The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1898-10-14

boat had ran upon the sandbank Tor
which he had designedly steered-
1t was low tide, and the moment ne
had made the skin secure, he began 10
wade through the surf toward the light
which now glimmered hard by lie
soon grew convinced that It came from
G ships cabin. Suddenly be stopped
wait a bltr'
He pulled a bowie-knife from his
pocket opened the dagger-shaped
blade. and clinched the handle between
his teeth. Then he stepped forward
with look Of purpose. The light soon
proved to be one that came from
cabin window Oh the port side OF an
cid tugboat. Redsllaw caught at Dit
Of a rope, and hauled himself hand
over hand up the boats sade until De
could peer into the cabin
A strange sight met his glance. The
light Of swing lamp fell upon small
wrlnkled man In a pilot cap.
He stood In water up to his knees
and he laughed with a shivering sort
Of laugh, and plunged his hands into
the water and fshed UP handfuls OF
sOvereigns that glittered the more
through being wet The old skipper
gioated over each handful as he flung
the coins with a blinking sound upon
shelf IN a cupboard, on q level with ais
head.
Redshaw chung to the rope, staring
like one spell-bound at the weird lg-
ure. Then he climbed noiselessly on
deck, and crept round to the cabin
door. He found It open With stealthy
trend he descended the ladder, the
bowie knife now behind his back. tight
ly clutched In his right hand, villain
Gus look in his eyes.
But of a sudden-at the very moment
that Redshaw cFOuched down with In
tent to make his spring grim old
mariner fixed his glitterlng eye fear
lessly upon him.
The man paused, once more complete
ly aghast, deprived Of all volition.
"Ah! You've come, have yOu-cOme
to claim tiny goldTT cried the skipper
as he shlvered and laughed again. mo,
no. bayn't dead yet, mate. The tides
been and turned, just IN the nick O.
time 1t were a-washing clean over
the deck at nightfall. when sent that
ere bottle adrift, and thought rs how
/ was q drowned man. But It's been
running out ever since, the tide has,
running out, till It's give me the
chance to touch my gold-touch It once
mOrer
He broke into n wilder fit Of SILVER
ing laughter now, and bending down,
plunged both hands into the water.
| At the same instant Redshaw regained
his will power and leaped forward. But
rs he lifted his knife with the thought
to strike, a masterful grip was put up
on his wrist and he was thrown back
upon the ladder. crushed and stunned
by the fall
When Redshnw recovered conscious
ness he found himself lying in the bow
Of the little skiff, still at anchor upon
Saltwin Sands. A gray, foggy dawn
WINS breaking over u calm sea. He
raised himself upon his elbow and
looked around. A dismantled craft
was drifting before his eyes upon the
food tide. Her stern was turned d.
rectly toward him, and upon It he
read, painted In large, white letters:
PHANTOM TUG"
as Il vanished into the mist
1t was Armstrong who had saved
Ben Tarbuck from his mates treacher-
GUS blow. The Phantom was subse-
quently towed into Salbwin harbor. But
Tarbuck never fully recovered from
that night upon the sands; and before
Lottie had become Stephen Arm
strong's wife the skipper died, leaving
the bulk of his wealth to his preserver
Redshaw never showed his face In
side Saltwin harbor again; though. had
he acted honestly, he might possibly
have shared his mates good luck; but
In his over-reaching after Tarbucks
/ gold no had lost NIL A nsvuars