The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-04-09

in the power of that bo'sun after I had
killed his brother"
Death drugs revenge; would not kill
my enemy" said the captain, putting on
one of. those inaommJlnicable looks which
always alarmed Hardy with thoughts of
the ships safety. II would keep my
brothers murderer alive-at sea. There Is
the middle watch and the CHASTITY face of
the moon! Whispers aloft and Gods eye
in every star! The ghostly figure should
walk the quarterback with the assassin,
should enter his berth with him, and sit
beside his bunk and watch him. That is
the revenge that kills the soul-the very
thought makes me sweat"
His face changed into an expression Of
agitation, and with q sudden hurry he
disappeared down the companion steps.
Hardy watched the French boat draw
alongside the baraue. He wondered that
the captain should have left the deck at
such jtime; It was another illustration
Of his insanity no doubt. He has gone to
see to little Johnny perhaps" the mate
thought, what had happened having faded
in the chaotic muddle of his reason. Here
was Capt. Layard who was determined
to make swift passage, keeping his snip
hove to and going below to talk to his
bright haired boy, to help him dress may
be, and to muse in lop-sided moralizing
over the medicine chest.
He took the glass and leveled 1t at the
barque and saw the boat slowly ascend
ing In spasmodic jerks to the davits. A
few men dragged at the falls, and upon
the port quarter Of the poop the rest OF
the ships company apparently had as
sembled, and were clearly discussing the
recapture of the mate with the heat and
passion of the French when excited. They
gesticulated they surged and reeled, and
Hardy again saw one or another Of them
fling his hand in the direction of the fore
yard-arm.
He could not see If the mate stood
amongst them, and all forward was va
cant deck, pulsating with the shallow Of
swinging sail. Nothing else in sight all
away round the girdle Of the deep. though
this was a frequented sea; and the two
seemed abandoned, so aimless was the
look they got from the white cloths In
curving to the masts.
About ten minutes after the boat had
been hoisted Hardy, who continued to
watch the barque through the glass, saw
several men go forward, and shortly aft
er man got into the fore-rigging, and
crawled aloft and gained the foreyard.
The powerful lenses brought the barqus
close and Hardy easily saw as he fol-
lowed the man sliding to the yard-arm,
that he carried a tail block in his hand.
He made this block fast to the extremity
of the yard, and whilst he was doing this
another man got into the fore-rigginy
holding a line, the end Of which ne gave
to the fellow on the yard. who rove 1t
through the block, and then came into the
fore-rigging graspfng the line, ana Dpth
men descended to the deck.
Hardy rushed to the companion way
and shouted down the hatch, taking his
chance of the skipper hearing him, They
are going to hang that mate who killed
the captain!
A moment or two later up came Capt.
Layard.
whats that you sang outi' he cried
whats wrong? I'm with Johnny"
Look for yourself, sir" answered
Hardy, and he gave the glass to him.
The captain pointed 1t. Mad or not mad
he knew what a yard-arm whip was, and
what in this case it signifled. He saw
a crowd OF men on the forecastle; he dis
tinguished the figure of the mate, with
his arms pinioned behind him, standing
within q fathom of the rail rounding TO
the forecastle break. AS he gazed he saw
q man bandage the wretch's eyes with
q red handkerchief. The same man next
secured the end of the line TO the mans
neck, and the captain, with the telescope
at his eye, began to mutter, and Hardy
saw that his face had turned a greenlsh
yellow, but he could not understand what
he said, nor clearly perceive, as did the
captain, all that was happening aboard
that tragic barque, with its Witt at the
gaff-end beating the air like a human
arm in agony.
In the captains glass the bulk of the
forecastle crowd melted and could not
be seen on the main deck. One who was
left-and the muttering captain thought
that he was the boatswain-held a book
and seemed to be reading from it. The
two men kept the barque's victim pinned
to the rail; the man VINO was reading
closed his book and raised his arm