly executed on the fore
arm; and up near the shoulder there
was sketch of a gallows and man
hanging from it-done, as thought,
with great spirit.
"Prophetic," said the doctor, touch
ing this picture with his finger. "And
now, Master Billy Bones, if that be
your name, We'll have look at the
color of your blood. JIM, he said, care