Smyrna times., 1901-09-11

port Tom came aboard to revel in the
ship talk and yarns of officers and men.
He soon knew all the officers by name
and had formed n close friendship with
seaman named Hansen, who was hail
fellow with every man in the crew.
Hansen was killed the night before
the Monterey sailed for Frisco. He had
gone ashore with a guard to arrest a
half breed Mexican stOker who had
Overstaid his leave. The guard sep
arated to scour the town for the de-
serter, and Hansen, slone, had the |
misfortune to corner him in Chinese
dive at the lower end of town. A knife |
in the dark as he was dragging his |
prisoner through an alleyway, q panic /
of chattering Cinnamon, who quenched |
their lamps and bOlted their doors, and |
poor Hansen was left dying in the
mire. 1t is but four miles to the Mex
lean border from San Diego. and thith.
er it was supposed the murderer had
fed.
The mayor of San Diego offered 5000
reward for the capture of Hansens
slayer, the little police force was
thrown into a fever of activity, the
Monterey delayed her sailing for three
days, and then the crime began to be
forgotten. Tom sailed out to the fish
ing grounds every morning with whom
ever he could pick up.
1t was nearly a month after the mon-
itor had gone when a lone fisherman
sitting at the end of the jetties that
| reach from the crescent end of Coro-
nadO island hailed him. Young Claflin
stood in for the landing and invited the
stranger aboard. He wanted something
to eat, and the boy, with a sudden flut-
ter in his heart, opened his pail and
! bade the stranger make himself COM
! Portable. They fished all that day with
rare luck. and at sundOwn the Little
! Mother was deep with her cargo of
BARRACUDA. Once under the lee of Point
Iona on the hOmeward trip the breeze
died out. and the boat went drifting
with the tide. The southern reaches of
the entrance to San Diego harbOr are
covered with sand bars and shadows
that extend two miles-alOng the inner
side of the Coronado.
The tide ran out while the Little
Mother was drifting above these bars,
ana when darkness fell she went hard
aground. y dense fog came with the
night. The channel buOys disappeared
The distant lights of the city were
blurred and quenched in the thick
haze, and by the time food tide came
again it was impossible to steer the
| hO1f with oCrtaiutx, C1
"We'd better anchor till the fog
lifts" said Tom, wondering what his
mother would think if he staid out all
night.
His comrade sullenly agreed. and so
they dropped anchor and lay rocking
in the calm cloud of mist for hours.
The stranger fell asleep in the bottom
of the boat, but Tom, big eyed now, his
heart beating with wild excitement sat
in the bow watching. 1t must have
been near midnight when he crept
down into the hull and unshipped the
little pump. The tide was going out
again, and as he dropped the disman
tied apparatus into tie sea he heard
the water gurgling into the hold. The
stranger was yet sleeping when Ton
slipped over the rail- breast high in the
water, and headed for shore.
= 1t was in the morning when III
reached the police station in San Die
y go. He was bareheaded and wet. hi!
bedraggled shirt and trousers wer,
, clustered with burns and thorns, hi
feet were bleeding. and he could hard
q ly speak the words:
: Captain, I've got the Mexican tina
. killed Hansen"
o 1t was daylight when they surround
o ed the scuttled lugger. The Mexican
+ was awake. clinging to the half sub
4 merged mainmast. The rickety boat
, loaded with fish and bumped by tn
- now running seas, was going to piece
: plank by plank. Tom didn't waste
@ thought over the captured mGrdere
V after he saw the police lay hands o
him, but he shed a weak, unwillin
, tear over the wreck of the Littl
= Mother.
d "Why did you wreck your boa
d TOm?" asked his mother that da
n while the story of her boys heroisl
10 made him the talk of the town.
le "Well, nanny" he said. Il wa
,e afraid the Mexican'd get away to Sc
al / wanted him, you know, but what
D. wanted most was that 5000 reward.
le can buy a new boat for half the mo-
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