El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-08-11

had ever come off. SO he supposed that
the Parce marked him out to live. And
what would they havef His shout.
At that period Mr.. Patrick Cambel was
feeling extremely pleased with himself.
He hated the work at which he had been
engaged any man must hate being
| mixed with a swindle, be it great or small.
And the end seemed near; the end, con-
| joined to full success.
He had had struggle for it, because
once more Captain Kettle had felt inclined
to fight for his own hand rather than do
all things for mere employers who only
paid him paid salary. 1t was when Cam
bel woke from that dead sleep on the
| wheel grating of the upper bridge and
came down to learn of the tragedy of the
| plume hunters, which had taken place
during his Inconsistencies, that he got
the first hint of this. The little captain
received him with cold stiffness, was
wooden when asked for any suggestion
| and snarled when Cambel inquired what
| allied him. 1t was the donkeyman who
put the difficulty into words.
And, captain, now,'' said he, chow
much might yez be getting out of all this
| for yerself?'
Five hundred pounds
| "Begor, it's mighty lot of money and
=, little enough toe I wish I'd it meself an
more. I'd like a house ashore, an a wife,
| an an ass cart that might dhrive her out
| in like a gentleman, besides other things"
'Oh, stop that! Don't tell me what a
man might do if he'd his pick of the
money in this ship. 1 can figure that out
for myself without suggestions from any
blasted Irishman.''
"Ah. now, captain, dear, don't be cross
wild me, because was going on to say that
in case of trouble, in case there was, We'll
say, thrilling argument, I'd be on your
side. Mr.. Cambel, yer a gentleman, an
I like ye well, but the captain here's
me officer, an-well, sor, a boy must look
after himself sometimes, specially when
there's chance like this ready to his fin
gers. 'Twon't come again in lifetime
Probably not, said ,Cambel. He lay
back in his chair, with linked fingers be-
hind his head. Look here, Kettle, if you
want to shoot me, pull out your gun and
get it over. Then you and Sullivan can
run the cargo where you please and share
it how you like. But that's the only way
you'll make me consent to your taking
what's beyond your due. Shelf trusted
me, and, by Jove, I'm going to act fairly
by Shelf if he We're a ten times bigger thief
than L know him to be already. Now,
then, jump quick-let's have it over
They were in the chartrOom. Captain
Kettle puckered his head for minutes
thought and then. getting up shut and
locked the starboard door. He took that
which gave upon the head of the compan-
Ionsvay and handed them both to Cambel.
Now, sir, F" said he, you lock me and
the donkeyman in here and go and do as
you like. But advise you to take your
ID gold somewhere out of this ship,
because sure it IS there when I next
come out of this room so sure do 1 60 and
loot it. That my bunk there, bang above
the place where it's starved. and I've sat
on top of those sovereigns like hen every
watch below I've had this voyage and
heard 'em chinkle and wondered what
they'd hatch out into. You perhaps I'M
derstand what 1 means'
Cambel nodded.
Then take the cinch from me, sir and
cart your boxes away to hell as quick as
you can. Poor men like me shouldn't
have big temptations. 1t isn't healthy
for their neighbors. No, by God Here
get out of this, Mr.. Cambel, 1 shall be
doing you a violence yet, and mind you
lock the door Donkeyman, you hound
there's whisky in that bottom locker
Take the clean glass yourself and give
me the dirty one p"
Cambel read the little mans mind to a
comma and bowed gravely without speak
ing. Then he did as he was hidden with
the door and the key and went below and
began the herculean task of bringing up
the iron bound specie boxes one by one
out of the cabin where they had ridden
from the Mersey dock. He placed them in
the port quarter boat, which he had low
cred from its davits flush with the bridge
deck rail, and when she was loaded he
put the boat into the river. He rowed her
far up stream, past bights and bayous till
he found a narrow canal leading off the
main river through mangrove clumps,
and held on up that till the boat reached
a great round vat of black water, walled
rooted to darkness by their fringing
branches.
One by one the boxes were raised on the
gunwale and launched with a .sullen
plunge, and it seemed an age before the
foul smelling bubbles came up to tell that
they had sounded bottom And then away
back for another load And then for a
third. The inky covering closed over all,
and not so much as a splinter from one of
the boxes floated on the surface
Small fear of any one raiding that cache,
Cambel thought, and two days later, with
a clear mind, he was cabling ''Right!' to !
Theodore Shelf from the Western Union
Telegraph company's office in the hotel
hall at Point Sebastian.
Now, modern science enables us to cry a !
message by wire round half the earth at
breakfast time and have an answer re-
turned to before the gong sounds for !
luncheon, and it was in anticipation of a
quick exchange of news like this that
Cambel had come to the nearest outpost |
of civilization
He had hidden his $500, 900 of gold, re-
leased the two men in the chartroom, with |
instructions that when they felt inclined |
or sufficiently recovered for work they
should, with the negroes, help set about |
Transforming the steamers appearance. |
and afterward had made his way, partly |
overland by All Indians path he knew of,
partly in dugout through lagoon and bay
GU, to Point Sebastian.
He got a return MESSAGE it is true buf |