Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-06-09

alarm and indignation, sprung to his
feet, and shading his eyes with his hand
| looked toward the brig. The soldiers,
resting Oh their oars, initiated his ges-
| ture, and the whale-boat, thus thrown
! out of trim, rocked from side to side
dangerously. A moments anxious pause,
| and then another musket-shot, followed
by a woman's shrll scream, explained
all. The prisoners had seized the brig.
Give wayv' cried Frere, pale with rage
and apprehension, and the soldiers. real
lied at once the full terror of their 20
sotion, forced the heavy whale-boat
through the water as fast as the one
miserable pair of oars could take her.
Mr.. Bates, affected by the insidious
influence of the hour, and ulled into n
sense of false security, had gone below
to tell his little playmate that she would
soon be on her way to the Hobart Town
OF which she had heard SO much. and.
taking advantage of his absence. the sol
der not on guard went to the forecastle
to hear the prisoners singing. He found
the ten together, in high good humor.
W nile he listened James Lesly, William
cheshire, William Russen, John Fair
ana James Barker slipped to the hatch
way and got upon deck. Barker reached
the aft-hatchway as the soldier who was
on guard turned to complete his walk.
and passing his arm round his neck
pulled him down before he could utter
cry. In the confusion of the moment
the man loosed his grasp of the musket
to grapple with his unseen antagonist,
and Fair, snatching up the weapon.
swore to blow out his brains if he raised
a hnger. Seeing the sentry thus Sc
cured, Cheshire leaped down the after
hatchway and passed up the muskets
from the armrac ks to Lesy and Russen
mere were three muskets in addition
TO the one taken from the sentry. and
barker, leaving his prisoner in charge
OIL falr' seized one of them and ran to
inc companlon-ladder. Russen, left I'M
armed by this maneuyer, appeared TO
know his own duty. He came back TO
the forecastle, and passing behind the
listening soldier, touched the singer IN
the shoulder. This was the appointed
signal, and John Rex, suddenly termin-
atlng his song with a laugh, presented
his list in the face of the gaping Grimes.
NO noise!' he cried; the briggs ours"
ana ere Grimes could reply he was seized
by Lyon and Riley and bound securely.
Come on, lads"' says Rex, "and pass
the prisoner down here. We've got her
time time, I'll go bailn In obedience to
this order, the now gagged sentry was
lung down the fore-hatchway. and the
hatch secured. "Stand on the hatch
way, Porter" cries Rex again; "and if
those fellows come up knock 'em down
with handspike. Lesly and Russen.
forward to the companion-ladder! LYON,
keep lookout for the boat. and if she
comes too near, fire.
AS he spoke the report of the first
musket rang out. Barker had apparent
ly fired up the companion-hatchwav
When Mr.. Bates had gone below. he
round Sylvia curled up on the cushions
or the stateroom, reading. "Weu.
missy?' he said, wen soon be on orr
way to papa"
Sylvia answered by asking a question
altogether foreign to the subject. "Mr.
Bates, said she, pushing the hair out
OF her blue eyes, whats a coracle ?"
"A which, asked Mr. Baaes.
"A coracle. C-o-r-a-cl-e," said she
spelling it slowly. Il want to know"
The bewildered Bates shook his head.
Never heard of one, missy" said he
bending over the book. What does il
say?"
" The Ancient Brtons," said Sylvia,
reading gravely, "'were little better than
barbarians. They painted their bodies
with woad'-thats blue stuff, you know
Mr.. Bates-'and seated in their light cor.
acles or skin stretched upon slender
wooden frames, must have presented
Wild and savage appearance
well" said Bates, Il think it's car
rage, missy. A sort of pheaytop. as
they call It,"
sy lyia, hardly satisfied, returned to
the book. 1t was n little, mean-lool,ing
volume-a "Child's History of England;
and after perusing it a while with
knitted brows, she burst into a childish
laugh. -
why, my dear Mr.. Bates!' she cried
waving the history above her head in
triumph, what a pair of geese we arai
A carriage! Oh, you silly man. It's a
boatp
is itT said Mr.. Bates, in admiration
of the intelligence of his companion
w nod ha' thought that now" and he
was about to laugh also, when, raising
his eyes, he saw in the open doorway
the figure of James Barker, with a mus
ket in his hand.
"Hallo!. What's this? What do Won
do here, sirT'
Sorry to disturb yer" says the CON
Wet, with grin, ''but you must come
along O me, Mr. Bates"
Bates, at once comprehending that
some terrible misfortune had occurred.
did not lose his presence of mind. One
of the cushions of the couch was under
his right hand, and snatching it up he
flung it across the little cabin full in
the face of the escaped prisoner. The
soft mass struck the man with force
sufficient to blind him for an instant.
The musket exploded harmlessly in the
air; and. ere the astonished Barker could
recover his footing, Bates had hurled
MN out of the cabin, and, crying Mutt
ny locked the cabin-door on the inside.
Inc noise brought out Mrs Vickers from
ner berth and the poor little student of
Engllsh history ran into her arms.
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