Gilpin observer., 1903-08-13

The seamen answered with Z men
acing movement of their musksts
One of them then drove his baycnet
into the bundle Pope had dropped
and said:
TITS metal. Tom"
Down with them bundles" said the
other man-of-warseman to Steve and
Madison, and he stepped close tc
them, holding his musket dangerously.
IF 1t must be- shorted 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 onr
hand. and went twisting with the
musket on to the unfortunate sea-
man, who, shrieking. Tom, he's done
for mel" fell at his whole length
across the path.
Steve and Madison and grappled
with the other mah-of-warsman, and
Steve had whipped out his iron Jenny
meaning to brain the man; but when
the seaman fell to Captain Pope's 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
dead, stretched across the narrow
pathway. The figure of the running
seaman had disappeared in the gloom
upon the fields.
They shouldered their heavy loads
and went away at rapid trot for
Dumpton Gap. which, in about ten
minutes time they turned into and
descended.
AS they neared the bottom, where
they night 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 live, there's the boat"
Captain Pore had no need to hail
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 msn-of-warsman must have
already gained Broadstairs. and by
this time the alarm would be raised.
Has the blockade a station at
Broadstairs?" said Pope, hoarse with
fatigue and the passions which were
plowing up his soul.
The others, not knowing, made no
answer. 1t was blowing . small air
of wind out of the West Three yes
sells, lying abreast about a mile and
half distant. were getting under
way. There was no life Of shipping
visible to the men. save those three
vessels.
"Got 1t all right?" said Bobbin, as
he scullcd 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.
"Whefe's the sloop?" asked Pope.
Round the corner" answered Bob
bin, polling of.
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 scuiled. 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
wherries just on the pier"
Nothing in notion"