The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1906-06-28

seis 70 antwerp. from Antwerp back 10
Paris. lost him there 4 miserable
end TO long and expensive search. l
got nothing but a portmanteau with
lot of letters from his mother. sent the
particulars to the shipbuilder, and by all
accounts the news killed him, for he died
not long after"
And the son?''
: Game to the queerest end of sill. The
old man had left him his fortune-a
large one, believe-but he'd left Eu-
rope, it seems. for India, and was lost in
the Hydaspes. Frere was his cousin"
''Ahv'
1T annoys me when I think of it."
continued Rex. with the resources I
had. too! Oh, miserable failure. The
days and nights I've spent walking about
looking for Richards Devine. and never
catching glimpse of him. The old man
gave me his sons portrait with full par
ticulars of his early life, and suppose i
carried that ivory gimcrack in my breast
pocket for nearly three months, pulling
1t out to refresh my memory every half
hour. If the young gentleman was any
thing like his. picture, could have
sworn to him if I'd met him in Tim
buctoo."
do you think you'd know him
again?" asked Rufus Dawes, IN a low
voice, turning away his head
There may have been something in the
attitude in which the speaker had put
himself that awakened memory, or per-
haps the subdued eagerness of the tone,
contrasting so strangely with the COM
parative inconsequence of the theme.
had caused John Rex's brain to perform
one of those feats Of automatic synthe-
sis at which we afterward wonder The
profiigate son--the likeness TO the por-
trait-the mystery of Dawes lifel These
were the links of galvanic chain He
closed the. circuit and a vivid flash re-
vealed to him-The Man.
Warder Troke. coming up. put his
hand on Rex's shoulder. Dawes he
said. you're wanted at the yard and
then. seeing his mistake, added. with a
grin, Curse you two; you're so much
alike one can't tell t'other from which. -
Rufus Dawes walked off modify: but
John Rex's evil face turned pale. and a
strange hope made his heart leap.
'Trcke's right, we are alike. I'll not
press him to escape any more"
CHAPTER XIV.
The Pretty Mary--as ugly and evil
smelling a tub as ever pitched under a
southerly burster-had been lying on
and off Cape Surville for nearly three
weeks. Captain Blunt was getting
wearied. He made strenuous efforts to
find the oyster beds of which he was os-
tensibly in search, but no success attend
ed his efforts. In vain did he take boat
and pull into every cove and nook be-
tween the Hoppolyte Reef and Scouten
Island. In vain did he run Pretty Mary
as near to the rugged cliffs as he dared
to take her, and make perpetual expedi-
tions to the shore. In vain did he-in
his eagerness for the interests of Mrs.
Purfoy-clamber up the rocks, and
spend hours in solitary souniings in
Blackman's Bay. He never found an
oyster. IF l don't find something in
three or four days more" said he to his
mate, II shall go back again. It's too
dangerous cruising here"
On the same evening that Captain
Blunt made this resolution, the watch
man at Signal Hill saw the arms of the
semaphore at the settlement make three
motions thus:
The semap hore was furnished with
three revolving arms. fixed one above
the other. The upper one denoted units,
aud had six motions, Indicating one to
six The middle one denoted tens. ten
to sixty. The lower one marked hun
dreds, from one hundred to six hundred.
The lower and upper arms whirIed
out. That meant three hundred and six.
A ball ran up to the top of the post.
That meant one thousand
Number 1906, or. being interpreted,
prisoners Absconded."
There's a bolt" said Jones, the sig
mailman.
The semaphore signaIed again
n, mber 1411."
with armsw Jones said. translatins
as lie read. Come here. Harry. here's
a gor'
But Harry did not reply, and, looking
down. the Waterman saw dark figure
suddenly fill the doorway. The boas
sernnphore had failed this time. at all
events. The "bolters" had arrived as
soon as the signal!
The man sprang at his carbine. but the
intruder had already possessed himself
of it. "Its no use making a fuss
Jones. There are eight of us. Ob!igs
me by attending to your signals"
Jones knew the voice. 1t was that OF
John Rex Reply, can't your" said
Rex. coolly. Captain Burgess is in q
hurry The arms of the semaphore al
the settlement were. in fact, gesticuiat
ing with comical vehemence.
Jones took the strings in his hands
and, with his signal book open before
them, was about to acknowledge the
message, when Rex stopped him. "Send
this message" be said. Not seen. Sig
nal sent to Eagiehawkv'
Jones paused irresolutely. He was
himself a convict. and dreaded the fnev
liable cat that he knew would follow
this false message. eff they finds me
out he said. Rex cooked the ear
bine with so decided meaning in hi.
black eyes that Jones banished his hest
tation at. once and began to signal Gag
eriy. There came up clinking of meta
and murmur from below "What'.
keeping yer, DandyY'
"All right. Get those irons off. and
then Wen talk, boys. I'm putting sal
on old Burgess tail" The rough les
was received with roar, and Jones
looking momentarily down from his win
dow on the staging, saw, in the wanins
light, group Of men freeing themselve.
from their irons with a hammer taker
from the guard house; while two, al
ready freed. were casting buckets Of
water on the beacon woodpile. The sen
try was lying bound at little dis
lance.
"Now," said the leader of this sur
prise party. "signal to Woody Island.
Jones perforce obeyed. SAY, AN es
cape at the .minesl Watch One-tret
Point. Send on to Eaglehawkr Quick
now"
Jones, comprehending the force ri
this maneuver, which would have tn.
effect of distracting attention from the
Neck, executed the order with a grin
You're a knowing one, Dandy Jack,
said he
John Rex ACKNOWLEDGED the compli
ment By unlocking the carbine. sHolt
out yOur haDdsf Iamn,v yatobf Cop,.