The Saint Paul globe., 1904-05-22
CHAPTER ".

Manueps escape was the last event
OF that memorable night. Nothing
more happened, and nothing more
could be done; but there remained
much talk and wonderment to get
through. l did all the talking Of
course, under the cuddy lamps. Will
liams, red and stout, sat staring at me
across the table. His round eyes were
perfectly motionless with astonish-
ment-the story of what had happened
in the Casa Riego was not what he
had expected of the small, badly re-
puted Cuban town.
Sebright, who had all the duties Of
the soiled ship and Clipped men to
attend to, came in from the deck sew
eral times, and would stand listening
for minutes with his fingers playing
thoughfully about his slight mustache
The dawn was not very far when he
led me into his own cabin. / was
half dead with fatigue, and troubled
by an inward restlessness.
Turn in into my BERTH" said Sc
bright.
I protested with stiff tongue, but
he gave me friendly push, and
tumbled like a log on to the bed
clothes. AS soon as my head felt the
pillow the fresh coloring of his face
appeared blurred, and an arm, mistily
large, was extended to put out the
head.
81 suppose you know there are war
rants out in Jamaica against you-for
that row with the admiral" he said
An irresistible and unexpected
drowsiness had relaxed all my limbs.
Hang Jamaica!" I said, with diff
cult animation. I'VE are going home"
Hang Jamaica!" he agreed. Then,
in the dark. as If coming after me
across the obscure threshold of sleep,
his voice meditated, II am sorry,
though, we are bound for Havana
Pity. Great pity! Has it occurred to
you, Mr.. Kemp, that
1t is very possible that he did not
finish his sentence; no more pene-
trated,. at least, into my drowsy ear.
l awoke slowly from a trance-like
sleep, with a confused notion of hav-
ing to pick up the thread Of a dropped
hint. / went up on deck.
? The sun Shone, faint breeze blew,
the sea sparkled freshly, and the wet
decks glistened. I stood still, touched
by the new glory of light falling on
me; 1t was new world-new and ia
miliar, yet disturbingly beautiful I
seemed to discover all sorts of secret
charms that had never seen in things
had seen hundred times. The
watch on deck were busy with brooms
and buckets; q sailor, coiling a rope
over pin, paused in his work to point
over the poTt-quarter with a massive
forearm like a billet of red ma
hogany.
I looked about, rubbing my eyes.
The Lion, close-hauled, was heading
straight away from the coast, which
stood out, not very far yet, outlined
heavily and flooded with light.
Astern, and to leeward of us, against
a headland of black and indigo, a daz-
zling white speck resembled a snow
flake fallen upon the blue of the sea.
That's a schooner" said the sea-
man.
And 1t means" said Sebright, COM
ing up, most likely, that the fellow
with the curls that made me think of
my maiden aunt, has managed to keep
his horse face above water" He meant
Manuel -del-Popolo. What mischief
he may do yet before he runs his head
into g. moose, it's hard to say. The old
Spaniard you brought with you thinks
he has already been busy for no
good, you may be sure"
You mean that's one Of the Rio
schooners?' / asked quickly.
That, with all its consequent trouble
for me. was what he did mean. He