The Princeton union., 1902-04-03
by one hauled themselves up the slip

by one hauled themselves up the slip
perry side and reached the deck.
Still the inexorable Hawkins stood
before them. This time, however, the
noon showed the CLINT of a revolver in
each Of his hands, and behind him
stooI: the gentlemen passengers smi-
!arly armed
men," he said, addressing the sullen
crowd, II hope that by this time you
have discovered that, though Captain
Pugley is disabled, the ship is not with
out a master. With or without au-
thority l have taken charge, and in
tend to carry the ship into port Now,
for the third time, I am going to give
you an order, and let me warn you
that the man who does not jump at
his own shoulders. All hands on the
port Dracesv'
On the instant every man started to
his station. Then at the right moment
the weather braces were let go and
overhauled, the order Haul away"
was given, and the yards swung for
ward, with their sails full. Braced up
on the starboard tack, the DunbartoIi
soon lifted the wound in her side clear
above the water line, and, the sea con-
tinuing smooth, the hands were set to
work at the pumps.
. Day broke after the eventful night
with clear sky and found the Dun
barton sailing steadily to the south
ward. The wind remaining west, she
had no alternative. At about four bells
in the morning watch the second mate
reported that the pumps had sucked.
The hands then went below for coffee
and after a brief spell were turned to
again by Hawkins to repair the breach
in the vessels quarter. A new main
sail was taken from the sail locker,
and, stout lines being attached to the
clews and earrings, it was weighted in
the center and dropped across the bow.
keeping it spread as much as possible,
the sail was slid aft under the keel un.
til it rested abreast the damaged part.
The port lines were then made fast
and the canvas hauled up on the star
board side until it completely covered
the jagged hole that so nearly caused
the Dunbarton's destruction. The car
penter was now set to work snoring
up from inside, and before midday
things were tight enough to allow the
vessel to be put on the other tack and
headed for Cape Town.
When this was accomplished, Haw.
kins reported to the owner.
mo, no, Hawkins" said the old gen.
tleman in reply to the stowaway's sug.
gestion that Mr.. Outram should now
assume command, "since you have a
masters certificate, for the remainder
Of this voyage you must remain cap.
tain. Poor Pugley is in bad way,
I'm afraid. I shall send him home as
soon as we reach port. The saving of
the ship and in all probability our lives
as we'll are due to your manliness and
courage, and you will find that l am
not ungrateful Hawkins
And now that the Dunbarton was
running back into warm water and
under the guidance of a man whose
force Of character filed every soul
aboard with confidence the ship as.
sumed lively air, and all seemed we'll
content.
On the evening of the seventh day
after the collision she dropped her an
chor in Table bay. 1t was somewhat
late for shore going, and the passengers
were satisfied to walk the deck for one
night more and after seventy days of
water anticipate the pleasure of being
again on land.
Shoreward the lights Of Cape Town
blinked and sparkled against the mass
i've Wall-like base Of Table mountain,
and the air was laden with the muffled
sounds of the city and the smell of
grass and earth. Out in the bay the
spars of many noble ship rose heav-
enward, and the great black hulls lay
like silent shadows. Occasionally a
boat FLASHED swiftly by or there came
a bar Of some sailor song from a dis
tant forecastle head.
When the tinkling bells Of the fleet
announced 10 o'clock, three figures only
were visible on the Dunbarton's deck.
One was the anchor watch pacing back
and forth abaft the galley; the other
two We're Beatrice Armstrong and the
stowaway, who, seated on the wheel
box grating, were deeply engaged in
conversation. He had been telling her
a story, and as he neared the end he
paused and looked down at the fair
girl by his side. Her face was turned
away from him, and she was silent.
Perhaps she was counting the riding
lights in the harbOr.
"But," he went on, "the ambition of
this fellow Munro was not to earn COM
mand of vessel nor to be rewarded
for simple act Of duty. His aim from
first to last, from the time he threw
over his chances Of advancement to the
time when fortune again gave him po-
sition, was to win the woman upon
whom he had set his heart Beatrice"
he continued, taking her hand and
speaking low, ''what hope is there for