The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-07-17

way. Jenkins Strengthened him up
with blow from his right.
O'Keefe then threw all caution to
the winds. He had become a maniac.
Jenkins usually was the frenzied one.
But now it was O'Keefe.
with all the energy within him.
backed UP by all the memory of the
1il-treatment he had received at the
hands of this brute before him,
OKeefe sprang forward and de-
livered terrific blow directly upon
the nose of Capt. Noteworthy Jenkins.
Jenkins had been too reckless. He had
left his head unguarded. He was I'M
prepared for sudden rush. He had
been careless, because he knew that
the other man was no match for him.
Now, still guarding himself, he felt
quickly his nose. 1t was still intact
II mad been broken so many times be-
fore that it would break no more
Then, with red stream spouting from
ms proboscis, Jenkins started in.
Few ever knew what happened, Jen-
kins did.
Suddenly, with a quick movement,
ne sprang forward, delivered double
blow with both arms, and lifting the
other man high in the air with that
same blow. dropped him with heavy
thud upon the deck
1t was all over. Ellington O'Keefe
was down and out. jenkins had won
and there had never been any doubt
about his winning. And he knew it.
But he glowed with victory.
"Gee! he exclaimed with satisfac-
ton, wiping his nose on his sleeve,
sit takes Capt. jerks to do it. Here,
ne growled to his mate, "serve grog to
everybody. Well drink to the corpse
Wen have a wake, by George!"
They left O'Keefe where he had fall
en-. The grog was served out Jenkins
drank his share. The crew sighed with
relief. They knew the captain would
be in good humor for many. hours to
come.
That's the way, my bucks yelled
Capt. jerks, swinging glass of grog
above him; that's the way to do it,
l kin tell you that. I'll give it to you
straight that I'm the champion o. the
world"
He raised his glass aloft, and then
swinging it downward emptied it at
one swig.
Pouring out another, he drank that
down. Pouring out still another, he
held 1t for an instant in his hand, and
then flung it, glass and all, at the fig
ure of Ellington O'Keefe. The glass
struck. O'Keefe heavily upon the head
and cut it open, but did not break. The
grog poured over the face of the I'M
conscious man and trickled down upon
the deck.
Now, we've all had grog.", remarked
the captain; we've all had grog, an
the corpse has had it, too"
That was the kind of man who sailed
the Sarah Margaret upon the briny
deep. That was Capt Noteworthy
Jenkins, of the merchant marine.
They did not leave O'Keefe there,
however. He was still too valuable
man not to be revived. He was good
seaman, and Jenkins knew it. And,
besides, Jenkins had no pleasure in.
store greater than to lord it over the
man whom he had just knocked out
He knew that day after day he could
beat and cuff this man to his hearts
content, with none to say him nay. He
smiled. 1t was the gristly smile of the
victor over the vanquished. 1t was the
merciless grin of the captor upon the
captive. 1t was triumph incarnate.
They carried O'Keefe into the hold
and dumped him into his bunk. They
examined him to see whether he was
still in the land of the living, and felt
of his heart carefully to make sure.
When they did so, there fell from his
pocket-fronl the breast pocket-a long
folded piece of paper. The mate stoop-
ed to pick it up. Hell be all hunky-
dory," he said to the captain; hell be
all right in the morning."
The captain grunted his approval.
He pulled a flask from his pocket and
took another swig. Then he looked at
the paper. The paper contained writ
ing in large, bold hand. The captain
read it.. Then he started and caught
the mate by the arm.
Hell an blazes, Bullittt" he ex-
claimed, contritely, what ave we gone
and done?"