The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-30

English a perfect torrent of abuse.
Clarke watched him. ready to forestall
any attempt at violence.
You have seen what may happen
TO you" said my confrere quietly, when
there was at last a lull Now you can
make your choice of three things.
Either you will guide us willingly to
Tile des Serpents. or you will return to
state of HYPNOSIS and guide us. or else
you will be taken there in irons, and if
your master should chance to get the
better of us the last living act of mine
Will be to turn you over to him and
brand you as a traitor"
'Eet look as eef / was what you say
opp against it anyway. Say no more.
will guide you But / viii die You
all viii die. De Loup he ISIS one devil.
| hat been there once, twice, three
times in re launch. Dere ISIS many men
dere. De Loup he tell me he cut my
eyes out eef 1 ever tell de way. 1 hat
not been on re island, but I hat seen
enough. Dere ISIS no good goes on dere
But Eat iss not my business. l am pay
to watch. / Yill go, but we all will die,
and dose what dies first will be de luck
lest"
mo. We'll not die" replied Clarke
Not if I can help it. and if there is a
possible way to do il will see that you
run no risk. 1t may be you can land
us and then stand off until we signal
you. If you are true to us we will take
care of you. You've only changed en-
ployers. my good fellow, and got the
best of the bargain"
Clarke's generous tone and the
sparkle of his eye seemed to inspire a
sudden confidence in Bloc, as we
learned his name to be. A look such as
might have mantled the face of a ser
geant of the "Old Guard" when the
Little Corporal pinched his ear stole
over his features. He arose and, look
ing Clarke squarely in the eye,
grasped his hand. From the moment of
that action he was one of us. and we
had no fear but that he would play his
part, and play it well.
At last we were out on the blue
dancing waters of the gulf, beyond the
low. fiat-lying mud Jumps of the
delta.
The wind has now freshened and was
blowing almost a gale. With it the sea
rose. and looking through the green
sheets of water that dashed over our
little glass-covered cabin it did not
seem that our frail craft could live
minute. But fortunately the wind was
dead ahead and we were taking the
waves transversely, mounting them
gracefully. sliding off into the trough
and taking only the thin spray of the
crest. At last darkness fell and with it
the wind.
Before midnight we make eet" said
Bloc, who was steering by the compass.
Silently we drew on the larder for
repost consisting of whatever we could
find that needed no cooking. Then de-
er1it he 80
ceeded in making a pot of steaming hot
coffee. We were too near the unknown
to be in the mood for conversation.
About II o'clock Bloc. who was peer
ing into the darkness ahead. whispered,
"A la droit. Lille des Serpents"
I looked, and rising out of the dark
ness was black mass against the
softer shades of the shore line.
rs there a harbor?" l asked.
Yes" answered Bloc; 1T ISIS re delta
of re rivair Eat make re isle. We go
up re first mouth
Our lights We're already out and the
moon was breaking through racing
banks of clouds. At closer range and
with the better light 1 examined the
island which seemed to be about three
acres in extent. In the center rose the
square walls of what seemed to be
castle keep. If there We're windows
there were no lights to distinguish
them; only the four black walls of ma
sonry outlined against the sky. The
shore was mass of overhanging cy-
press dripping with trailing Spanish
moss. We skirted the shoreward side
of the island and were entering the
other outlet of the river when Blocs
sharp eyes discerned a break in the
tangled mass of plant life.
Look out for re snakes. messieures.
we're going in," whispered Block.
peered up at the cypress branches as
we swept under them. They were
mass of squirming, crawling life. My
veins were threads of ice No wonder
they called ii the Isle of Serpents.
Now we were past the jungle Of
swamp life and going along at half
speed between two solid walls of ma