Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-12-08

the reason was passin' his understand
ing"
Would Pennytold take trip to
France If he were askedW
Surely, EUR, eff e be paid accordin'.
r be most mazed on the color of bit
of gold is Mark"
That settles it, Miss Weston" con-
tinued Graden in his short, businesslike
way. Now please to remember my in
structions. You have the facts concern
ing Professor Marnac in my letter Lay
an information against him for an at
tempt on your life, and see that the coun-
ty authorities circulate his description
along the coast. / don't think there is
the slightest chance that he will return
to trouble you, but be on your guard,
and have a man to sleep In the house.
Now, my lads, who has the swiftest boat
in the harbor?'
Now you be askin' a question" said
their spokesman gloeinily. You zee, it
be this wise. At the regatty, as my
Pride o Cornwall was reaching for the
west buoy, there comes, all of a sudden
like, grit wind from over the eastern
! beacon which,"
He means, Sir Henry. that his boat is
reckoned the fastest. but at the regatta
she was disabled in a squall," broke in
! Miss Weston, interrupting a story which
was evidently familiar in its length and
detail. This is Sir Henry Graden, Isaac
Treherne, and he is trying to capture the
wicked man in the Agnes Jane yonder,
the man who, as l told you, tried to
kill me. Will you take him in the Pride
of CornwallT
Isaac was a study of INDIGESTION. He
twisted up his mouth, scratched his head.
regarded the sunset attentvely. and
kicked pebble over the edge of the
quay.
II du wish, miss, as l 'ad been nigh
you when e tried it," he said at last.
Il would ave set about the hugly toad
proper, that l would. But, begin your
pardon, and seem he be got away,
'twould seem a matter for the perlice
more'n for we uns. Moreover, there be
the fish contract and the Pride is only
waiting her crew to zail"
at means a hundred pounds in your
pocket, my man." snapped Graden.
"A 'undred pounds Is 'undred
pounds" replied Isaac with a sententious
inconseQuence.
But, Isaac" broke In Miss Weston,
when the story gets round to Mark
Pennyfold, he will say that you refused
because you knew that the Pride could
never catch the Agnes Jane"
20 he wull-the liardw cried Isaac,
with a sudden burst of indignation. Il
never thought on that, miss. A pretty
tale he will be telling in every public
lid nj
gentlemen, come along I'll show e a
thing, and Mark, tn, the lard"
We ran to where the little trawler lay
moored to the quay, and tumbled on
board. One man was sitting in her stern
mending some tackle, and Isaac apparent
ly considered his services sufficient, for
he cast off the ropes at once. Miss Wes-
ton was waiting on the head of the quay
as our boat crept by. l shall always re-
member that picture of my darling as
she stood on those old grey stones, with
their seaweed beard dropping to the swirl
of the tide below. The fire of the sunset
lit her tall, graceful figure leaning to
the breeze. One hand was to her hair,
the other waving adieu. No fairer figure
of encouragement could men desire who
started on a perilous adventure.
Goodbye! God keep you BOTH SO
she cried to us.
We shouted a reply but doubt if she
heard it, for at that moment the wind
caught the great red sail on our fore
mast, swinging it across with a thunder
Gus tapping that shook the little vessei
from stem to stern In another moment
we were rushing forward in pursuit, with
the spray from the bows in our faces and
white trail of foam tarking our path
from the land.
| do not think that more than ,vn
minutes had passed from the lnvlIenL uI
our arrival on the quay, though by my
writing it may seem that l have under
| estimated the time. The Agnes Jane
was, as far as | could judge, about
mile away to the southwark, a distance
which we decreased to barely a thous-
and yards before the full strength OF the
growing wind we brought had reached
her. After that, however, we gained
very slowly. if at all.
| was never a good sailor, a fact which
the long rollers soon recalled to nv
remembrance. The occasional bursts of
spray which few over us added greatly
| " my uIscOhIOFt, Iof my clothes, though
warm, were not waterproof. | have al
ways been susceptible of chills, and the
prospect of passing the night in dripping
garments seriously alarmed me. 1t was
therefore, with a sense of relief that
observed Isaac produce some oilskins.
and boots happily lined with flannel.
The seafaring appearance which | as
sumed did not, however, allay my in
ternal sufferings, which soon became
acute. Huddled on the leeward side of
the boat, | watched the chase with an
: appearance of interest which was mere
hypocrisy. To be sincere | regarded nv
cousin, who was enjoying a pipe of
strong-smelling tobacco on the windward
side of me, with q more immediate en-
NIFTY than | felt towards Marnac himself
CHAPTER XVIII.
The sun sank amidst cloud confo-
l. grafton of sullen and thuuderous magni6-
J cehce. The coastline behind us darkened
Z ana faded until the crests of the breaking
waves rose ghastly white against the