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

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 shril scream, explained
all. The prisoners had seized the brig,
Give wayw cried Frere. pale with rage
and apprehension, and the soldiers, real
lied at once the full terror of their po-
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 lulled into a
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.
While he listened James Lesly, William
Cheshire, William Russen, John Fair
and James Barker slipped to the hatch
way and got upon deck Barker reached
the att-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 graphic with his unseen antagonist
and Fair, snatching up the weapon
swore to blow out his brains If he raised
finger. Seeing the sentry Thus So
cured, Cheshire leaped down the after
waterway and passed up the muskets
from the arm-racks to Lesly and Russen.
there were three muskets In addition
to the one taken from the sentry. and
Barker, leaving his prisoner in charge
oil Fair, seized one of them and ran TO
the companion-ladder Russen. left IN
armed by this maneuver. appeared 70
know his own duty. He came back 70
the forecastle, and passing behind the
listening soldier, touched the singer on
the shoulder. This was the appointed
signal and John Rex, suddenly termin-
atlng his song with a laugh, presented
his INST IN the face of the gaping Grimes.
NO noise!' he cried; the briggs ours"
and 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 bailr In obedience to
TINS order, the now gagged sentry was
hung 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 a lookout for the boat, and if she
comes too near, fret
AS he spoke the report of the first
musket rang out. Barker had apparent
~ hred up the companon-hatchway
When Mr.. Bates had gone below. he
found Sylvia curled up on the cushions
OF the stateroom, reading. "Weu.
Missy" he said, "we'H soon be on our
way to papa"
Sylvia answered by asking question
altogether foreign to the subject "Mr
Bates said she pushing the hair out
Oh her niue 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
sayT
" The Ancient Brtons," said Sylvia
reading gravely, "'were little better than
parbarans. They painted their bodies
with woad'-that's blue stuff, you know.
Mr.. Bates-'and seated in their light cor
acles of skin stretched upon slender
wooden frames, must have presented n
wild and savage appearance.
"Wplt ~ ia potoa
rage missy. A sort of pheayton, as
they call It,"
Sylvia, hardly satisfied, returned TO
the book. 1t was a little. mean-lookinp
voiume-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.. Batesw she cried
waving the history above her head in
triumph, what a pair of geese we are
A carriage! Oh, you silly man! It's a
boatl'
rs it,? said Mr.. Bates, in admiration
of the intelligence of his companion
Who'd ha' thought that now ?" and he
was about to laugh also, when. raising
his eyes, he saw in the open doorwa
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 u 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
MS right hand, and snatching it up. he
| nung 1t across the little cabin full ir
the face of the escaped prisoner. Tn,
SOFT mass struck the man with fore,
sufheient to blind him for an instant
The musket exploded harmlesslv in m,
ar; and. ere the astonshed Barker coulC
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
Ier perth, and the poor little student o
Nngllsh history ran into her arms.
ITS a mut.ny, ma'am." said Rates
90 back to your cabin and lock IN,
door, Those bloody williams have rise,
| on u.s. Maybe it amt SO bad as !
Looks; I've got my pistols with me an,
| Mr.. Ererp'u haar -, "