Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1898-11-10
ly watched, and watched, and watched
me at my work.
CHAPTER NXNI.


The wind, serving us TO a desire, now
hauled into the west. We could run so
much the easier from the northwest
corner of the island TO the mouth of the
North inlet. Only, rs we had ny power
TO anchor. and dared not beach her till
the tide had flowed good deal further,
time hung on our hands. The cock
swain told me how to lay the ship to;
after a good many trials | succeeded,
and we both sat in silence, over another
meal.
"Cap'n." said he, at length. with that
old shipmate, 0'Brien; s'pose you was
10 heave him overheard. | amt par
ti'clar rs n rule, and I don't take no
blame for settling his hash; but don't
reckon him ornamental, now, do your
I'm not strong enough, and don't
like the job; and there he lies, for me, "
said I.
This here's an unlucky ship-:he
'IIispanioia,' Ji-n," he went on, blinking.
There's power of men been killed in
this 'IliSpaniola'-a sight o poor sea
men dead and gone since you and me
took ship 10 Bristol. never seen such
dirty luck. not l. There was this here
ORricn, nov-he's dead, amt he? Well,
now, I'm no scholar. and you're a lad as
can read and figure; and. TO put it
straight. do you take il as a dead man
is dead for good. or do he come alive
again."
"Iou can kill the body. Mr.. Hands,
but not the spirit; you must know that
Already" l replied. "0'Brien. there. is
in another world, and may be watching
us"
"Ahi" says he. well, that's unfort-
nate appears as il killing parties was a
waste of time. TIowsomever, sperrits
don't reckon for much. by what I've
seen. I'll chance it with the sperrits.
Jim. And now. you've spoke up free,
and I'll take il kind il you'd step down
into that there cabin and get me a
well. a-shiver my timbers. can't hi;
the name ont; well. you get me bottle
OF wine. Jim-ihis here brandy's too
strong for my head"
Now the cockswain's hesitation
SEE med 10 be unnatural; and as for the
ptior OF his preferring wine 10 brandy.
I entirely disbelieved il. The whole
story was a preteNt. He wanted me 10
leave the deck-so much was pain; but
with what purpose | could in no way
imagine. His eyes never met mine;
they kept wandering to and fro. mp and
down. now with look TO the sky. now
with a fitting glance upon the dead
O'Brien. All the time he kept smiling,
aud putting his tongue out in the most
guilty, embarrassed manner. so that n
child could have told that he was bent
on some deception. was prompt with
my answer. however, for | saw where
my advantage lay; and that with fcl-
low so densely stupid | could easily
conceal my suspicious TO the end.
Some wine?" I said. Far better.
VIII YOU have white or red?"
We'll. I reckon it's about the blessed
same to me. shipmate," he replied; $50
it's strong, and plenty Of it, what's the
odds?"
"All right" | answered. I'll bring
you port. Mr.. Hands. But I'll have to
dig for it,"
With that I scuttled down the COM
panion with all the noise could,
slipped of M shoes, ran quietly along
the SPARED gallery, mounted the fore
castle ladder, and popped my head out
OF the fore Communion. | knew he
would not expect to see me there; yet
took every precaution possible; and
certainly the worst OF my suspicious
proved too true.
He had risen from his position to his
hands and knees; and. though his leg