The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-04-30

/ to Hamilton for saving his life; said. in
fact, that it was his plain duty to rem
der such trif1ing assistance; and fur
Their stated that if Hamilton found his
way over the side, he. Crane, would
not stir finger to pull him back
again.
One morning before the Tlamingo
had finished with her calls on the ports
of the Texas rivers, a matter happened
on board of her which stirred the pulse
of her being to a very different gait
| The steward who brought Captain Ket-
ties early coffee, coughed and evident
~ wanted an invitation to speak.
''Well?" said Kettle.
Its about Mr.. 'Ambletop, sir.
can't find i'm anywheres."
Have you searched the ship?'
H'unofficially, sir
well, get the other two stewards
/ and do it thoroughly
| The steward went out, and Captain
/ Kettle lifted the coffee cup and drank
a salutation to the dead Here's
luck, my lad, wherever you now may
! be. That brute Crane has got to wind
ward of the pair of us. and your in
surance moneys due this minute.
know, as sure as if your ghost stood
( here to tell me, that you've gone. How
/ I've got to find out. I'm to blame,
know" he unused on, for not taking
/ better care of you. Well, what's done
| done, and it can't be helped. But my
| lad, | want you to look on whilst
hand in the bill. It'll do YOU good to
see Crane pay up the account"
| Kettle went through his careful toilet
and then in his spruce white drill went
out and walked briskly UP and down
the hurricane deck. Hamilton was not
! on board the certain alternative was
that he lay somewhere in the warm
gulf water astern, as a helpless dead
body
Tell the chief officer he said, ito
get pair of irons out of store and
bring them down to Mr.. Cranze's room,
I'm going there now
He found Crane doctoring a very
painful head with the early applica-
ton of stimulant, and Crane asked
him what the devil he meant by not
knocking at the door before opening
it.
Captain Kettle whipped the tumbler
out of his passengers shaking fingers,
and emDtied it's contents into the
washbasin. I'm going to see you
hanged shortly. you drunken beast, :"
he said. but in the meanwhile you
may as well get sober for a change,
and explain things up bit
and sat UP. The painfulness of his
head did not improve his temper Look
here" he said. I've had enough of your
airs and graces. I've paid for my pas
sage on this rubbishy old water-pusher
of yours, and PIP
Mr.. Cranze's connective remarks
broke off here for the time being. He
found himself suddenly plucked away
from the bunk by pair of iron hands
and hustled out through the stateroOm
door. He was a tall man, and the
H., L. l. l.
and, though he struggled wildly and
madly, all his efforts to have his own
way were futile. SO Crane found him
self hustled out on to the lower fore
deck where somebody handcuffed him
neatly to an iron stanchion, and pres
emily a mariner, by Captain Kettles
orders, rugged a hose and mounted on
the iron bulwark above him and let a
three-inch stream of chilly brine slop
steadily on to his head.
The situation, from an onlooker's
point of view, was probably ludicrous
enough. but what daunted him was
that nobody seemed to take it as a joke.
There were a dozen men of the crew
who had drawn near to watch and yes
terday all these would have laughed
contemptuously at each of his contor-
tons. But now they were all stricken
to a sudden solemnity.
"Spell-oi" ordered Kettle Lets see
if he's sober yet" The man on the bull
wark let the stream from the hose flop
overheard.
Crane gasped back his breath and
used it in a torrent of curses.
Play on him again. said Kettle
The water splashed down heavily on
Cranze's head and shoulders, and the
onlookers took stock of him without a
trace of emotion.
"Spell-o" ordered Kettle some five
minuter later. This time Crane had
the sense to hold his tongue. He was
quite sober, and able to weigh any
words that were dealt out to him.
Now" said Kettle. judicially. what
have you done with Mr.. Hamilton"
Nothing