The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-11-16
CHAPTER XIII.
HOME AGAIN.


The Eureka was in the Bristol chan.
mel once more, flying for pilot of Car
diff Dolly and Guthrie were on deck
standing side by side and watching the
press of shipping in the channel They
had many things to say to one another
just now. these two. for the great ad.
venture had been carried through to it's
hoped for termination at last and now
the future was calling for it's plans
What, then, had become of the. turtle
schooner and her thievish crew.
For the second time Cain Laversha
had routed them. and by the mere force
OF his enormous muscles had saved the
situation when it seemed to be most
desperate. While the white headed mu-g
latto was uttering threats of vengeance.
the drift had carried the whaleboat
within short 80 feet of the ketch's
side Cain Laversha had been below
when the schooner was first sighted,
busy packing away the few remaining
cylinders of oxygen, which. now that
all the undersurface work was over.
would no longer be needed The com
motion on deck had passed unnoticed.
or, if he was conscious that something
unusual was afoot, that did not strike
him as giving any cause why he should
not go on with the piece Of work on
which he was engaged.
Now, it SO happened that there was
one cylinder more than would 20 into
the chest into which DR.. Tring had told
him to put them, so Cain took this one
in his arms and made his way up on
deck with it, to ask for further instruc-
tions regarding its disposal. He emerged
from the hatch just as the mulatto had
finished the speech with which the last
chapter ended.
Now, this mulatto unfortunately for
himself and for his companions hopes,
was man of quick temper. No sooner,
therefore, did he catch sight of the burly
farmer than in flash of ungovernable
fury he remembered the uncomfortable
night which he had spent on board the
schooner. with his neck pinned in the
skylight by the immovable mass of
Gains 90 stone of flesh. With hot.
rasping oath, he diverted the aim of the,
! pistol which he had told the Eurekas
was pointed dead at Dolly's heart, and
fired instead at his old adversary, point
blank
The ballet whipped off Gains cap.
The farmer felt the wind Of it, looked
up In surprise. saw the white headed
old ruffian whose shot some DAYS ago
had shredded of his ear, and with
roaring below of rage hurled the heavy
iron cylinder he was carrying.
The cylinder struck one of the
thwarts of the whaleboat, exploded
with dull shock and blew the bottom
out Of her In three seconds the eight
negroes were struggling in the water.
Lower away the jollyl" cried Captain
Colepepper.
1t was done. and Tom Jelly and Hen
rietta were just going to tumble down
into her
| "NoP' roared the captain. ..Stay on
deck. Bend rope to the painter and
push her out to them with boat hook.
They can all swim. it seems. and the
explosion doesn t appear to have stunned
any OF EN-, strange to say. Let 'em
scramble into her themselves. Hold on
to the rope, though. Don't let her get
out of your hands, whatever you DOR
The eight negroes managed to scram-
BILE into the boat one by one, while Cap
tain Colepepper leaned over the side
and covered them with the little nickel
plated revolver which was one Of the
trophies of the former encounter. The
negroes own pistols were half way to
the bottom Of the ocean by this time, go
they were powerless
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