The Grit-advocate. (Julesburg, Colo.) 1899-1907, 1903-08-14

The seamen answered with a mem
acing movement of their musksss
One Of them then drove his bayone,
into the bundle Pope had droppsd,
and said:
It's metal. Tom"
Down with them bundles" said the
other man-of-warseman to Steve and
Madison. and he stepped close TO
them holding his mnsket dangerously.
If it must be- shouted Pope.
Steve. Madison, this is for your
lives: have at them.
He was man OF great strength
and commanding figure. He drew his
knife, springing with nervous murder.
Gus violence upon the man-of-wars.
man who had pricked his bundle. He
caught the leveled bayonet In one
hand. and went twisting with the
musket on to the unfortunate seq.
man, who, shrieking, Tom, he's done
for me-" fell at his whole length
across the path
Steve and Madison and grappled
with the other man-of-warsman, and
Steve had whipped out his iron Jenny
meaning to brain the man; but when
the seaman fell to Captain Pope's
blow and cried out, his mate, leaving
his musket In the hands OF his assail-
ants, broke from them like smoke,
and fed across the fields in the direc-
ton of the sea.
They left the man-of-warsman lying
pathway. The figure of the running
seaman had disappeared in the gloom
upon the fields.
They shouldered their heavy loads
and went away at a rapid trot for
Dumpton Gap which, in about ten
minutes time they turned into and
descended.
AS they neared the bottom, where
they fright see the faint yellow shad-
ow of the sands stretching into the
white line OF surf. 1t was a quarter
to four.
'Daybreak!" shouted Pope, land
as l live, there's the boat"
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the boat; Bobbin instantly saw them
and stood up, simply lifting his arm,
then, with incredible activity, he drew
in his fishing line and, springing over
the thwarts into the bows, dragged
the anchor into the boat, and all in
a minute, the little fabric came soul
ling toward that part of the sand
where the three men were standing.
Pope directed hiI eyes to the right
and to the left of the range OF cliffs:
not a human soul looked down. But
the flying man-of-warsman must have
already gained Broadstairs, and by
this time the alarm would be raised
Has the blockade station at
Broadstairs?" said Pope, hoarse with
fatigue and the passions which were
blowing UP his soul.
The others, not knowing. made no
answer. 1t WAS blowing . small air
of wind out of the West. Three yes
a half distant. were getting under
way. There was no life of shipping
visible to the men, save those three
vessels.
Got it all right" said Bobbin, as
he sculled the stem of the boat
through the racings of thin surf on to
the sand.
"Ay," was the answer. IN with you
swiftly. A mans been killed."
The three heavy bundles were
thrown into the boat and the captain
and his men tumbled in after them
Where's the sloop?" asked Pope
Round the corner" answered Bob.
bin, polling off.
They'll be running from Broad
stairs to trap us here" said Captain
Pope. Lie low in the bottom Of the
boat, that only the man who's been
fishing may be seen"
Bobbin kept a lookout and reported
as he sculled. The boat went slowly
Have you opened Broadstairs YETI"
said Pope at the bottom of the boat
Yes, sir"
What do you see?"
Some fishing craft and bunch OF
wineries just off the pier"
Nothing in notion"