The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1906-05-11

All at once a voice called out: "Of
course his bills are worth four hundred
| pounds; but my good sir, four hundred
pounds to man in my position is not
worth the getting. Why, I've given four
hundred pounds for smile of my girl
Sarah! She's a good girl. as girls go.
Mrs. Lionel Crofton, of the Crofts, Sew
! enoaks, Kent-Sevenoaks, Kent-Seven
A CLEAN Of light broke in on the dark
ness which wrapped Rufus Dawes tor
tured brain. The man was John Rex,
his berth-mate. With an effort he spoke.
Rex
Yes, yes. I'm coming; don't be in a
hurry. The sentry's safe, and the how
itzer is but five PAGES from the door. A
| rush upon deck, lads, and she's ours
| That is. mine. Mine and my wife's.
Mrs. Lionel Crofton, of Seven Crofts.
no. Oaks-Sarah Purfoy, lady's maid
and nurse-ha! ha!-lady's maid and
| nursew
This last sentence contained the name
clue to the labyrinth In which Rufus
Dawes bewildered intellects were wan
| dering. Sarah Purfoy" He remem-
bered now each detail Of the converse
| ton he had 40 strangely overheard. and
how imperative it was that he should,
without delay. reveal the plot that
| threatened the ship. How that plot was
to be carried out, he did not pause to
consider: he was conscious that he was
hanging over the brink of delirium, and
that, unless he made himself understood
before his senses utterly deserted him,
all was lost
lie attempted to rise, but found that
his fever-thralled limbs refused to obey
the impulse of his will. He made an eff
fort to speak, but his tongue Glove to the
roof of his mouth, and his jaws stuck
together. He could not raise a finger
nor utter a sound. He closed his eyes
with terrible sigh of despair. and re-
signed himself to his fate. At that in
slant the door opened. 1t was o'clock.
and Pine had come to have a last look
at his patients before dinner. 1t seemed
that there was somebody with him. for
kind, though somewhat pompous voice
remarked upon the scantiness of accom-
mediation.
Here they are," said Pine: six of
'em. This fellow''-going to the side of
Rex-"is the worst. If he had not a
constitution like a horse don't think he
could live out the night
Three. eighteen, seven, four" NUT
tered Rex; 'dot and carry one Is that
an occupation for gentleman? No. sir.
Good night. my lord. good night. Hark!
the clock is striking 8; five, six. seven.
eight! Well, you've had your day, and
can't complain"
"A dangerous fellow" says Pine, with
the light appraised. "a very dangerous
fellow. This is the place. you sea
regular rat hole; but what can one do?"
Come. let lis get on deck" said Wick
ers. with shudder of disgust.
Rufus Dawes felt the sweat break out
into beads on his forehead. They sus-
pected nothing. They were going away
He must warn them. With violent eff
fort, in his agony he turned over in the
bunk, and thrust out his hand from the
blankets.
"Halloo! what's this?'' cried Pine.
bringing the lantern to bear upon it.
lie down, my man. Eth water, is il?
There. steady with it now" and he lift
ed pannikin to the blackened, froth-
Aih6Cu iipo. Lie COOl uTduRQC moist
ened his parched gullet, and the convict
made last effort to speak
Sarah Purfoy-to-night-t prison
-Mutiny!'
The last word. almost shrieked out.
in the sufferers desperate efforts to ar
ticulate. recalled the wandering senses
of John Rex.
Hush he cried. SIS that you, Jem-
my? Sarah's right. Wait till she gives
the word"
He's raving," said Vickers.
Pine caught the convict by the shout
der. "What do you say. my man? A
mutiny of the prisoners:'
With his mouth agape and his hands
clinched, Rufus Dawes. incapable of
further speech. made last effort to nod
assent but his head fell upon his breast
the next moment. the Pickering light
the gloomy prison, the eager face of the
DOCTOR and the astonished face of Wick
ers vanished from before his straininc
eyes.