Arizona republican., 1899-02-20
Treasure
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BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
Continued From Yesterday.)

We began to rejoicc over our good success, when just at that moment pistol cracked in the bush. a ball whis- tied close past my r.andpoorT Tom Red- ruth stumbled and fell his full iergth on the ground. Both the squire ard l re- turned the shot; but as we had nothing 10 aim at, it is probable we only wasted powder. Then we reloaded, and turned our attention 10 pocr Tom.
 The captain and Gray were already examining him, and saw with half an eye that all was over.
 believe the readiness of CUT return volley had scattered the mutineers once more. for we were suffered without further molestation to get the poor old gameltceFcr hOisted over the stocllade and carried, grooming and bleeding. into the log house.
 Poor old fellow, he had not uttered one word of surprise, complaint, fear, or even acqriescence. from the very beginning of our troubles till now, when we had laid him down in the log house to die. He had laid Ike q Trojan | behind lis mattress in the gallery; he had followed every order silently, deg gedly and we'll; he was the oldest of our party by score of years; andnow, sullen, cid, serviceabIc servant, it. was he that was to die.
 The squire dropped down beside him on his l1rees and kissed his hand, cry ing like q child.
 Be I going, doctor?" he asked.
 Ton, my man, said 1, you're go- ing hornc.''
 T wish I had lick at them with the gun first he replied.
 Tom said the squire, say youfor- give me, won't you?' Ga
 Would that be respectful like, from me to you, squ;re?" was the answer. "Howsocver, so be it, amea!"
 After a little while of silence. hessaid he thought somebody might read prayer. Its the custom, sir " he add ed, apologctically. And Eot long after, without another word, Ec passed away.
 In the meantime the captain, whom I had deserved to be wonderfully swollen about the chest and pockets, had turned cut a great I3&ny various stores-the British colors. Bible, coil of stoutish rope, pen, ink, the log book, and pounds of tobacco. He had found q longish fir tree lyi2g felled and cleared in the incl0surc, and, with the keIp of Hunter, he had set it up at the corner of the leg Ecuse wLcre the trunks crossed and made Gn angle. Then, climbing cn the roof, he had with his own hand bent ard run up the colors.
 This seemed nightly 10 relieve him. He reentered the log house and set about counting the stores, as if noth- ing else existed. But he had an eye on Toms passage for all that; and as soon as all was over came forward with another flag and reverently spread it on the body.
 Don't you take on, sir,'' he said, shaking the squire's hand. ''All's well with him; no fear for a hand that's been shot down in his duty to captain and owner. It mayn't be good divinity, but it's a fact"
 Then he pulled ne aside.
 "Dr. Livesey," he said, lin how many weeks do you and squire expect the consort?''
 I told him it was a question, not of weeks, but of months; that if we were not back by the end of August, Blandly was to send to find us; but neither sooner nor later lou can calculate for yourself" I said.
 ''NNhy, yes," returned the captain, scratching his head, 'and making q large allowance. sir, for all the gifts of Providence, I should say we were pret- ty close hauled"
 How do you mcan?" I asked.
 Its a pity, sir, we lost the second load. That's what I mean,' replied the captain. "As for powder and shot, | we'll do. But the rations are short, | very shurt-so short, Dr. Livesey, that [ we're perhaps as we'll without that eX- tra mouth
 And he pointed to the dead body un- der the flag.
 Just then, with a roar and a whistle, round shot passed high above the roof of the log house and pumped far beyond US ia the wood.
 "Oho." said the captain. Blaze away! You've little enough powder already, ny lads"
 At the second trial the aim was bet ter and the ball descended inside the stockade, scattering a cloud of sand, but doing no further damage.
 Captain" said the squire, ''the mousse Is ttllc liNlSIpIc Il O4-I t1it llP' It must be the flag they are aiming at. Would it not be wiser to take it in?''
 Strike my colors." cried the cap tain. ''No, sir, not l." and, as soon as he had said the words, I think we all agreed with him. For it was rot only a piece Of stout, seamanly good feeling; it was good policy besides, and showed our enemies that we despised their cannonade.
 All through the evening they kept laundering away. Ball after ball flew over CT fe,l short, or kicked cp the sand in the iEclosure; but they had to fire so high that the shot fell dead and buried itself in the soft sand We had TO r:chochet to fear; and though one