The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1906-02-21
dignity Of a struggle.

end" said Brewster, his eyes flashing.
"At present I am your prisoner, but Il
IL long way to Boston"
For three days and two nights the
Filter steamed westward into the At
lantic, with her temporary owner lock-
ed In his stateroom. The confinement
was irksome, but he rather liked the
sensation Of being interested in some
thing besides money. He frequently
laughed to himself over the absurdity
OF the situation. His enemies were
friends, true and devoted; his 1ailers
were relentless, but they were consid-
crate. The original order that he should
be guarded by one man was violated
on the first day. There were times
when his guard numbered at least ten
persons and some of them served tea
and begged him to listen to reason.
1T IL di@cult not to listen" he said
aercely. TITS like holding a man down
and then asking him to be quiet. But
my time II coming"
Revenge will be hist" exclaimed
Mrs. Dan tragically.
"You might have your term shorten
ed on account Of good conduct II you
would only behave" suggested Peggy.
whose reserve was beginning to soften.
please be good and give in"
~ haven't been happier during the
whole cruise" said Monty. ION deck
I wouldn't be noticed, but here I am
quite the whole thing. Besides I can
get out whenever feel like It."
Il have $1,000 which says you can't"
said DeMille, and Monty snapped him
up SO eagerly that he added, that you
can't get out Of your own accord"
Monty acceded to the condition and
offered odds on the proposition to the
others, but there were no takers.
THAT settles It," he smiled grimly to
himself. Il can make $1,000 by staying
here, and can't afford to escape"
On the third day of Monty's impris-
onment the Filter began to roll heavi.
ly. At first he gloated over the discom-
fort of his guards, who obviously did
not like to stay below. Subway Smith
and Bragdon were on duty and neither
was famous as good sailor. When
Monty lighted his pipe there was con.
sternation. and Subway Eushed ON
deck.
You are brave man. Joe," Monty
said to the other and blew a cloud Of
smoke in his direction. II knew you
would stick to your post. You wouldn't
leave it even if the ship should 60
down."
Bragdon had reached the stage where
he dared not speak and was busying
himself trying to breathe with the mo-
ton Of the boat, as he had called it.
by JOve." continued Monty relent-
lessly. This smoke Is getting thick.
Some Of this toilet water might help "
l sprinkled it about"
One Whit Of the sweet smelling
cologne was enough for Bragdon and
he bolted up the compani0nway, leav-
ing the stateroom door wide open and
the prisoner free to 60 where he pleas
ed. Monty's first impulse was to fol-
low, but he checked himself on the
threshold.
Hang that bet with DeNlille," he
said to himself. and added aloud to the
fleeing guard. THE key, Joel dare
you to come back and get itv'
But Bragdon was beyond recall and
Monty locked the door on the inside
and passed the key through the ven-
tilator.
On deck a small part Of the company
braved the spray in the lee Of the deck
house, but the others had long since
gone below. The boat was pitching
furiously in the ugliest sea 1t had en-
countered, and there was anxiety un-
derneath Captain Perry's mask Of IN
concern. DeMille and DR.. Lotless talk
ed In the senseless way men have
when they try to conceal their nerv-
BUSINESS. But the women did not ~
spond; they were in no mood for con.
versation.
Only one Of them was quite oblivious
to personal discomfort and dangoe.
Peggy Gray was thinking Of the pris-
oner below. In reflection Of her own
terror she pictured him crouching In
the little stateroom like doomed
criminal awaiting execution, alone,
neglected, forgotten. unpitied. At nrst
she pleaded with the men for his r.
lease. but they insisted upon waiting
in the hope that a scare might bring
him to his senses. Peggy saw that No
help was to be secured from the other
women, much as they might care for
Brewster's peace Of mind and safety.
Her heart was bitter toward every ono
responsible for the situation, and there
was dark rebellion in her soul. 1t cul.
minated finally in resolve to release
Monty Brewster at any cost.
With difficulty she made her way -
the stateroom door. clinging to sup.
ports at times and then plunging VIC.
lently away from them. For soma
minutes she listened, frantically clutch
ing Brewster's door and the wall rail-
There was no guard, and the tumul1
Of the sea drowned every sound with
in. Her imagination ran riot when he
repeated calls were not answered.
Monty. Montyw she cried. poundl
Ing wildly on the door.
who is It? What il the troubles