Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-05-21

polo. sswhat mischief he may do yet be-
fore he runs his head into moose It marc
to say. The old Spaniard you prougn s w for
no good you may be sure"
.'You mean that's one of the Rio scnoon-
ers? asked, quickly.
That with all its consequent troubles TOT
me- was what he did mean. He SAID l
might take his word for 1t that, with the
winds we had had, no craft working alons
the coast could be just there now unless
she came out of Rio Medic. There was
calm almost up to sunrise, and 1t looked
as If they had towed her out with boats De-
fore daylight. -,
Castro, wrapping his chin. stood stiii' race
to the sea. After long while:
"Malediction,' he pronounced slowly and
without moving his head shot sidelong
glance at me.
He lowered his tone to impress US more,
and the point of the knife, as II were a.,
emphatic forefnger, tapped the open PAIN
forcibly. Did we think that man was not
already riding along the coast 10 1avana
on a fast mule?-the very best NIUE Iro..
the stables of Don Balthasar nlns seraI ha n
murdered saint? The captain general naa
no such mules. His late exceilency ownu u
a sugar estate half way between RIO Meu.o
and Havana, and a relay OF fioihs Haua.s
was kent there for quickness when ms ex-
ceIlency of holy memory found occasion 70
write his commands to the capital. ne
news of our escape would reach .ns 49,
next day at the latest Manner Wouiu On On.
rG rl
S ,,a sr.,ino like a fish Maled.ctiont
sT cried out to you to kill!' he addressed
me- directly: with all my soul l cried Anu
why? Because he had seen you anu VIZ
ser orita. too, alas! He should nave Dee,i
made di,mb-made dumb with your plstoi'
senior. since those two stupid Engnsn mari
ners were too much to an old man IKE me
Manuel should have been made oumo-
dumb forever I say. What mattered ne
that gutter born offspring of an evil Gitana.
whom / have seen, senior! /, mysei1, nave
seen her in the days of my adversely IN
Madrid, sonora red flower behind the ear,
clad in rags that did not cover an nst
naked skin, looking on while they fougn.
for her with knives in wine shop Iuii VI
beggars and thieves. 81, senior That's nus
mother. or-politico-capataz
Ha - Dirt!'
He made a gesture of immense contemPt;
what mattered he? The coach woulo
have returned from the cathedral and the
Casa Riego could have been held TOT Gays
and who could have known you were ny
inside! l had conversed earnestly win
Cesar the ajor-domo-an African, IL Is
true but man Of much character ana e4 K
cellent sagacity. All, Manuel! Manuel! II
= But the devil himself fathers the
children of such mothers. am no longer
In possession of my nrst vlgor, anu t t,o,,
senor :. have all the i0iiS Oh '0'i ~
He barred his grizzly head to me loftily:
"s And the courage! Doubtless, that
is certain. 1t is well You may Waht ~
all before long, senior And the cour-
age!'
The broken plume swept the deck. For
time he blinked his creased, brown eye
lids in the sun, then pulled his nat low
under down over his brows, and, wrapping
himself up closely, turned away from me
to look at the sail to leeward.
"What an old, old, wrinkled. little puffy
beggar he isl observed Sebright, in an un-
dertone well and What is your
biy,c a
schooner"
Castro shrugged his shoulders who
knows?" = He released the gathered
folds of his cloak, and moved OH without
look at either of US.
"There he struts, with his wings droop-
ing like a turkey-cock gone into deep
mourning" said Seabright. VINO knows!
All. WELL there's no hurry to know raSt d oo1,,d
overhaul the Lion, II they tried ever so.
They may manage to keep us In sight per-
haps."
Late that day we held sort of council
Of war in the saloon Serapnlna atti
tude, leaning her cheek on her hand, re-
minded me of the time when l had seen
her absorbed in watching the greenland
gold lizard in the back room OF Ramons
store, with her hair falling ABOUT her
face like veil Castro was not called in
till later on. But Sebright was there.
leaning his back negligently against the
bulkhead behind Williams, and looking
down on us seated on potn Sizes VI Inc
long table. And there was present, too, In
all our minds, the image of the Rio Medic
schooner, hull down on our quarter. In
all the trials of sailing we had not been
able to shake her off that day.
II don't want to hide from you, Mr..
Kemp" Sebright began, that I have
pointed out to the captain that you would
be only getting the ship in trouble for
nothing. She's an old trader and favorite
with shippers; and if we once get to log
gerheads with the powers there's an end
of her trading. AS to missing Havana