Evening journal., 1904-04-15

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with great deliberation. biting or his
words. Then he noticed that he and
his companion were no longer IN the
barroom. but in a little room back OF
it. His personality divided itself. There
was one Ross Wilbur. who could not
make his hands go where he wanted
them. who said one word when he
thought another and whose legs below
the knee were made OF solid lead:
then there was another Ross Wilbur
Ross Wilbur the alert, who was per
fectly clear headed and who stood of
TO one side and watched his twin broth
er making n monkey Of himself, with
out power and without even the desire
of helping him.
This latter Wilbur heard the rides
cent sweater say:
Bust me, II y amt squiffy, old man.
Stand by bit, an wen have ball"
cant have urn-exceptional-
ly--and the round table-pull out hairs
wi IA clamshls." gabbled Wilburs
stupehed double, and Wilbur the alert
said to himself You're not drunk,
Ross Wilbur; that's certain. What
could they have put in your cocztan?"
The iridescent sweater stamped twice
upon the hoor and trapdoor fell
away beneath Wilbur's feet like the
drop Of a gallows. With the eyes OF
his undrugged self Wilbur had a
glimpse of water below. His elbow
struck the floor as he went down, and
he fell feet first into a whitehall boat.
He had time to observe two men at the
oars and to look between the piles that
supported the house above him and
catch glimpse of the bay and a CLINT
OF the Contra Costa shore. He was
not in the least surprised at what had
happened aud made up his mind that
it would be a good idea to lie down in
the boat and so to sleep.
Suddenly. but how long after his ad-
vent into the boat he could not tell, his
wits began TO return and settle them
selves like wild birds hocking again
after a scare. Swiftly he took in the
scene.
The blue waters OF the bay around
him, the deck Of a schooner on which
he stood. the whitehall boat alongside
and an enormous man with a face like
a setting moon wrangling with his
friend in the sweater, no longer irides-
cent.
What do you call itT shouted the
red man. Il want able seamen. 1 don't
hgger on working this boat with dane
ing masters, do 1? We amt exactly do
ing quadrilles on my quarter deck II
we don't look out wen step on this
thing and break it. 1t amt ought to be
let around loose without its ma"
''Rot thatp vociferRted the brown
sweater. Il tell you he's one OF the
best sailor men on the front. If he
amt wen forfeit the money. Come
I on, Captain Kitchell; we made show
enough gettin' away as it was, and
this daytime business amt our line.
D'you sign or notf Here's the advance
note. got to duck my nut or I'll have
the patrol boat after me-"
'Ill sign this once" growled the 9th.
er, scrawling his name on the note
"but II this swab amt up to sample
he'll come back by freight, an III dror
in on me dear friend Jim when We
come back and give him a reel nice
time. an you can lay TO that Billy
! Trim" The brown sweater pocketet
2 the note, went over the side and row
) ed of.
Wilbur stood in the waist OF
schooner anchored in the stream wei
off Fisherman's wharf In the for
ward part OF the schooner Chinamar
in brown duck was mixing paint VIII
l bur was conscious that be still wore
his high hat and long coat, but bis
stick was gone and one gray glove was
slit to the button. In front OF him
lowered the enormous red faced man
A pungent reek OF some kind OF rancid
fat or oil assailed his nostrils. OveI
by Alcatraz a ferryboat whistled fol
its slip as it elbowed its way through
the water.
Wilbur had himself fairly in hand
by now. His wits were all about him
but the situation was beyond him a,
yet
"Git ford" commanded the big man
Wilbur drew himself up. angry il
an instant. Look here" he began
whats the meaning Of this business
i know I've been drugged and mishan
died. / demand to be put ashore. d.
you understand thaty
''Angel child" whimpered the BIZ
man. "Oh, you lilee Of the vallee, yol
bright an mornin' start I'm reel,
panied, v know, that your yally can
come along, but well have your plan
set up I'm the lazarette. 1t gives IN
genuine grief, it do. TO see you bein
obliged to put your lilee white feet o.
this here vulgar an dlrtee deck. Wei
have the Wilton carpet down by &c
morrer. so we will, my dear. Yah-hl
he suddenly broke out as his rage boi
ed over "Git ford, dye hear? TT
captain Of this here bathtub. an that's
q all you need to know for a good while
to come. l amt generally got to tell
! that to a man but once, but I'll stretch
the point just for love of you, ange
child. Now. then, mover
Wilbur stood motionless, puzzled be
Fond expression. No experience he hat
ever been through helped in this sit
D uation.
Look here. he began, 'I"--
d The captain knocked him down will
blow of ono enormous fist upon III,