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

was close shaver and dark, hahited in
loose blue breeches and a jumper, and
looked a good sailor, spite his nationality,
that WAS as marked in gesture and bear
ing as though branded oar his brow I Il
can i speak to the captain?" said he,
looking from Hardy to the skipper. His
broken English was good. 5
Glad you speak my, tongue" said the
captain. What do you want?"
81 have served in American ships and
can speak English" answered thes man.
II am brother of the captain of that
barque. He was stabbed last night, and
is dead. Our second mate, too, is dead.
The first mate is missing. I'll swear he
killed my poor brother and then drowned
himself. We are without navigator.
What are we to do?''
,"You shall have a navigator" exclaimed
Capt. Layard, and he looked towards the
forecastle, but the Frenchman had dis
appeared.
The man bowed and said, ut was a
cold blooded assassination. They had
been quarreling all the voyage. The viii
lain chose the right moment, and the sea
is easier than the guillotine."
81 saw your captain fall said Hardy,
land the man that killed him is aboard
u.s.
The fellow started and so did his eye
balls in their sockets as he flashed them
eagerly and fiercely along the decAs where
the sailors were scrubbing,-an the boat
swain encouraging them with the pleasant
promptings of the British forecastle:
Scrub it out of 'em, my lads. Dye want
to drown the ship, you sojer? Slap it
along the lee-cOaming and be damned to
you, Dick. Amt it as thick as yer eye
brows there? Hurry up, hurry up with
them buckets. Areswe a h'eXcavator with
the steam turned off"
"a hand fetch that Frenchman out of
the fok'sle and bring him aft" shouted
Hardy.
What do you mean to do with him ?''
asked the captain
II will call the crew together and con
s;der,' answered the mar with a hideous-
ly significant glance at. the main-yard-
arm.
IF you hang him." said the captain.
who'll navigate your"
The fellow folded his arms lightly uUon
lis breast and sank his head, seniiag Il
level look OF patient hate through his eye
lashes towards the forecastle.
whats your rating aboard your ship?'
inquired the captain
''Boatswain, sir, was the answer, and
the man did not turn his head TO say it.
The dog at this moment came ont OF
the cabin and stood with his fore-fee- on
tie plank at the coaming, Staring at tbs
OSdSt6P. lie SeGI1eQ 10 Dl5du. Inc nuIESn
sririt could not be more eloqut Mt IL tie
gaze; but the captain did not heed him,
for lust then the man who had been sent
to fetch the Frenchman was coming aft,
shoulder to shoulder with the Frerchnan
himself The men forgot TO scrub; the
head pump ceased to gush; the boat>wain
left off conjuring and damping. All eyes
were turned aft. The silence of mo-
ment fell upon the ship, and nothing
IL low 4
foundland
The Frenchman, fresh from the fore
castle was CHASTITY pale; mis- walk was de-
hant: when abreast of the main hatch
way he came more quickly than his COM
panion. who stopped. He walked up close
to the boatswain of the barque and said,
in his native tongue:
'Well!
The other dropped his arms; his hands
we're clenched, his eyes charged with that
deadly cold light OF hate which Is more
dangerous and fearful than the lame OF
fury. He spoke slowly In French, ard
what he said was this:
'.You did not drown yourself, see, aft.
er assassinating my brother"
you lie in your throat. 1 sprang to
save nv life Your brother is live MAJ
for me-
Liar; and villain, and exeerable cow
ardl'' .
He stepped to the rail and said to the
men, in French 1of5eourse-but you shall
be told what he said;
"Thc assassin is in this ship. Tfe pre-
tends that he sprRng for his life; he killed
my brother, our1 navigator, and would
have consigned us, helpless, to the desoia-
ton of the sea.
He returned and was followed BIZ howl
of passion from bl1e boat alongside.
All in a minute, sand just as the man
was posing himself again in dramatic a.
titude close to the murderer, the huge
Newfoundland, with an indescribable roar
of rage, sprang with the whole weight of