The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-02-26

asks Burton eagerly.
Hardly, but in the struggle my
hand caught his face, and felt scar
over his left eye"
Great Scott" calculates the Amer
lean. He is nov certain it is Core
gio Cipriano Danella who is bent upon
brother.
AS the Yankee detective is rowed
away, Barnes PAGES the deck.
The night is very fine, though ex-
tremely dark, and they being near the
land. somewhat misty. The yachts
lights. however, burn brightly and
careful lookout is kept. Barnes thinks
he has little fear from the sea while
the vessel is in command of Edwin
Anstruther. Still the detectives last
warning, Suspect everybody" fingers
in his mind.
Some remarks from the ladies in
the cabin indicate that they are not
coming on deck this evening.
You can wager your grog money
Barnes, you'd be happier If you'd
spliced before taking this cruise OBJ
serves Anstruther. soto voce to his
friend. You'd have a bride with you
like me. Now, no danger of pirates
boarding us, Marina and | can forget
care for few days in-in love-"
You may, cannot remarks Bur
ton, grimly.
''Ah, Ends little offish. is she?
Won't come up even and say good
night grins the sailor. Didn't like
your not accepting what was offered
you, Ell? When you get a chance take
it, my hearty, especially with girls.
Now if you'd hunted up the minister,
as recommended to-day, you wouldn't
have to stow yourself away on the
cabin settee tonight
This sea-dog suggestion is so dis
quieting that poor Burton PAGES the
deck and signs.
The boat has now returned, and as
the men scramble on deck, Edwin de-
mands: did you put your passenger
on shore at Bandol?"
Aye, aye. sir, but the loon went up
the dock as cautious as if he feared
land sharks
ory's warning, Suspect everybody"
The vessel is soon under way again
He PAGES the deck smoking his cigar
and thinking: mo one can board US
in all probability unobserved We are
safe here with the Scotch crew and
the Scotch mate" Suddenly the cigar
drops from Barnes fingers; with a
start he mutters to himself: BY
heaven, no Scotchman ever concocted
that filet mignon and that creme d'as-
perge. There's one man on this boat
must keep my eye upon
Thinking of land sharks laughs
Anstruther, slapping him on the back
NO." answers Barnes. shortly, Il
was meditating on our French cook"
CHAPTER v.
"For the Love Of Heaven Don't Kill
the Cook!"
To this rather astonishing announce.
ment the young English naval officer
says: by Jove. the beggar did give
us a good dinner
Too good!" remarks Barnes, gloom
fly.
You wouldn't say that" replies Ed
win, IF you had been knocking round
the orient on wardroom commons for
the last year. What do you mean by
too good?' No cook is too good
And yet I'd feel easier" is Burton
comment, IF the fellow had given us
lob-scouse, plum-duff, roast beef and
j. dishes plain Johnny Bull cook would
have been apt to concoct. don't pro
pose to blindly trust anyone with for
eign associations. They may be al
right, and they may not. So I'm goins
to investigate this fellow"
If you find anything suspicious
about him" replies Anstruther, grimly
IN put him ashore if he can make
salt horse taste like broiled chicken"
Acting on this by few deft ques
tiOns to the members of the watch or
deck, Barnes discovers that the nauti
cal chefs name is Felix .4eboeuf
That's as l twang it, remarks Gillie
who is standing at the wheel giving
him the information. "Coswhite, Mr.
Jamieson's regular cook, went aloIi
WIFI MN w lHS dulu anu llis
chiel only come aboard to-day to take
his place i the galley
Hum, a new arrival?'
AYE, sir, and the men dinna lik,
him DER muckle. Thae loon puts gar
lie i TIL lobscouse.'
At this Barnes laughs slightly, stroll
forward and takes a look into tn,
cooks galley. The fires are out ant
the regular snoring that issues from i
shows the Frenchman is asleep upol
his cook chest. II don't think III trcu
BILE him tonight sleepily thinks tn.
American, hesitating to disturb tn,
rest of an artist who had given hin
such dinner but tomorrow morn
ing I'll have a chat with Monsieur o
the dishpans."
The next morning the sun rise
brightly on the Mediterranean: it
waves are silver. The yachts cours,
during the night has placed the littl,