Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1906-12-08
for The Term of Ills Natural Life
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By MARCUS CLARKE
CHAPTER xxx.-(Contlnued.)

CHAPTER XXX Contlnued.)
Rufus Dawes, overpowered by the rev
slation so suddenly made to him, had
remained for a few moments motionless
In his cell, expecting TO hear the heavy
clang Of the outer door, which should
announce to him the departure OF the
chaplain. But he did not hear II, and
II seemed TO him that the air In the
cell had grown suddenly cooler. He
went to the door and looked into the
narrow corridor, expecting to see the
scowling countenance Of Gimblett. To
his astonishment the door Of the prison
was wide open, and not a soul In sight.
He looked around. The night was fall
ing sullenly; the wind was mounting;
from beyond the bar came the hoarse
murmur of an angry sea. If the schoon-
er was to sail that night, she had best
get out into deep waters. Where was
the chaplain7 Pray heaven the delay
had been sufficient, and they had sailed
without him. Yet they would be sure
TO meet. He advanced few steps
nearer, and looked about him. Was It
possible that, In his madness, the chap
lain had been about to commit some
violence which had drawn the trusty
Gimblett from his post? The trusty
Gimblett was lying at his feet-dead
drunk
"Hll Hohol Hlno, therew roared
that you, Muster Noarth? We amt
too much tam, SURF
From the uncurtained windows Of the
chaplain's house on the hill beamed the
newly lighted candle. They In the boat
did not see Il, but It brought to the
prisoner a wild hope that made his heart
bound. He ran back to his cell. clapped
on North's wide-awake, and, fiinglng the
cloak hastily about him, came quickly
down the steps. II the moon should
shinet out nowl
Jump In, SIR" said unsuspecting
Mannix, thinking only of the hogging
he had been threatened with. "It'n be
dirty night, this night Put this over
your knees sir. Shove her OFF Give
way" And they were ahoat. But one
glimpse of moonlight fell upon the
slouched hat and cloaked figure, and the
boats crew, engaged in the dangeror-
task of navigating the reef In the teeth
Of the rising gale, paid no attention to
the chaplain.
Lads, we're but just In timel" cried
Mannlx; and they laid alongside the
schooner black In blackness. up ye
so, yer honor, quickw And the anchor
was a-trip as Rufus Dawes ran up the
side.
The commandant, already pulling off
in his own boat, roared farewell
"Good-by, North. II was touch and go
with ye," adding. Curse the fellow; he's
too proud to answerr'
The chaplain, indeed. spoke to no
one, and, plunging down the hatchway,
made for the stern cabins. "Close shave,
your reverence" said a respectful some
body, opening a door. II was, but the
clergyman did not say so. He double
locked the door, and, hardly realizing
the danger he had escaped, flung himself
on the bunk, painting. Over his head he
heard the rapid tramp of feet. He could
smell the sea, and through the open
window of the cabin could distinguish
the light In the chaplain's house on the
hill. The trampllng ceased, the vessel
began TO move swiftly, the command
ants boat appeared below him for an
instant, making her way back; the Lady
Franklin had set sail.
'That's a gun from the Shore" said
Partridge, the mate, "and they're burn
ing a red light. There's a prisoner es-
capped. Shall we lie tot"
"Lie tor cried old Blunt. oven have
suthin else to do. Look there"
The sky to the northward was streak
ed with belt Of livid green color, above
which rose a mighty black cloud, whose
shape was ever changing.