Evening star., 1900-12-15

ing aboard tonight" said the mate slowly.
Get a little whisky for him out O my
Stateroom.'
LAY, ay, sir" said the deeply amused
Bradd.
Just little in the bottom of the bottle'll
do" continued the mate. Don't put more
in. for he drinks like fish"
~ never said such a thing, capn,' said
Bradd in agitated whisper. Il never
thought o such a thing
mo, 1 know you wouldn't said Zingall,
who was staring hard at "a nearly empty
whisky bottle on the table.
And don't leave your baccy pouch lying
about George, continued the mate, in
thrilling whisper
The skipper gave a faint, mirthless little
laugh and looked at him uneasily.
IF ever there was spOnger for 'baccy.
George, it's him. said the mate in a conf
Dental whisper.
Capt. Zingall, who was at that very mo-
ment filling his pipe from the pouch which
the skipper had himself pushed toward him.
laid it carefully on the table again, and
gazing steadily at his friend took out the
tobacco already in his pipe and replaced
It, In the silence which ensued the mate
took up the whisky bottle and pouring the
contents into a tumbler added a little water
and drank 1t with a relish
He leaned back the locker and
smacked his lips. There was a faint laugh
from one of the crew, and looking up
smartly. he seemed to be aware for the
first time of their presence. What are
you doin' down here?' he roared. What
do you WANT
"Nothin', sir" said the cook: "only we
thought"
Get out at once vociferated the mate
rising.
stay where you are" said the skipper,
"Georger' said the mate in the squeaky
voice in which he chose to personate the
skipper
Bring him round. Zingall." said the skip
nGr n
I'll let I'm know who's who
With a confident smile Zingall got up
quietly from the locker and fixed his terri
BILE gaze on the mate The mate fell back
and gazed al him open mouthed.
''Wh no the devil are you staring at?' he
demanded, rudely.
Still holding him with his gaze. Zingall
clapped his hands together and stepping up
to him, blew strongly in his face. The
mate. with perfect scream of rage, picked
him up by the middle and dumping him
heavily on the floor. held him there aud
Hep" cried Zingall. in smothered
voice. Take him off,
why don't you bring him round?" yelled
the skipper, excitedly. whats the good of
playing with him?'
Zingalrs reply. which was quite irrele-
want, consisted almost entirely of adjec-
ti,e es and improper nouns.
BLOW in is face agin, SIR, said the cook,
bending down kindly.
Take him off,, yelled Zingall. Hes
killing me-.
The skipper flew to the assistance of his
friend but the mate, who was of gigan ic
strength and stature, simply backed and
crushed him against bulkhead. Then as
If satisfied, released the creStfallen Zingall
and stood looking at him.
"Why-don't you-brIng-him round?'
painted the skipper.
Hes out of my CONTROL" said Zlngall
rising nmbly to his feet. '1ve heard Of
such cases before. I'm only new at the
work, you know. but dare say in a couple
of years time"
The skipper howled at him. and the mate
suddenly awoke again to the obnoxious
presence of the crew. drove them up the
companion ladder and pressed them to the
forecaStle.
This is pretty kettle O.. fish," said
Bradd. Indignantly. why don't You bring
him round?'
Because l can't" said Zingall, shortly.
It'll have to wear Off"
Wear orr repeated the skipper.
Hes under a delusion now," said Zingall,
AN O course 1 can't say how long itll
| last. but. whatever you do. don't cross him
| in any way"
''oh. don't cross him." repeated Bradd.
with sarcastic infection, ''and you cali
yourself a mesmerist."
| Capt. Zngall drew himself up with little
| pride We'll. see what I've DONE" he said
| The fact is l was charged full with cleo
TRICKY when l came aboard, and he's got it
| all aow. It's left me weak, and until NV
will wears off him he's captain O. this ship. -
i And what about me?'' said Bradd
You're the mate.' said Zingall. land
mind, for your own sake. you act upon It.
II you don't cross him haven't any doubt