Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-09-08

lOE Tie UlOOu was moving freely DOWN
the boys face.
Flushing with indignation, Ernest
ran and was about to lift the PROSTATE
lad from the deck, when the captain
pushed him rudely aside, muttering:
"Attend to your own affairs, sir, or
I'll give you some of the same"
SURPRISING his anger, for he saw
the man was much intoxicated, Ernest
stepped aside in silence.
Smarting under this slight interfer
ence, the drunken captain called two
men, and commanded:
Don't stare at me, you Williams; but
tie that boy to the foremost, and be
quick about it!'
Reluctantly and with plying looks,
the sailors obeyed, first stripping from
the lad his coat and shirt, leaving his
bare back exposed.
Now Ernest understood the captains
purpose. The boys cries for mercy,
and the stripes already on his back,
showed it too plainly. Respectfully,
yet with decision, he inquired of Cap
tain Biggs:
"What do you intend to do with that
child ?-for he is nothing more, remem-
Der thatv'
'None of your business, you med
ding puppy" was the reply.
ri cannot afford to get angry with
man who is drunk" said the super
cargo, quietly.
"You lie!' beloved the captain;
"you white faced hound, you lie!'
The supercargo making no reply, the
tyrant descended into the cabin, and
soon returned, holding in his hand an
ugly looking whip. With a glance of
defiance at Ernest, he staggered to-
ward the bound boy. His arm was
raised to strike, and in another mo-
ment the whip would have left it's
cruel mark upon the white flesh.
Captain Biggs turned with an angry
oath, for the descending blow was
stayed by the firm grasp of the super
cargo's hand. Snatching his arm
away, the Infatuated man again raised
his whip, and this time it woui'l
have struck Ernest's flushed cheek
had not we'll directed blow stretched
the captain on the deck.
The drunken wretch with difficulty
rose to his feet. Ernest stood upon
the defensive, but the captain, feeling
he had met his master, only NUT
tered:
'"This is mutiny, sir. You shall suf-
fer for it when we get ashore"
"Nor' Numbered the supercargo,
now thoroughly reused. ct is not
mutiny; neither shall I suffer for it.
am the agent for the owners Of this
vessel and cargo, and such inhuman-
ity shall not ber'
The crew, who were looking on,
waited for the captains reply, but to
their establishment he only skunk away
to his cabin, muttering vows of VEN
geance.
Ernest, aftef releasing the boy, also
; descended into the cabin. He entered
! his state-room, and locking the door,
resolved to stay there the rest of the
day.
There are some men who, after
reaching a certain point in their cups,
| become reckless, and in their despera-
ton care neither for their own lives
nor those Of others.
| Captain Biggs was one Of them. In
the morning he had not arrived at this
point, or Ernest could not have dis
posed of him so easily; but in the aft
ernoon he had reached it.
1t was four o'clock. Some one
knocked at the door Of Ernest's state
room.
"Who is there?' the young man de-
manded.
Recognizing in the reply the voice
/ of the mate, he rose and opened the
door.
Seeing the man much agitated, he
inquired:
What is the matter?"
Were all lost unless something's
DONE" was the hurried reply. IAN
hour ago, the captain came on deck,
more intoxicated than ever, and tax
ing the wheel, pointed the vessel direct
for the shore. He either doesn't know
what he is doing, or intends to sink
us. The coast is very dangerous, and
if we keep this course an hour longer
we are all doomed men,"
'sMate, madness like this is no long
er legal authority" said the super
cargo. Twill you stand by me in re
sistance to it?''
Here's my hand on it, SIR" replied
the "mutiny or no mutiny
here's my hand on it,
Ernest quickly opened his trunk, and
taking from it two revolvers, handed
one of them to the mate, retaining
the other himself.
Il hope there may be no need OF
these he said, quietly, s.but it is best
to have them. A revolver is a most
powerful argument sometimes
The mate agreed, and with the all
of a man to be depended on. They
went ON deck. There was spanking
breeze, and there was not a wrinkle
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