The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-01-22


and one in the bow. Whatever they
were doing, they were hOarsely cursing
and shouting. The fever of battle had
already seized them, and, though some
were pale, most were flushed n eager,
and q few qaUghing as if in sport. 1t
caught Oziel, and he found himself in a
moment working at a gun. as active as
any, as hoarse as any, as reckless as
the now demon-like merchant of Bos-
ton himself.
The wind freshened, and, each finding
the other of an equal strength n de-
termination, the %schooners began a
prolonged race about n about, and,
rs in that light wind they were easily
handled, they darted and came about
and tackled, now brOadsides on, now
bows, in a which was beautiful
to see, had any been TO watch. The
master of the Susannah was now reie-
gated to an inferior position 1t was
Gabriel who directed everything. He
ordered the shifting of the helm, he
the firing of the guns. He was now
a little, sweating, shrieking, laborious
bunch of angry nerves, whose example
carried his men away, so that even
Oziel. the slow-minded, forgot the rea-
son of the fight in mere passion OF
fighting. Smoke hung over he boats
and the sea between; a continuous
thunder shook the schOoners; perpetual.
fire blazed from their sides, and crash
upon crash succeeded as pars toppled
and splinters flew. Oziel was vaguely
aware that there was much blood on
the deck, and that men were groaning
all about him, and one man was ours
ing him for not bringing water TO his
dying lips, but he stayed by his gun,
wiping it out, loading. examining it
down, aiming, and firing it in a kind
of nightmare. He was aware, too, for
he seemed, in mad delight, to be as
Watchful of what passed with DiXey
Lynch as on his own side, that the
opposing schooner was as badly, if not
worse off, than the S~usannah. When
the smoke from his gun blew past, he
strained his sight to see, eagerly, n
shouted with triumph to note. now that
her sails hung tattered, now that her
topmaSts dangled helplessly, there that
g. hole gaped in her hull, barely above
the waterline, and there that two Of her
guns seemed disabled. Blood trickled
in his eyes and he impatiently dashed
his hand across them, and again, until
the persistent stream told him that his
head was badly scratched by a flying
splinter. which, in his heat had passed
on unnoticed.
He heard q shrill command fTGm Ga
briel Murrin, and found himself, in
obedience TO it, drawing his cutlass.
md, with that in his left hand and a
pistol in his right, ready for something,
he scarcely knew what. He stumbled
on dead bodies as he moved across the
deck. and saw that Gabriel was run
ming for close quarters. The other
schooner lay almost helpleSsly on the
sea. Then the Susannah's helmsman
showed his skill. Away he tackled, and
down with the wind, rushing, as it
seemed, right on to DiXey's ship, in
spite of guns and 10 a rafting u
ket fire. BY they came, and Gabriel
leaped to the side, pistol n cutlassed
like his men. Closer and closer they
skinned. until they came rail to rail,
and graphing irons were thrown
aboard the rover. What passed then
passed in less than a minute. Amid
a hailstorm of bullets from muskets
and pistols, the opposing crews leaped
at each others threats, and at once
there was stabbing and cutting and
clubbing on the decks of both schoon-
ers. In such fighting, among undisci-
plined men, there could be no such
thing as parley CT truce, or even quar-
ter. The ribs of the ships were rubbing
and bruising each other, their rigging
was entangled, and men leaped from
one deck to another, back and forth,
and. dropping between, were horribly
crushed before they touched the sea-
Even amid such carnage and uproar,
however, OZlel nOuSn OF his TREND,
and loud his voice rang above the tu-
multi, Justin! Ho. Ho! Justin, 'Tis
Oziel!'
There was no reply from Justin, but
a tall mailman turned from where he
was cutting and thrustins, and rushed
upon Haskell.
80! you persistent farmers boy, you
are here again. Never heed Justin, but
take THAR
Oziel recognized, but with difficulty,
Dixey Lynch, so bloody and powder
stained and wrought with fury was the
long-legged stranger of Boston beach.
Now, indeed, he seemed natural-con-
temptuous of any ~affectation. The bluff
skipper and o~utspoken, free-hearted
friend of Justin, or the courteous
selor of Marian, or the gay
fddling in his cabin. was vanished.
DiXey Lynch had no time to act parts
now. His broad red face famed, and
his big gray eyes glared, and he gen
timely foamed as he threw himself on
Oziel. The onslaught drove the lad
back, but he parried and cut again in
his turn SO vigorously that he forced