The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-12-25
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the stern and hauled himself up. As his
breast showed above The @unWale. Lynch
fumb3ed at lis belt, h1w pistol and
fired. so that the hll whis,lsd i,ast
Oziei's ears. The young tam sank OF The
stern seat, 50 exhausted and so nnscie ed
at the shot thar he could but gasp. Jretm
cried out in Ills nay, hut Lynch, as oziel
gazed furiouslY on him, Retained the lock
Indignantly for a neve0nd. trn. bShtnirss
quick. his eyes flashed ft7m mlhee %
joviality, and he liens .hls p.stol down
by San Domingo. he laughed, twas
a narrow speak for you lad. I saw YOU
not against the black Of the short, AID
was indeed too husy watching y,n rasca,
at whom | tired
He pointed as ne spoke al n man of the
town, whom Oziel knew for a famous rum
ner, and who was now suffering on the
waters edge, frightened to trcA5ny by
the shot. II might lnve been os the man
said, and O2iel answered nothing. for,
indeed, il gas TOO late - pick IA quarrel
now Justin came to the stern and placed
the rudder and Ozlel crawled forward and
took the bow car. He felt more comfort
able now behind than in front of Master
Lynch, whom he was assured by that
shot, excuse or no excuse, had conceived
a hate for him. SO speedily the lights
Of Boston and the shouts of the people
sank behind and they We're safe, as they
hoped, from witch hunters and all process
of law. The relief from suspense showed
first in Justir. Hallowell.
II thank you, Master Lynch" he cried.
"Twere little use TO discuss that ugly
blow now; howe'er it happened. lis done,
and It's to be hoped my uncle will recover
from it. But / did not love him, nor did
he love me. 1 must have fed from him
soon, and l am glad twas a friend Of my
| fathers showed me a path out. SO again
thank you, Master Lynch"
Dixey Lynch laughed high in his throat.
"'Tis a pleasure to me-" he said. ito
serve a Hallowell Master Justin, and 1t
| may be my reward will come speedily"
Then there was silence, and young fsalt-
Dwell was quickly fun of thoughts, bred
of the old tales and songs he loved OF
! rich adventures in southern seas. Lynch
rowed steadily without speaking, only
'chuckling now and then as though wei
| pleased with the nights work, but Ozel
in the bow thought dismally OF his faith
er's little farm, left to chance and a hir-
ed man, with angry wonder of that mala-
| droit pistol shot and of Lynchs possible
reason for such abandoned hate, and last
| Of lone Mistress Marian's sad eyes watch
ing the sorely wounded old man. now per
haps dead for certain, and questioned
poor girl, by a crowd of angry magis
trates.
So, into the night and far out on The
bay they sailed, Justin steering by
Lynch's directions, until, far beyond al
| shipping, they pulled alongside a eien
black sloop of large size and boarded he
| on Lynch's hail. man on watch peer
ed sleepily from the side and caught tho
rope flung to him, yawning. Then, as thS
| waves tossed the small boat against The
soop's side, the long legged skipper jump
ed with alacrity, and at once. wthou
waiting 10 bid any one welcome, began
stumping the deck roaring out order
from the side Of his hand. Justin fol
lowed him, and then OzieI, who threw
aboard the game, trophies of the day.
hunt, which still lay in the boat. TIT
sloop lay wen out from land, and the wine
blew with violence, so that the vesse