Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-28

pected us to go crazy because another Teller
got thirty thousand dollars out OF MS
friends" said Captain Hank. &c eat my
own brother alive for a chance TO take IN
even fore-and-after right now that don I
draw ten foot
sail ho-o-o-o-or came from the mast
head.
Before the hail had wandered away with
the wind Captain Silas was clamberlns
up the foremost with a glass He slid down
again in deep disgust.
Our luck's sticking to us good, he
growied Its a wreck. S'pose now, to
cap the climax, wen have TO lose rev
spars beating up to her.
Up went the foresheet in response 10
orders that were shouted before he ceased
speaking A green sea spilled along ner
whole length-the first salute of the At
lantic to the black fighter that was coming
into the ring again.
Looks as if shed been a bark, said
Captain Silas. steadying his long brass tele-
scope on Captain Hanks shoulder. Two
of her masts We're chopped away. The other
fell of itself, judging by signs. Spanish
built | guess. Heavy laden, too, ana SINK
ing by the stern. Not soul aboard. What
do you say? Shall we let her go? Wen
have the devils own time beating to her.
''Stes in the steamer track. said Hank.
1--WE had ought to stand by her till night,
and if she don't sink by then we must set
fire to her or put light aboard"
Go the Shinnecock staggered along,
drowning herself at every plunging jig
step striving to reach the wreck, Whhe
the wind strove ever to blow her back.
When she hove to in the lee of the derelict
at last it was nearly dusk. The bark had
sunk so much by the stern that the sea
was breaking In surf up to her cabin as II
it were shelving beach; but her bow stood
| up high and showed above the waves like
| a fretted rock.
..She makes q good lea said Captain
| Hank. IF we run up close, there won De
any trouble about getting aboard her
! guess We'll have to do Ii, for she isn't go
| ing to sink for hours yet. Pass a can OF
! kerosene and a lot of dry tow into the
yawl there" he shouted, and let me have
| two volunteers to take me aboard
Viewed strictly as a nautical proposition,
| there may have been mo trouble about get
| ting aboard" Viewed with q landsman' 5
| eye it was shaking dice with destiny.
| Trouble came hungrily at the little yaWl
| from four quarters at once. But Captain
Hank and the kerosene got there which
| was the only point that interested the sole
| spectators out there on the Atlantic.
| Captain Hank climbed up the slope.
| gained the cabin and dipped below. On
| the Shinnecock shutting uneasily in the
| eve of the wind, the others were getting
| impatient Whats keeping Hank? COM
planned Silas. as he going to set up house
keeping?" Ten minutes passed.
| Something must have happened him. .
| said Captain Bill. 'Ahoy. The yaWl!
| But then the great shoulders of Captain
| Hank emerged from the cabin, He STROBE
| to the splintered side and leaped into the
/ yawl as If he were a flower fairy, instead OF
1 a hairy six-footer.
Couldn't you fire herr asked Slas. who
| had been watching vainly for smoke.
Gould, but wouldn't" said Captain
| Hank THAT things got fine sherry and
| port wine aboard till you can't rest Here's
| her manifest. There was a note from her
captain on the cabin table saying that her
crew had made him desert her and go
aboard a fruiter II we could salve her
we'd make more than We'll make in six
months plotting.
| "Salye herr" snorted Captain Bill. Then
he snorted again as the chopped-on top OF
= wave took him across the face. .Salve