Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1906-12-08

now, and no more cutting OF corners
By the way, there is q little fact which I
perhaps one of you can tell me-" he said, /
turning to the little group that hung
behind her skirts watching MS with bu-
collie interest did the Agnes Jane |
yonder carry provisions on boardw
Surely, zur," said one who stood a
little forward of the rest-a. stout, beard
ed man with face as brown and scanned
as a withered cider apple. MARK Pen
nyfold, as is owner, was telling about
this furrin gent only last night down tn
the Plough Inn e allowed I'm to be
a funny tort of toad. vur e ad is orders
to keep a woexs y.tSles on board. though
the reason \. 10 passin' his understand
ing
would PennyIold take a trip to
France if he were asked?
"Surely, EUR, eff e be paid accordin'
e be most mazed on the color of bit
Of gold is Mark"
THAT settles it, Miss Weston" con-
tinued Graden In his short, businesslike
way. "Now please to remember my in
structions. You have the facts concern
ing Professor Marnac in my letter. Lay
an information against him for an at
tempt on your life, and see that the coun-
ty authorities circulate his description
along the coast l don't think there is
the slightest chance that he will return
to trouble you, but be on your guard,
and have a man to sleep in the house.
Now, my lads, who has the swiftest boat
| in the harborT"
"Now you be askin' q question" said
their spokesman gloomily. You zee, it
be this wise. At the regatty, as my
Pride O. Cornwall was reaching for the
west buoy, there comes, all of a sudden
like, grit wind from over the eastern
| beacon which"
He means, Sir Henry, that his boat is
reckoned the fastest, but at the regatta
she was disabled in a squall," broke in
Miss Weston, interrupting q story which
was evidently familiar in it's length and
detail. This is Sir Henry Graden, Isaac
Treherne, and he is trying to capture the
wicked man in the Agnes Jane yonder,
the man who, as l told you, tried to
kill me. Will you take him in the Pride
| of Cornwall?"
Isaac was a study of indecision. He
twisted up his mouth, scratched his head.
regarded the sunset attentively, and
kicked pebble over the edge of the
quay.
II du wish, miss, as 1 'ad been nigh
you when e tried it," he said at last.
II would ave set about the hugly toad
proper, that 1 would But, begin your
pardon, and seem he be got away,
'twould seem a matter for the perlice
moren for we uns. Moreover, there be
the fish contract, and the Pride is only
waiting her crew to zail."
at means a hundred pounds in your
pocket my man." snapped Graden.
"A 'undred pounds is 'undred
pounds" replied Isaac with 4 sententious
inconsequence.
But, Isaac broke in Miss Weston,
when the story gets round to Mark
Pennyfold, he will say that you refused
because you knew that the Pride could
never catch the Agnes Jane"
40 he wull-the hardp' cried Isaac
with a sudden burst of indignation. Il
never thought. on that, miss A pretty
tale he will be telling in every public
from Bude to Penzance Come along
gentlemen, come along. III show
thing, and Mark, tn, the liard!'
We ran to where the little trawler lay
moored to the quay, and tumbled or
board. One man was sitting in her sterI
mending some tackle, and Isaac apparent
/ " considered his services sufficient, fol
he cast off the ropes at once. Miss w es
! ton was waiting on the head of the quay
: as our boat crept by. shall always re
member that picture of my darling a:
she stood on those old grey stones, will
their seaweed beard dropping to the swir
of the tide below. The fire of the sunse
t lit her tall, graceful figure leaning t.
the breeze. One hand was to her hair
e the other waving adieu. No fairer figure
q of encoura cement could men desire wh'
e started on a perilous adventure.
'Good-bye! God keep you both!'- 81
e she cried to us.
We shouted a reply, but doubt If sh
: heard it, for at that moment the wine
caught the great red sail on our fore
! mast. swinging it across with thunder
l Gus fiapping that shook the little vesse
d from stem to stern. In another momen
we were rushing forward in pursuit, wit
f the spray from the bows in our faces an
IS a white trail of foam .larking our pat
Il from the land.
do not think that more than ,e
/. minutes had passed from the n,o,n-nt u
e our arrival on the quay, though by m
t writing it may seem that l have under
: estimated the time. The Agnes Jan
e was. as far as l could judge, about
t mile away to the southwark, distanc
r which we decreased to barely a thous
- and wards before the full strength Of tn
5 growing wind we brought had reache
t her. After that, however, we gaine
very slowly, if at all.
e was never good sailor, a fact whic
IS the long rollers soon recalled to m
e remembrance. The occasional bursts c
:. spray which flew over us added great
II to my discomfort for my clothes. thoifg
warm were not waterproof. | have a