The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-04-01
CHAPTER XIII.
The CastaWayS.

And had I, with the doubtful second
sight Of Eborra's witch mother, been
able to see that which was approach
ing the isle of San Juan. I might well
have said to myself that malignant de-
mons were following our trail.
But as it was I could not discern a
certain small boat far out to sea-
boat which seemed to drift here and
there, yet which Notwithstanding pro-
gressed nearer and ever nearer to our
island.
There were two men in it, one of
them lying at full length in the bottom,
with his face in the shadow of a
thwart. He had his head turned away.
The other sat with one hand in his
bosom. The other was laid occasional
1y on the tiller, from which it would
drop off again in a moment For the
dull, fiery glow from the slanting sun
made the iron of the tiller bar as hot as
the bars of a CRATE, falling at the same
time upon the PROSTATE man and turn
ing a pair of large silver earrings into
hoops Of burning copper.
The man at the tiller looked dOwn'as
his companion turned his head and
moaned. He Slid his hand into d locker
and drew from il a case bottle and a
small cluster of bananas. Then he held
the bottle up TO the light, turning it
upside down to see how much liquid
remained in it. The wide neck was
scarcely filled.
The next moment Captain Philip
StansfieId, late Of the Corramante and
of the Isle Of the Winds was support
ing the head of Saul Mark on his knee
and pouring the last drops Of rum down
his throat. He did not reserve so much
as one drop for himself.
To al intents the man he now stopped
to succor had been dead. The slight
movements he made from time to time
were no more than the spasm of i'm
minent rigor. But the strong liquid
penetrated to the springs of life. The
heavy eyelids were slowly appraised. life
looked out Of the blOOdshOt eyeballs.
The soul of the man awOke and showed
a moment like an evil beast at the
mouth OF his lair. Saul Mark recOg-
uized the face that was bent over him,
and the faint semblance Of a grin
twitched his mouth downward and to
one side "Still a sea-mile TO wiEdWard
of hell, Philip" he murmured, and
closed his eyes with a singular CLEAN
Of triumph in them.
Captain Stansfield sighed and went on
trying TO force a piece of crumbled
banana between the clenched teeth.
Not yet" he murmured; mot yet.
Death alone shall release me from my
bond. / will pay the price, yes-to the
uttermost farthing 1 will pay"
And lifting his eyes he saw, black
across the crimson arc of the sinking
sun. very far away, the sierra of the
isle Of San Juan de Porto Rico.
IT was a week or two afterward that
the Lady Juanita Silveda, who had re-
covered from her brief indispositiOn,
and now went out more than ever. or
dered out her carriage that she might
take the air. With her went Anna, by
reason of the sudden favor which had
descended upon her. Indeed, the sonora
could not be parted from the girl,
scarcely for an hour. A bed room had
been hastily thrown into her suite of
APARTMENTS in the cOmmanderie, and
the guards and cloaked gaunt officers
from old Spain swore under their
breaths that Donna Juanita had sud-
denly gone mad For they said it was
easy to see that Don Nicholas had fall
Ien over head and ears ("and that last
is a long fall" murmured Ramon Gar
cia. lieutenant Of artillery in love
with the ynHng English girl. whose