Willmar tribune., 1908-02-05
CHAPTER iV.-Continued.

cook on the yacht-a Frenchman-is sus-
pected of completely in the plot
CHAPTER iV.-continued.
'You can wager your grog money,
Barnes, you'd be happier if you'd
spliced before taking this cruise" o0-
serves Anstruther, sotto voce to his
friend. You'd have 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 a 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, eh? When you get 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 sighs.
The boat has now returned, and as
the lnen 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"
This revives in Barnes mind EN-.
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 das.
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, 81
was meditating on our French cook"
CHAPTER v.
"For the Love of Heaven Don't Kill
the Cook!"
10 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
lily.
"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's
comment, IF the fellow had given US
lob-scouse, plum-duff, roast beef and
dishes plain Johnny Bull cook would
have been apt to concoct. l don't pro-
pose to blindly trust anyone with for
eign associations. They may be all
right, and they may not. So I'm going
to investigate this fellow"
IF you find anything suspicious
about him. replies Anstruther, grimly,
''Pll put him ashore if he can make
salt horse taste like broiled chicken"
Acting on this, by a few deft ques-
tions to the members of the watch on
deck, Barnes discovers that the nauti-
cal chefs name is Felix Leboeuf.
"That's as twang it, remarks Gillie,
who is standing at the wheel giving
him the information. "Coswhite, Mr..
oroincnn'c rnUn1Gr onnly
with him to the auld country, and this
chiel only come aboard to-day to take
his place j. the galley"
Hum, new arrival?"
AYE, sir, and the men dinna like
him DER muckle. Thae loon puts gar.
lie tn lob-scouse."
At this Barnes laughs slightly, strolls
forward and takes a look. into the
cooks galley. The fires are out and
the regular snoring that issues from it
shows the Frenchman is asleep upon
his cook chest. Il don't think III tro,l-
BILE him tonight" sleepily thinks the
American, hesitating to disturb the
rest of an artist who had given him
such dinner, but tomorrow morn
ing I'll have a chat with Monsieur of
the dishpans."
The next morning the sun rises
brightly on the Mediterranean: its
waves are silver. The yachts course
during the night has placed the little
pleasure craft we'll out upon the open
sea, Corsica to the southeast of her
Apparently, the nights rest has in.
creased the ladies' vivacity and the
certainty of no danger being near them
has improved their spirits.
Everybody hungry, hope!" cries
Barnes cheerfully, Notwithstanding his
greeting from his fiancee has been
rather formal as they sit down to a
delightful breakfast sent III by the
artist of the galley and served by the
Scotch steward.
Apparently the pleasant meal pro-
duces almost frivolity in Miss An
styuther: she cries enthusiastically
"And coffee with the aroma of Mocha