The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1907-07-25

man on whose actions the very QUITE
air existence Of the Port Edes depende,
left his fellows in the chartroom an,
raced forward to where the jagged lii
OF the forehold hatch yawned to tn
splashing brine. Without lantern
without SO much as a look before him
he lowered himself on to the twisted
battens below, with the clean waite
raining on to him from above ant
muddy Wavelets squirting up from be.
low, and then when the steamer CAV,
a heavy scend n the more solid wasf
from below smote him heavily upor
the thighs he loosed his grip and divet
IKE a stone through the brimmine
shaftWay of the hatch.
seconds passed, a minute, two min
utes, n still he did not reappear
Three minutes. Then the rounded out
lines of something black rolled to the
SURFACE and surged about Imply with
the swill of the water.
For a while 1t staid SO; then, swung
by a heavier pitch of the steamer, was
washed to the back of a s%tanchion,
where 1t hung. The stopping water be-
meath ebbed steadily. The valve In the
steamer bottom nae been closed.
During a whole hour Patrick Cam
bel lodged behind that iron pillar, a
mere homeless mass of flesh and clothes
and then the pains of life came into
him again with shivers and shutter
lhgs. The thin gray light of the dawn
was hlter1ng down through the jagged
opening above when first the trembling.
lids slid from his eyeballs, but for still
another thirty minutes he was a thing
OF no wit, breathing. truly, but caring
naught for all the world contained.
Then q sucking, scbb,ng noise from
the depths of the hold far beneath
broke upon his ear, and the languid
brain began to work. With an effort
ne sat up dizzily holding to the pill
iar, trying to think where he was and
how ran recent history, and by degrees
the details strolled back to him. Be
lore, however, he had gathered all his
senses or a working quantum of
strength he had a visitor in the shape
OF the ~donkeyman, who clattered up
over he decks with plate shod boots
and crouched at the top of the gan
above on knees and hands.
Have o been getting hurt, now
inquired the newcomer.
About n1ne-tenths drowned, l fancy.
III that counts. But I'm about all right
again now
You don't look it," replied the dom
candidly. Barring the tan
you'd be blue and lard color about the
lace this minute. But l feared there
was something gone wrong through not
seeing ye on the bridge, SO l nipped
the chartroom n ~pocketed a
bottle that was lying conven
in case-Pull at the small end
sor.'' ~
The bottle was handed down, and
gambler lifted ii his teeth chattering
against the nozzle like castanets. hut
the spirit drove color into his face and
set the sluggish blood once more on
It's appointed journey through his hands
and trunk.
What has occurred since 1 left
you?" he asked.
Wei, first. sor, the captain and my
self had a little friendly discussion
about what's been happening, ana came
a bit of financial agreement. But
1 will say that l figured me new terms
very low When / understood it was n
OF conspiracy that we wanted me
20 stand In at. And then. sor, we went
below to h engine room and turned
steam into the bilge pumps to hoaye
THIS nasty slop of water after which.
as chief, l set about making II repair
tne low pressure engine. You see,
When tina explosion took place a bit
OF a casting Jumped into the crank nit
and go jammed there hard before tiiey
could stop her. I've had a fair do at
elbow work cutting it out cold, but it's
c!ear now, n she runs as sweetly as
she aid the day she left the shops. But
On, Mr.. Carnbel. / wish you could see
the old man. The sight of that little
~shoveling Goals and swearing and
tumbling and burning himself is enough
70 make the ghosts of some dead Gre
men l know abort grin and dances
jigs in their graves
Inc donkeyman was inclined to be
%garrulous and evidently lusted for a
chat, but with returning
strength Gamblers anxiety grew on him
again, and he climbed out on deck
Keen to be once more in action. His
knees were lottery, and the donkeyman
MN an arm aft. But when he
had rtrnhnH aYpy, 49, - - SET
bridge deck he toe for a minute
staring, then threw up his hands and
pitched forward onto the plankins MS
though a bullet had smitten tho life
In his brain.
Tbs big d~onkeyman also was startled
gut OF the morning mists of the south
there had come UP a small centar-
board schooner of some fifteen tons
an FISHERMAN perhaps in the season
ana now q sponge gatherer or a mere
coaster. She was coming down over
seas as dry as a gull, driving along
unaer her boom foresail and lib. The
eye hung on her as she
Spurged past the ust streaked flank of
steamer sonle twenty fathoms away
not because the sight of a little white
painted schooner was new to him. NOT
because he was impressed by the dan
ger to h Port Edes' enterprise in her
being seen by any one, but on account
VI LIE LILY VeSSel being handled in
what to her was distinctly ugly wealth
er, by SO extraordinary a person as 4
Young and pretty girl. No one else was
on deck, and the girl sat on the oam-
ing Of the cockpit. tiller in one hand.
tiller rope in the other. as lei
eddy as though h had been an ancient
bred and aged in fore ana
alters. go -
b was a girl, too, with looks much
TO the lrishman's liking, with conner
red hair whose ends blew out from, he.
meath a green Italian nightcap. laueh-
ing, impudent features, with the color
whipped up into warm pinks by the
WIND; q hSpre Of pretty curves, and the
hapelist little brown fists In the world
splayed on the tiller and gripping the
restraining tiller rope. She was pretty
much up to h eyes In her steering. but
found time to throw an oeiIiad to-
ward the steamer. which Mr.. Sullivan
answered with a yell intended to show
his complete admiration and q swirl Of
his greasy cap. 1t was then that Cam
fell. and the donkeyman took his
eyes from HI schooner and picked him
up and once more applied the whisky
bottle. More drowned than / thought
he mutttered. It'll be q pips
mess for us II, he o i'll"
But Patrick Cambel had not tainted
through the effect OF his recent strug-