Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-03-18
CHAPTER XIV.

1 # captain encountered Suarex | The Spaniard led the English
 man toward one of the peep
 holes in the canvas screen Sur,
 enough, the canoes were making of toward Otter creek. In the marvel
 ously clear light 1t was easy to set
 the threatening arms held out toward
 the ship by few men who stood up
 right. Even their raucous cries were yet audible Courtenay was glad ht
 had not missed this demonstration oi
 hatred. It argued the necessity of con tinued watchfulness.
 The general attitude of the crew wal
 one of real annoyance that the fgh1
 had not been carried on at close quar ters. The Kansas bore tokens in plen ty of the battle. Many bullets and ar rows had struck the ship, the canvas
 was torn in several places. a number
 of port lights were broken, and the open decks, fore and aft as well as the spar deck, were filtered with stones. He picked up some of these missiles, mans earliest and latest pro jectile. They were round and heavy A few bore the red streaks of oxidized iron; some appeared to be veritable Jumps of ore. though the action of wa. ter had made them smooth stone out of the brook" He showed one to Tolle. mache, who seemed to possess good deal of out of the way knowledge. and the latter instantly pronounced the specimen to be almost pure copper veined with silver.
 The captain saw to the reverent bur- ial of poor Pietro Cana, entered full details of the fight in the ships log and helped Walker to search the sus- pected coal for a further supply of dynamite, as the utility of the surface mines had been demonstrated beyond a doubt. He thought it possible, given the necessary time. to rig device which would be practically invisible. A fresh set of dummy poles, which the Indians would probably avoid in the event of second attack, might
 
 mines laid at sea level.
 Their utmost diligence brought to light no further supply of the explo- sive. Evidently the prepared Jumps of coal, each containing a stick of dy- namite, which were placed in the bunker at Valparaiso had been convey ed on board by one man. so it was more than likely there was not anoth- CT ounce of the stuff on the ship except the three specimens first discovered. These, water soaked and useless, were locked in drawer in the chart house.
 While scrutinizing the bunker Courte- nay found grimy piece of paper, crushed into ball and amalgamated with coal dust by means of the glue or other substance which had been used for making the, bombs intended for the destruction of the furnaces. He ex- amined it carefully, believing 1t had the appearance and texture of car fridge er. He placed it in his pocket and, wffhe changing his clothes before joining the others at supper, came on it again with a certain surprise. He plunged it into basin of hot water, and it yielded it's secret. It was the outer wrapper of a stick of dynamite. It bore the circular stamp of the manu- facturers, the sociedad .Anonyma de las Costas del Pacifco. This in itself meant nothing. The same company probably supplied hundreds of mines with the five pound boxes in which dynamite is packed. and if the stamp were the only clew none could possibly say when or where 1t had been issued for use.
 But miners are apt 10 be careless. Men accustomed 10 dynamite will ham, dle it with an astounding disregard for danger, and here was case in point. Some Spanish overseer, evidently at a loss for memorandum tablet, had scribbled hieroglyphics with an indeli- ble pencil on this particular wrapper. It was clear that the figures and ab- breviated words referred to the de- velopment of cross heading and the position of certain lodes, but Courte- nay was quick to see that the official who made those notes would recognize them; hence the mine or store from which the package had been stolen or bought could be identified. Such evi- dence was of highly circumstantial value. Courtenay put the wrapper in the same drawer as the cartridges. en- tered in the log the time and manner of its discovery and forthwith dismiss ed it from his mind.
 It was almost dark when he went on deck. The wind was keen and chilly. It whistled through the broken win dows of the wheeIhouse and seemed to 1 have in 1t a promise of bad weather. | But a glance aloft and at the sky be- yond the southern headland = Point ! as 1t was called on board-re- assured him. The far flung arc over 1 head was cloudless The stars of the l hemisphere, vivid and bright, l though less familiar than those of the north, were reflected in the black wa ter. The ship was so stiIl, the sur so peaceful, save for the I plash of tiny waves created by the i breeze. that he was almost startled l when a soft voice came from the low sr deck.
 Where in the world have you been, Captain Courtenay1 Joey is fretting for you. and I have carried him all ,ver the ship in vain search
 His heart jumped with giadness. E.