The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1903-09-09
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CuApTER XIV -tCoxr,x,,rn I,

CHAPTER XIV.-fCoNTINUED
He made a sign - tombstone, who
took Dick In his arms and swung him
lightly down the companion-hstch like
bundle of hammocks. In two min
utes he was in his old seat at the end
of the table in the saloon, with his
ankles fast to the chair. which In It's
turn was screwed into the floor. For
a long time he did not move. He had
little hope left now, but he steeled him.
self to wait with patience, If any un-
foreseen chance might yet give him his
opportunity. The sunset gun was heard
from the shore; 1t grew rapidly dark.
tombstone entered to light the lamp;
in his hand was a heavy iron capstan
bar.
He laid 1t down upon the table, with
the letter beside 1t.
There's your choice" he said.
"All rightr' said Dick stoutly I'm
ready but you'll all go, too. my man;
you're lost without me-
tombstone laughed brutality.
Don't you f1atter yourself he said.
Dead or alive. you'll do our business
for u.s.
Dick was silent.
Look you here" said the other this
is the way of 1t. and II you don't I'M
derstand 1t now. you'll never have the
chance again. The briggs standing In
straight for Jamestown; she's not three
miles off at this moment; and the flag
ships lying ready for her just outside
the harbor. If you put your name to
that bit o. paper you're free man this
minute. You'll stand in with the rest
Of us for prize-money, and the lass,
that's worth II all, she's yours into the
bargain. But IL you're fool enough to be
observation-disclosures the colonel upon deck
there watching; when the guard-boat
comes, he gives me last signal-one-
.wo-and before three's out your neck's
broke, and you lying quiet in the hold.
Sad accident, gentlemen. An old friend
of Sir Pulteney's, too; and just had
letter written to him asking leave to
anchor; on his way to sign 1t when he
fell. P'r'aps the admiral would let us
bury him ashore tomorrow" SO either
way we stand to win easy, dye see?"
He did indeed see, and that with a
supreme anguish of bitterness. Not
even by death was he TO thwart them,
or clear his own name from dishohor
But his conscience was without re-
proach, and Camilla knew the truth;
On these two thoughts he anchored him
self to meet the fury of his last storm.
The moments fled. The colonel called
down the hatchway that the boat had
left the flagship. Camilla heard him
shout, and fell upon ner knees beside
a portfolio, gasping for air.
A second time that memorable calm
voice came down to the deck below.
tombstone took the iron bar in his hand.
The boat came alongside, and an Of
ficer's voice shouted close to Camilla's
falnting head: BRIG ahoy! Throw us
a rope there!'
Dlmly, as one in a dream of horror,
she heard the coloners answer.
you needn't trouble to come on
board" he called down, In his smooth
est tones. This Is the Speedweli, Cap
tain Estcourt. He is an old friend OF
Admiral Malcolm and Is just writing
to him for leave to anchor. Johnstone!
he shouted, louder still. TASK the cap
tain II his letters ready"
do you hear?" said tombstone, ball
ancing the bar in both his hands.
There's the last signal Now then
one"
The clear voice of the officer outside
rang through the ship and drowned his
words.
"Estcourt." 1t cried. Pass in, pass
I'M The Emperor's deadv