The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-11-13

agoI No fear; there III be an anchor
watch set aboard the Eureka tonight
right enough and every other night,
too, till she sails clean away from these
numbering islands. Now, the schooner's
folk expect to catch the doctor and the
cap'n mapping, but I'm thinking they'll
get bit of surprise when they try"
Maybe. but I don't see that that
mends the matter, objected Guthrie;
sin fact, it makes the case worse if
anything. If there is resistance, there
will be bloodshed There are no fire.
arms on board the Eureka, and every
one of these cutthroat niggers is armed
to the teeth Besides, now that that
hoary headed old mulatto has worked
them pto the proper pitch, they won't
be in the mood to stick at trifes. The
gaunt captain tries to restrain them
now, but if his blood was up in fight
wouldn't trust even him very far"
well. sir, we must do something
ourselves to keep EN- busy, said Mrs.
Jelly decidedly. s'The trouble is I can't
think of anything Can your
Ii we had powder, we might blow
hole in the schooner.
But we haven't got the powder nor
nothing else either, barring live turtles,
and don't see that we could make
much of an explosion with them. Think
of something else, sir. !"
Guthrie kept silence for moment
pondering but no plan would come to
him. The quiet of the hold was broken
by the loud breathing of Cain Laversha,
who was lying on his back among the
turtles snoring like a steam force pump,
and under the circumstances the under
graduate found those healthy SHORES
wildly irritating. They were aggres-
sive, insistent. He could fix his mind
on nothing else but them
"Give that clod kick and wake
himl" he cried irritably.
The farmer was reused and stretched
himself noisily.
perhaps Cain might give us an
idea, " suggested Mrs. Jelly, though
without much hope in her tone
''Try him. :" said Guthrie.
Henrietta began in low voice to
give the farmer an account of the stu
alton, but his ears seemed at the mo-
ment to be preternaturally dull and he
constantly interrupted her with a
hoarse, whispered "What2' that
doomed through the hold like rain
squall. The woman cut her tale as ehort
as she could
CHOW, Cain, what are we to dor
asked Guthrie when she had finished.
The farmer shook his head slowly
from side to side, yawned heavily. but
did not answer.
."Think, mani" exclaimed the under
graduate testify.
81 can't, EUR, said the man in
such whisper that the turtles began
to rustic afresh at the sound of it.
Then Mrs. Jelly took him in hand
and tried him with zusan Pierce. She
reminded him that Zusan would take it
badly if he never returned TO her and
none Of the Santa Catarina's treasure
fell to her share, and then, with the
cunning of one who knew. she drew
vivid pictureof the lady s sharp tongued
wrath There was an inconsistency in
this somewhere, but that he would not
be there to feel his sweetheart's wrath
did not seem to occur to the farmer. He
reused himself from his habitual leth-
argy and shook his big head pitifully
to the tune of. "That nd be tarrible.
'Enrietta, tarriblel'
ut would; you're right, said the
undergraduate, sitting his inclination
to laugh Just think Of it'll Your
throat cut, and Zusan' purse unreplen-
ished and her marriage finger still un-
hoopedI Now come, CAIN pull yourself
together and tell us way out Of the
difficulty
II reckon, EUR. said the farmer with
awful deliberation. ''us ought to cloimt
up atop of the zeilin first