The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-12-25

fugitive, with swinging lanterns and
yells like wolves. Oziel could clearly see
the two in front speeding for the boat.
The long legs of Dixey Lynch were as
skillful at running on the beach as
they had been in a pas seul q while
back on the chamber floor. He could
evidently have outrun Justin, for Oziel
noted that he glanced continually back,
and at last caught the lads hand in his
and dragged him impatiently onward.
But he did not know the land sufficient
ly we'll, FOR all his speed, to avoid a
marsh, and then there issued from his
vexed lips a hurricane of profanity as
ne splashed heavily through If, losing
ground. That gave Oziel and the crowd
behind him time to win space, but the
two advance runners were launching
the boat when Oziel was yet fifty yards
from il. Each to~a side. they set it on
even keel and each started it with a
rush TO the sea, the tide beng far Out.
/ Justin hailed. painting:
Haste thee Oziel; we cannot wait!'
| Right on the call came Lynch's shout:
wait for no mani In with you
boyr'
He skipped alertly round the bow as
; the boat fioaIed and threw Justin in, in
a passion of haste, gave a great shove
and spring, lmee-deep from the water,
/ in himself BY that time Oziel was at
/ the waters edge and the fleetest of the
| bawling herd close behind him. Into
! the waves he splashed and after the
/ boat desperately. Justin was sprawling
! in the bow, and Lynch was pushing out
/ the SOULS as OziePs feet entered the
water. The rover waited not. To his
] knees, to his waist, to his neck, was
! Oziel before he gripped the stern and
hauled himself up. AS his breast show
/ ed above the gunwale, Lynch fumbled
/ at his belt, drew q, pistol and fired, SO
that the bali whistled past OZiePs ears
! The-young man sank on the stern seat,
! sdBeXhausted and so angered at the
I shot that he could but gasp. justin
cried out in dismay, but Lynch as
Oziel gazed furiously on him, returned
/ the look Indignantly for second, then,
/ lightning quick. his eyes flashed from
malice TO joviality, and he flung his
! pistol down.
by San Domingor' he laughed
] twas a narrow squeak for you, lad. ]
4 saxnsyou not against the black of the
4 shore. and was indeed too busy watch
I ing yon rascal at whom | fired"
He pointed as he spoke at a man OF
the town. whom Oziel knew for fam
Gus runner, and who was now splutter-
ing on the waters edge, frightened to
/ trembling by the shot. 1t might have
been as the man said, and Oziel an
swered nothing, for, indeed. 1t was TOO
/ late to pick a quarrel now. Justin came
to the stern and placed the rudder, and
/ Oziel crawled forward and took the
bow oar. He felt more comfortable now
/ behind than in front of Master Lynch
whom he was assured by that shot, ex-
cuse or no excuse. had conceived a hate
/ for him. So speedily the lights Of Bos-
ton and the shouts of the people sank
behind and they were safe, as they
/ hoped, from witch-hunters and all pro-
! cess Of law. The relief from suspense
showed first in Justin Halloweu.
u thank you. Master Lynch" he
cried. "'Twere little use to discuss that
ugly blow now; howe err 1T hapoened,
: it's done. and It's to be hoped my uncle
will recover from it. But l did not love
him. nor did he love me. / must have
fled from him soon. and am glad twas
Z a friend of my fathers showed me a
path out So again, thank you, Master
Lynch
Dixey Lynch laughed high in his
throat
IT'S a pleasure to me, he said, ito
serve a Hallowell Master Justin. and
it may be my reward viii come speed
lily"
Then there was silence. and young
Hallowell was quickly full Of thoughts,
1 bred of the old tales and songs he loved
! of rich adventures in southern seas.
Lynch rowed steadily without speak
ing, only chuckling now and then as
! though well pleased with the night
work. but Oziel in the bow thought dis
mally of his fathers little farm, left to
chance and hired man. with angry
wonder of that maladroit pistol shot
and Of Lynch's possible reason for such
4 abandoned hate, and last of lone Mis-
tress Marian's sad ewes watching the
sorely wounded old man. now perhaps
dead Tor certain, and questioned, poor