The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-08-28

l flIS account.
been upon me had not sprung upon
him, thrown away my bar, caught up
his companion S knife, which had fallen
from his hand, and tried my level best
to drive it in above his shoulder blade
But it was easier said than done. He
clutched me fercely and locked hard
and fast we swayed this way and that,
fighting like wildcats for our lives. He
was a smaller man than l, but active
as an acrobat and in the most perfect
training. Up and down, round and
round, we went, eyes glaring breath
coming in great gasps, our hands upon
each others Threats and every moment
drawing closer and closer to the vessel
side.
Though the whole fight could not
have lasted minute it seemed an
ete; ity. | was beginning to weaken,
and saw by the look in his hateful aim
ond eyes that my antagonist knew it.
But he had bargained without his host.
A heavy roll sent the little vessel heel
ing over to the port side, and an instant
later we were both prone upon the deck,
rolling, tumbling, fighting again to be
uppermost From the manner in which
had fallen, however, the advantage
now lay with me, and you may be sure
1 was not slow to make the most of it,
Throwing myself over and seating my
self astride of him, clutched my adj
versary by the throat and, drawing back
my arm, struck him with my clinched
fist between his eyes. The blow was
given with all my strength, and it GER
tainly told. He lay beneath me bleed
ing and insensible mass. Then stagger-
ing to my feet looked about me. On
the deck were four dead bodies-two on
the break of the poop lying faces down,
just where they had fallen; one at my
feet, his skull dashed in and his brains
protruding, horrible sight; another
under the bulwarks, his limbs twitch-
ing in his death agony and his mouth
vomiting blood with automatic regular
ity. My companion discovered seated
astride of another individual admonish
ing him with what knew was an emp.
ty revolver to abstain from any further
attempt to escape.
II think we have got the upper hand
of them now" he said as calmly as il
he We're accustomed to going through
this sort of thing every day of his life
Would you be SO good as to hand me
that piece Of rope? must make thi.
slippery gentleman fast while / have
him"
Surely it's the leader of the gang,
I cried, at the same time doing as BIZ
had asked me. "The man you pointed
out to me, Kwong Fungi"
you're quite right. 1t is. .
"And now that you have him VIVA
will his fate be?"
ga short shrift and a long rope, if
have anything to do with the matter
There! That's right, don t think you'll
get into much mischief now, m,
friend
So saying he rose to his feet, ROLLED
the man over Oh to his back and turnee
to me.
"My goodness, man, you're wound
ed" he cried, spinning me round t.
find out whence the blood was dripping
And SO was, though in my ezcitemen
had quite forgotten the fact. A bal
had passed clean through the flesh,
part of my left arm, and the bloot
flowing from it had stiffened all m,
sleeve.
With gentleness one would hardl,
have expected to find in him my frient
Z drew off my coat and cut open my shir
sleeve. Then bidding me stay where
was while he procured some water witt
which to battle the wound he left M
and went for'ard. / did not, however
see him return, for now that the excite
ment had departed great faintnes
was stealing over me. The sea seemed
to be turning black and the deck of TIL
junk to be slipping away from unde
me. Finally my legs tottered, my sense
left me and fell heavily to the ground
When came to myself again, | wa
lying on pile OF fiber sails under TIN
shelter OF AL improvised awning. M,
companion, whose name discoveret
later was Walworth, was kneeling be
side me with pretern2turallY gray'