The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-08-26

sui the AueADIAUle INV hiuS SLOOU q
before them. This~time. however, the
moon showed the CLINT of a revolver in
each of his hands, and behind him
stood the gentlemen. passengers SINH
fairly armed.
''Men," he said, addressing the sullen
crowd, 81 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 / have taken charge, and l in
tend to carry the ship into port Now,
for the third time, am going to give
you an order, and let me warn you
that the man who does not jump at
the word takes the consequences upon
his own shoulders. All hands on the
port braces"
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 awayW
was given, and the yards swung for
ward, with their sails full. Braced up
on the starboard tack, the Dunbarton
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 a 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, 1T 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.
s'No, 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 remainde
of this voyage you must remain cap
tain. Poor Pugley is in bad way
I'm afraid. / shall send him home as
soon as we reach port. The saving OF
the ship and in all probability our lives
as well are due to your manliness and
courage, and you will find that l an
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 sou
aboard with confidence the ship as
sumed lively air, and all seemed wei
content.
On the evening of the seventh day
after the collision she dropped her an
Choir in Table bay. 1t was somewha
late for shore going, and the passenger
were satisfied to walk the deck for ont
night more and after seventy days o.
water anticipate the pleasure of being
again on land.
Shoreward the lights of Cape Tow
blinked and sparkled against the mass
i've wall-like base of Table mountain
and the air was laden with the muftie(
sounds of the city and the smell o
grass and earth. Out in the bay thu
spars of many noble ship rose heay
onward, and the great black hulls la.
like silent shadows. Occasionally ;
boat FLASHED swiftly by or there CAM
bar of some sailor song from dis
tant forecastle head.
When the tinkling bells of the fee
announced 10 o'clock, three figures onl,
were visible on the DunbartonS deck
One was the anchor watch pacing bacl
and forth abaft the galley; the othe
two were Beatrice Armstrong and tn
Stowaway, who, seated on the whee
box grating, were deeply engaged Il
conversation. He had been telling he
story, and as he neared the end b
paused and looked down at the fai
girl by his side. Her face was turne
away from him, and, she was silent
Perhaps she was counting the ridin
lights in the harbor.
"But," he went on, "the ambition Q
this fellow Munro was not to earn con
mand of a vessel nor to be rewarde
for a simple act of duty. His aim fror
first to last, from the time he threN
over his chances of advancement to tn
time when fortune again gave him pr
sition, was to win the woman upo
whom he had set his heart. Beatrice,
he continued, taking her hand an
speaking low, "what hope is there fc
him?"
"None, l fear, for the Mr.. Munro 70
speak Of" she answered, "but if hi
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