The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-09-08

my lord. Lot q plain man say, is say.
Ere 1t is, Me and my mates aln't sat
listed wi this vynge, We thinks you're
bluiin' us. We didn't sign for this
y'yage Two on us is dead, dye see?
we didn't bargain for no flghtin' and no
foolery arter treasure We didn't bar
gain for short grog. Where arc you
takin' us? We amt satisfied. Every
car In this 10 cslc is listenin for yer an-
swer. Tell plain man plain tale my
lord. We've heard on you afore, ana.
in fashion, VIC trusts you. II you adm
been aboard it's q million TO shlllin
the Silver Star wouldn't never ave got
so fur south"
Ieckburn dropped the bottle throu5h
tho portfolio and turned.
Now, Figg" he said, you have had
your turn. I am not angry NJ al, 50
bear that In mind. All you have told
me can be settled Tomorrow. The point
we have to decide is thls-wherc did you
obtain that rum ?"
There was no answer.
"Johansen, where did that rum come
from n, ~
"The other vessel, my lord.
land you have more"
.If YOU speak, you whlte-livered cur.
I'll knife YOU" roared Silas FIG.
Leckb,rn was very cool, but his great
hcavng chest told Of the restraint nc
was using. s 49,
'1Iave you any more. Johansen'" ne
repeated.
Heads we're raised over tho edges OF
hammocks. The whole forecasue was
awake alert and interested.
'"There is"
A thuddlng blow over the Jaw silenced
the Norwegian. and brought the Dlooo
trtckling from his lips. He was almost
drunk. He cursed and whipped out mis-
knife. riggs knife was barred also. they
glared at each other tigerishly
'.Now." said Leckburn. put those
things up. Collar Johnnsen. Hes the
dupe.''
Clive, Hector and the doctor seized
him at once He struggled and cursed.
but they flung him from his feet ana
disarned him Leckburn faced Figg
INV honest Mariner" he said dr!ly.
you have had your palaver, and my
TURF has arrived. I trust everyone here
Is listening with both ears. You Uave
drawn a knife on an honest snip; you
have concealed drink: you have made 2
ropno like yourself drunk. I will Just
show YOU how deal with such rascals
as you. Put down that knife
Come near me, and. lord or sweep,
yo,,'ll taste IT,. Kissed the seaman.
''Put 1t down."
Flgg let it fall as II It burned his
fingers, for Lcckburn's revolver was
flashing in his eyes.
you're big man. FiggA almost as
big as am" went on his lordship. ~
tell you what I'm going to DO. I'm gong
to hammer sense into you first, and clap
you in irons afterwards. for the rest OF
the voyage. Make the best use OF your
fists I'm going to start" :,
'Ye'll find ye'vc got wrong IN
prowled Fieg, nm wllln. Drunk as
I am, I'm good for any three men N
this ship And, curse you. there's the
first corn"
Tho blow rang like a drum on l.eck-
burns ribs. Flo had not expected It.
His handsome face grew stern. There
was q. sudden hum OF admiration as they
saw the swelling, knotted muscles OF his
arms
stroke that boat down Riggs guard
three reverberating hammer blows. two
on the chest and one on tho bearded
lava hollow groan-the heavy thud Of
q falling body-and silence!
"Good Heayens!'' painted Ferguson,
.,you have killed him, my lord"
| mot I, Johansen, get up"
The Norwegian was white to the lips.
| "Get that grog, every drop OF It. and
chuck 1t overheard"
trembling in every limb. Johansen took
| nine bottles OF rum from locker ana
dropped them into the sea.
"Thanks." said Leckburn I'll let
you have one more chance but FIGS Is
going to be put in irons. I want to see
| two more OF you. Dormer and Brown,
| step out here
The two men scrambled out OF their
hammocks, half-dressed, and stood
sheepishly before him, It was plain to
see that both had drunk too much ~
their heavy, leaden eyes. OK 4,
"You're going to get the straight tip"
said Leckburn, III keep my eyes on
you both, Stick to duty, and no more
whispering In corners, There's pesH
enough foolery already. Don't dare 70
answer me- You know what to expect,
We haven't lied to any Of you. We tod
you the truth, and you came Of yous
own free will And listen, az OF YOU,
Most OF you are as good lads as I, eyer
sailed. know that well enough, Wea'r9
going to Peril Island, and nothing put
Fate is going to step us. u we wln,,not
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