The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1900-03-09
| DICK RODNEY;
Or. The Adventures Of
An EtOn Boy.
! ny JAMES GRANT
satttstst
NJ JNME9 0RANT.


doctor" said old Tom. who knelt be-
side Hislop. handling his wounds with |
the tenderness OF woman. and " |
the whole British navy hove in sight, |
we haven't a rag OF bunting 90 shake |
out as a signal since that rascally plea
room. the Cubano. has cast every color |
and signal overheard"
"woll. Tom. he shnn't die this bout"
said Ned Carlton. hopefully Let us
tie up his wounds as best We can. TO
bolhy the bleeding and give him some
thing as rcvlyor."
"lt's blessing his old mother in
Scotland don't see an this" added
rough Tom Lamhourne. with n tear
In his eye; poor Marc liislop Is her
only support. and sisters. too"
/ thought now. with conjunction,
how often his theories and pedantry
had bored me. and resolved to DO
unremliting In my care Of him.
Tho united medical skin Of those
honest souls. our crew. was very small;
however. the wounds were carefully
washed in clean water. their best
shirts were torn into bandagcs or fold
ed into pads TO stop tie bleeding: and
in this they were quLe successful.
A beaker OF NewThngland rum was
hoisted out OF the forchold and its
head was instantly started. The liquor
was very redolent ~ troacle. but n
glass OF Il mixed with watcr--the read
lest stimulant that occurred to the
minds OF the seamcn-was poured be-
tween the parchod lips OF the sufferer.
who at last slept, In the pleasant at
mosphero formed by the awning
which shaded him from the fierce sun,
and in the breeze that whlstlod past
tho bows as the Eugcnio still bore ON
her new courEe. close hauled. with all
her fore-and-aft canvas set. and the
white. gllttorlng spray dying over her
/ oat-hoadB and dolphin striker.
/ The terrible Cubnno still kept pos
/ session Of the cabin. His two slx-bar-
relied revolvers gave him twelve shots.
and we were but nine In all, rs the
captain. Roberts. and VIII white had
already persisted by hls hand. and
Hyslop. TO all appearances. was dy-
ing: thus Antonio kept us all In sub
lection by his weapons. Just M half
dozen well-armed soldiers may con-
troll mob OF thousands.
So passed the night; the crew group
ed forward. full OF schemes for venge-
anoe. and he AFT, full OF triumph.
ferocity and cognac.
Next morning was on the quarter
deck. and when day broke | became
aware. by n splashing sound astern
that We were towing something In the
dead water OF the briggs wake. Or
loohtna o~~r An. ,aneen. what ~sr,
my emotions on beholding the body o
my kind frlend-our good and hospl
table captain-towed by the neck a
the eng OK n linel
Around the poor corpse. which wa
in It's nightdress. the green wave
danced merrily In tho golden light Q
. the morning sun that was now beam
ing over the sea. refreshing the dis
| tant shores and roviyinE all but him.
Antonio In the night had cast II froI
one OF the cabin windows on the poi
: side OF tho rudder-oaae. and throug
that aperture the line to which II wa
attached was now run.
By the smoke OF a cigar. which Al
cended to the taffrall at times. al
! covered that the atroclous Cuban WI
' sitting at the open cabin window b.
0 low me. watching and waiting 10 o,
? the body devourod by the sharks: an
= knew that he would shoot all who n
tempted TO cross his purpose or wi
4 came within reach OF his pistol. Tn
/ prevented any man from lowerlr
!. himself over the stern, either TO ha
:. IN tho line or cut II adrlft.
I 'Demoniol" we heard him. exclaiI
/ when by n sudden lurch OF the sh
e the line parted and the poor corp
9 went rolling and surging to leeward.
"There he goes. and God bless hli
although he's cut adrift without
prayer or sailors wlndlng-sheet
! said Tom Lambourne. taking on h
IS hat. as the body bobbed like a rs
= erman's fioat on the waves for lit
!, space and then disappeared IN the Ion
- white track made by the Eugen
q through the dark apple-green OF 4
q morning sea.
II All the stories had heard or re
d OF Spanish revenge seemed eclipsed
l. the atrocities OF this fendish Cubant