The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1906-03-31
CHAPTER XIV.

CHAPTER AlN.
Joel Logston reached Boonesborough
much exhausted from the loss of blood;
but he was not so weak as to be I'M
able to give q very extraordinary &C
count of what had transpired.
The restraint which had been imposed
upon the Frenchman's actions proved by
no means agreeable. He felt that ne
was in danger, and that many OF his
plans were likely to fail. He attributed
all his present difficulties to young Nor
wood, and resolved to be fully revenged
upon him. He paced the rough floor of
the block house until near midnight, de-
vising plans Of escape and retaliation.
The pioneers were in their cabins,
and the Frenchman was the sole occu-
pant of the structure. The door which
opened into the inclosure was guarded
by Andrew; who was soon to be relieved
by Exquisite Ebony. That it would be
possible to corrupt the simple black and
escape was an idea that naturally crept
into the mind Of LIE Bland. The result
of this conception was the following con-
versation between the parties.
Andrew" said the Frenchman, in 4
low voice, putting his mouth to a loop
hole.
The honest African was somewhat
comatose at that time; but the sound
instantly aroused him, and caused him
to look around in alarm. LIE Bland re-
peated the name.
Gam dat you spokin?" said Andrew.
The prisoner answered in the afirma-
tive without delay.
"Don't dress yerseH to me-" returned
Andrew. with some loftiness Of manner.
The jFrenchman CRASHED his teeth
with anger, and wished, for the moment,
above all other things, for the privilege
of wringing the negro's neck.
"But, my good Andrew, this misfor-
tune of mine should not interrupt our
friendship" added the prisoner In dep
recating tone.
"Dis chile am berry much fat-igued,
and doesn't want to hear no low re-
marks" said Andrew, yawning.
'Come, Monsieur Andrew, don't be
hard on person who has been unfortu-
nate"
'Stop dat talkin' dar; I'm; gwine to de-
compose some poetry. What will rhyme
wird Skies you French Teller in dar r
asked Andrew after a short silence.
Eyes," replied LIE Bland, thinking
that perhaps it would be better to humor
his mood.
"Dar fust line am dis" resumed the
negro, Oar moon am sailin' in de skies !"
But can't compare wild Dinah's eyes"
added LIE Bland.
dat am berry good" quoth Andrew,
much pleased with the lines.
Listen" continued the Frenchman;
"I'll assist you to compose some lines on
Dinah's eyes, If you'll just let me out Of
this ridiculous place. Poetry is the sure
road to the female heart. Andrew, you
are a poet and man Of feeling"
"Y-e-s, / know dat" said the negro,
highly grati6ed by the compliment to his
head and heart.
''The fact of the case is, that I am
vilely slandered and villainously ira
duced. 1t is necessary In order to vim
dictate my character, that l should es-
cape this block house. Now It seems to
me, that a man of your sensibility must
pity me, more especially when l assure
you that l will give you a handsome
sum of money for your services"
Money" exclaimed Andrew, eagerly.
Eyes, Andrew; good, hard, silver
pieces"
Dat alters de circumstance. Poke out
des money frew der hole" responder
Andrew readily.
ITO be continued,