Arizona republican., 1899-02-10
CHAPTER VI. THE CAPTAINS PAPERS.


 We rode hard all the way, till we drew up before Dr. Livesey's door. The house was all dark in front.
 A1r Dance told ne to jump down and knock, and Dogger gave me stirrup almost at once by the maid.
 "Is Dr. Livesey in % I asked. No. she said; he had come home in the afternoon, but had gone up to the hall to dine and pass the evening with the squire.
 .'so there we go, boys," said MT. Dance.
 This time, as the distance was short, I did not mount, but ran with Dogger's stirrup-leather to the lodge gates, and up the long, lea1ess, Tnoonlit avenue to where the white line of the Hall build ings looked on either hand on great old gardens. Here MT. Dance dismounted. and, taking me along with him, was ad- mitted at a word into the house.
 The servant led us down matted passage. and showed us at the endinto q great library, all lined with book cases and busts upon the top of them, where the squire and Dr. Livesey sat- pipe in hand, on either side of the bright fire.
 I had pever seen the squire so near at hand. He was a tall man, over six feet high, and broad in proportion, and he had bluff, rough-and-readyf face. all roughened and reddened and lined in his long travels. His eyebrows were very black, and moved readily, and this gave him q look of some temper, not bad, you would say, but quick and high.
 Come in, MT. Dance" says he, very stately and condescending
 Good evening, Danee," says the doc tor, with a nod. And good evening to you, friend Jim. What good wind brings you here?'
 The supervisor stood up straight and stiff, and told his story like a lesson; and you should have seen how the two gentlemen leaned forward and looked at each other, and forgot to smoke in their surprise and interest When they heard how my mother went back to the inn, Dr. Livesey fairly slapped his thigh, and the squire cried "Bravol" and broke his long pipe against the grate, Long before it was done, Mir. Frelawney Chat, you will remember, was the squire's name) had got up from his seat, and was striding about the room, and the doctor, as if to hear the better. had taken off his powdered wig, and sat there, looking very strange indeed with his own close-cropped, black poll.
 At last MT. Dance finished the story.
 ''Mr. pance.' said the squire "you are very noble fellow. And as for rid ing down that black, atrocious mis- creant, I regard it as an act of virtue, sir, like stamping OF cocllroach. This lad Hawkins is a trump, I perceive. Hawkins, will you ring that bell? Mir. Dance must have some a1e.''
 And so, Ji1n,'' said the doctor, ''you have the thing that they were after, have you?" the oiisl1in packet.
 The doctor looked it all over, as if his fingers were itching to open it; but, in stead of doing that, he put it quietly in the pocket of his coat.
 ''Squire," said he, ''when Dance has had his ale he must, of course, be off on his majesty's service; but I mean to keep Jim Hawkins here to sleep at | my house, and. with your permission, I | propose we should have up the cold pie, | and let him supp
 ''As you will, Livesey, said the squire; l "Hawkins has earned better than cold 1 pie"
 So big pigeon pie was brought in and put on a side-table, and I made q hearty supper, for l was as hungry as a hawk, while MT. Dance was further | complimented, and at last dismissed.
 "And now, squire" said the doctor.
 And, now, Livesey,' said the squire, in the same breath.
 "One at time, one at a time," laughed Dr. Livesey. "You have heard of this Flint, I suppose? ?"
 ''Heard of him!" cried the squire. "Heard of him, you say! He was the buccaneer that sailed. was a child to Flint. The Spaniar%s were so prodigious1y afraid