El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-09-23
TContinued from last Saturday..
CHAPTER xxi.
l Rescue the Mate.

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still breathing slowly and heavily, poor
Marc Hislop lay in his bed, the clothes
and pillows Of which were saturated
with blood, for he seemed to be COW
cred by wounds, and the crimson cur
rent had flowed over the piles of his
favorite books, which were scattered
upon the cabin floor, where they had
been trod under foot by Antonio while
overhauling the repositories of the IN
fortunate proprietor.
Shuddering, and in haste, we lifted
him from the bed. muf1ed him in a
blanket and conveyed him, passive as
a child in our hands, from the cabin.
As we passed out, for a moment 1t
seemed as if the ruffianly Spaniard re-
pented of his temporary clemency; for
when he saw the pale, bloody and in
sensible form of the poor fellow trailed
past, he made an ominous stride to-
ward us, n threateningly clutched
the hsft of the A1bacete knife in his
sash. Then waving his hand, almost
CONTEMPORARY, he said:
"Basta-go, got matters little now,
either to him or to me. Demonio! l
always strike Deep"
Alarm and pity endowed us with I'M
usual strength, and we bore the speech
less victim Of Antonio up the steep
stair to the deck, where our crew, with
muttered oaths of vengeance, and ex-
pressions of commiseratiOn, bore him
into the forepart of the vessel. There
a bed was made for him on deck; for
GOODNESS, an awning was rugged over 1t,
and we had his wounds examined.
We found a deep stab in the neck,
most dangerously near the jugular
vein; a second in the breast. a third
between the bones of the right forearm
and a fourth in the left thigh; all had
evidently been dealt through the bed
clothes, and with a savage energy Of
purpose
THE poor lad is dying from lack of a
DOCTOR" said old Tom, who knelt be-
side Hislop, handling his wounds with
the tenderness of a woman; and II
the whole British navy hove in sight,
we haven a rag of bunting to shake
out as a signal, since that rascally plea
room, the Cubano, has cast every color
and signal overheard"
"Well, Tom, he shan't die this bout"
said Ned Carlton, hopefully. LET us
tie up his wounds as best we can, to
Delay the bleeding, and give him some
thing as a %reviver."
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Scotland don't see all this" added
rough Tom ~Lambourne, with a tear
in his eye; poor Marc Hislop is her
only support, and a sisters, too"
I thought now, with conjunction,
O often his theories and pedantry
had bored me, and 1 resolved to be
unremitting in my care of him.
The united medical skill of those
honest souls, our crew, was very small;
however, the wounds were carefully
washed in clean water; their best
shirts were torn into b%andages or fold
ed into pads to stop the bleeding; and
in this they were quite successful.
A beaker of New England rum was
hoisted out of the forehold, and its
head was instantly started. The liquor
was very redolent of ~treacle, but a
glass of it mixed with water-the read
lest stimulant that occurred to the
minds of the seamen-was poured be-
tween the parched lips of the sufferer,
who at last slept, in the pleasant at
mosphere formed by the awning
which shaded him from the fierce sun,
and in the breeze that whistled past
the bows as the Eugene still bore On
her new course, close hauled, with all
her f~ore-and-aft canvas set, and the
wtite, glittering spray flying over her
cat-heads and dolphin striker.
The terrible Cubano still kept pos
session Of the cabin. His two six-bar-
relied revolvers gave him twelve shots,
and we were but nine in all, as the
captain, Roberts, and Will White had
already persisted by his hand, and
Hyslop, to all appearances, was dy-
ing; thus Antonio kept us all in SUBJ
lection by his weapons, just as half
a dozen well-armed soldiers may con-
troll a mob of thousands.
So passed the night; the crew group
forward, full of schemes for venge-
ance, and he aft, full Of triumph,
ferocity and cognac
Next morning l was on the quarter
deck, and when day broke 1 became
aware, by a splashing SOUND a~stern.
We were towing something in the
lead water Of the briggs wake. On
looking over the taffrail, what were
my emotions on beholding the body of
my kind friend-our good and hospi-
~captain-towed by the neck at
the end of a line!
Around the poor corpse, which was
in its nightdress, the green waves /.
danced merrily in he golden light of
the morning sun that vas now beam t
ing over the sea, refreshing the dis Z
shores and reviving all but him." 1
Antonio in the night had cast it from q
one OF the cabin windows on the port [
side of the rudder-case, and through I
that aperture the line to which it was d