The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1900-05-29

Tine poor lad Is dying from lack Of a
doctor" said old Tom, who knelt be-
side Hislop, handling his wounds with
the tenderness Of woman; "and il
the whole British navy hove in sight.
we haven't rag Of bunting to shake
out as signal, since that rascally plea
room, the cubano, has cast every color
and signal overheard"
well, Tom. he shant die this bout"
said Ned Carlton, hopefully. Let us
tie up his wounds as best we can, to
Delay the bleeding, and give him some
thing as reyiyer."
TITS a blessing his old mother in
Scotland don't see all this" added
rough Tom Lambourne, with tear
in his eye; poor Marc Hislop is her
only support, and a sisters, too"
I thought now. with conjunction,
how often his theories and pedantry
had bored me, and / resolved to be
unremitting in my care Of him.
The united medical skill Of those
honest souls, our crew, was very small;
however, the wounds were carefully
washed in clean water; their best
shirts were torn into bandages or fold
ed into pads to stop tie bleeding; and
in this they were quite successful.
A beaker of New<ngland rum was
hoisted out Of the forehold, and its
head was instantly started. The liquor
was very redolent OF treacle, but a
glass Of it mixed with water-the read
Test stimulant that occurred to the
minds Of the seamen-was poured be-
tween the parched lips Of the sufferer,
who at last slept, in the pleasant at
mosphere formed by the awning
which shaded him from the fierce sun,
and in the breeze that whistled past
the bows as the Eugene still bore on
her new course, close hauled, with all
her fore-and-aft canvas set, and the
white, glittering spray flying over her
cat-heads and dolphin striker.
The terrible Cubano still kept pos
session Of the cabin. His two six-bar-
relied revolyers gave him twelve shots,
and we were but nine in all, as the
captain, Roberts, and Will White had
already persisted by his hand, and
Hyslop, to all appearances, was dy-
ing; thus Antonio kept US all in sub
lection by his weapons, just as half
a dozen well-armed soldiers may con-
troll mob Of thousands.
So passed the night; the crew group
ed forward, full Of schemes for venge-
ance, and he aft, full OF triumph
ferocity and cognae.
Next morning l was on the quarter
deck, and when day broke I became
aware, by splashing sound astern
that we were towing something in the
dead water of the briggs wake. Or
/ looking over the taffrail, what were
my emotions on beholding the body o.
/ my kind friend-our good and hospi
/ table captain-towed by the neck a
| the END CO line,
Around the poor corpse, which wa
4 in its nightdress, the green wave
danced merrily in the golden light o
the morning sun that was now beam
ing over the sea, refreshing the dis
tant shores and reviving all but him.
Antonio in the night had cast it from
one of the cabin windows on the poT
side of the rudder-case, and throug
that aperture the line to which it wa
attached was now run.
BY the smoke Of cigar. which as
cended to the taffrail at times, 1 dis
covered that the atrocious Cuban wa
sitting at the open cabin window be
low me, watching and waiting to Sc
the body devoured by the sharks; an
l knew that he would shoot all who al
tempted to cross his purpose or VIII
came within reach of his pistol. Til
prevented any man from lowerin
himself over the stern, either to han
in the line or cut it adrift.
''Demonioi" we heard him exelain
when by a sudden lurch of the shi
the line parted and the poor corp;
went rolling and surging to leeward.
There he goes, and God bless hiT
although he's cut adrift without
PRAYER or a sailors winding-sheet
said Tom Lambourne, taking off h
hat, as the body bobbed like ifs
erman's float on the waves for lit
space and then disappeared in the Ion
white track made by the Eugen
through the dark apple-green of Il
morning sea.
All the stories l had heard or re;
of Spanish revenge seemed eelipsed
the atrocities of this fiendish Cubanc