The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1906-01-23

which it had departed the night before.
Like the tide, it, too, rose and rose.
There was not cloud to temper the
fiercenesS with which it beat upon his
head, not Il breath of air to blow across
his fevered brow. The binding rays
struck him like hammers of molten
iron. He stared at it out of his fren
zied. bloodshot eyes and writhed be-
meath its blazing heat. All his faculties
We're merged into one consuming de-
sire for Whitewater. The thirst was
intolerable. Unless he could get some
Lis brain would give way. He was dy-
ing, dying, dying. Oh, God. he could
not die; he was not ready to die! Oh,
for one moment of time, for one drop
of DISQUALIFICATION
Suddenly before his eyes there arose
figure. At first he fancied it was an
other of the apparitions which had
companied with him during the awful
night and morning, but this was hui
man figure, an old man, bent. hasgard.
like himself, with watching. but with
fierce mad JOY in his face. Where had
he come from? Who was he? What
did he want? The figure glared upon
the unhappy man with one fiery eye
and then he lifted before the captive's
distorted vision something. What was
tia cup of water? Water. water brim-
ming over the cup. 1t was Just out of
reach Of his lips-so cool, so sweet. so
inviting, He strained at his chains
bent his head. thrust his lips out. He
could almost touch it-not quite, He
struggled and struggled and stroye to
break his letters. but without avail
Those letters could not be broken by
the hand of man. He could not drink
ali, God,-then he lifted his blinded
eyes and searched the face of the other
"HOrnigold"' he whispered hoarsely
with his parched and stitfened lips. SIS
it thou?''
AYE. l wanted to let you know
there was wafer here. You must be
thirsty You'd like drink? So would
|. There is not enough for both of
US. Who will get it? |. Look
Not all-not all.' screamed the Old
captain family as the other drained the
cup. A little. \ drop for me-
Not one drop" answered Hornigold;
not one drop. If you were in hell and
| held a river in my hand you would
not get A drop. It's gone
He threw the cup from him.
Il brought you to this-I. Do YOU
recall it: You owe this to me. You
had your revenge; this is mine But
it's not over yet. I'm watching you.
l shall not come out here again. but
I'm watching you, remember that! l
can see YOU
Take that knife you bear-kill mew
Il don't want YOU to die-not yet.
| want you to Twelve long time.
and remember"
"Hornigoid, I'll make amends, I'll
be your slave
Aye. crawl and crnge now. you dog.
| swore that you should do it. It's use
less to beg me for mercy l know not
that word; neither did you. Remem-
Der. watch
He threw his glance upward. stopped
suddenly, fierce light in that old eye
of his.
Look up" he cried. land you will
see. Take heart. man. | guess you
won't have to wait for the tide, and
the sun won't bother you long. Re-
member. | AIN wa ching you!"
He turned and walked away, conceal.
Ing himself in the copse once more
where he could see and not be seen.
The realization that he was watched
by one whom he could not see. one
who gloated over his miSeries and suf-
feringS and agonies, added the last
touch to the torture of the buccaneer.
He had no longer strength or man
hood. He no longer cried out after
that one last appeal to the merciless
sailor. He did not even look up in
obedience to the Old mans INJUNCTION
What was there above him, beneath
him, around him, that could add TO his
fear: He prayed for death. They
We're the first and last prayers that had
fallen from his lips for fifty years,
those that day Yet when death did
come at last he shr;inll from it with
an increasing terror and horror that
made all that lie had passed through
seem like a trific.
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