The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-02-26

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dear. Out of our slender ships com
Fany Is had been killed outright. four
had hurts that they would die under.
and of the rest there was no man who
could not show the color of his own
blood.
When the excitement of the battle
had passed away and the grim fever
of Staying had become memory, not
one stood on our decks in whose body
there was not some deadly throb or
sickening ache-not one who was not
stiff from angry, rainbow colored bruls-
es or faint from loss of blood. Our
captain lay pale and helpless in his
bunk, brought to deaths very door by
bullet wound under the shoulder,
which he had borne undressed through
half the long fight. The back of the
boatswain's bald pate was burned
bla ( with powder, and he had more
ribs stove in than the pain would let
him count. And of the others one all
ed this and another that; one by the
blow of an AK had lost the fingers of
his hand, another by the crack of a
gunstock had lost the sense of his
hand.
The active watch on deck consisted
of two persons. There was Job Ire
halion, with the old scar on his face
crossed by a fresher seam, and John
Topp. with pike thrust through the
calf of one leg and dagger wound in
the foot of the other.
We had remained in melancholy si-
lence for know not how long, when
suddenly job Trehalion got up without
word and went down the companion.
Returning presently, he gave me a
handful of biscuit and a lordly dram of
cordial, and these, being sent on their
errand, revived me wonderfully. So,
after adjusting the bloody bandages
round my leg and instep, l told Job
that he and must lay our heads to-
gether and consider where to steer to.
Job was all chuckles and grins in a
moment. 1t was not often that he was
called into council by any one save the
old man, and him he affected to de-
spise, and so he considered his conf
dence no compliment.
Zone thing is sure" said 1, looking
at the battle havoc round me, 1--WE can't
keep the seas in this plight"
mo, Master Topp." chuckled Job,
that we can't. Let alone having no
crew to reef or haul the sails. the hull
an spars has sich a-many wounds in
'em that the first good squall'll send
us all to Davy Jones' locker double
quick. No. no; we'se winged. Master
Topp. an winged birds has to lie quiet
for awhile afore they tries to fly
4 again"
s"There should be ADLER heads than
ours, Job. to settle matters in a plight
like this. but the ADLER heads are all
sadly battered just now, so you and
must do our best to decide course
1 without them"
A look of solemn Importance strug
gled hard to drive the grin from Jobs
face. But habit was strong, and the
grin conquered.
1--WE might go back to the old harbol
on Cave island, Master Topp. 1t were
snug enough, an them nuts on the hill
above be rare place for sick men tt
lie in
'But the Spaniards. Job! You forge
the Spaniards.'
/ asking pardon" replied Job. screw
ing up his face with such a grin tina
the wound across it began to trich'
afresh, but one O. them Spaniards tina
we left behind has got off. And If one
maybe ALL
"What!w cried. zone got off
Where did you hear of him?"
"Seed him an felt him, Master Topp
which is better than hearing O. him
1t was his iron as wrote this fresl
mark across my face That comes c
disregarding the old mans words a
sparing Spaniards, he added sagely.
Captain Ireland's within, job" sal
l, struggling my shoulders. But ar
you sure of your man?"
"Sure as am O you, Master TopI
or O. uncle, or O. Captain Ireland, Q
O. any one else noticeable. This u
was a short, CHEEKY kind O little chal
VII handy legs an bright steel bas
, sinet on's head. Now, sea armor is a
, ways BACKED, so man as wears hi
bright Is naturally man you notice"
"Why, remember himw said L. 6
merry, cowardly little wretch name
Sancho something or other. Your III
| Gle gave him Il pretty scare in the Sc
I pents temple
) That's him; Don Sancho! An if TIL
| blow he gave me had been driven hon
, stead O failing half hearted throug
! the frightened trembling O the don
: arm l should have gone down SUI
: enough. AS it was, ! stood an to-
, pied him into the sea for cumberiI
, my way. Saul Dickory maybe cou
e tell us how handy legs came to be {
t the galleon."
A Fetch him." said l. And Job wen
If Job was right and the Spaniart
"A Ela