Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1908-02-06

not think We kept q very good watch
on deck. Our eyes were always on the
sea. trying 10 catch sight of the damned
pirates" A moment later, he remarks
with this wind, we can make the
coast wee bit farther to the SOU"
Then do sol" commands Marina.
Make landing. II you can, nearly is
miles below here at Sagone."
Why" asked Barnes, some sur
prise in his tone.
"Sagone by its mountain path is the
nearest port to Bocognano. They dare
never convey your wife through Ajac.
clio. BY the wild mountain paths they
can take Enid to Bocognano unob.
served and unquestioned by the wood
cutters of the forest glens or the shep.
herds OF the steep pastures OF Del
Oro."
you think the seagull will be a,
Sagone?"
Il hope So" answers the girl. "Tha,
win be proof that they are taking her
to Bocognano." :
BY Barnes direction Graham imme
diateiy alters the course OF the vessel
further to the south, and they dash
down the picturesque coast of the
island. whose forest clad mountains
run to the very waters of the sea, till
they weather the point Of Cargese and
open the beautiful Gulf of Sagone, now
calm as summer lake.
Here. to the east, In the far recesses
OF the bay, is a sail cleaning white un
der the sun that has just risen over
the wooded headlands.
Barnes puts his field glasses upon 4
and for a moment thinks 1t some fish
ing craft. but the Scotch mate leavini
the wheel to seaman's hands, spring,
forward, takes long look at It; ther
borrows the Americans glasses ant
runs nimbly up the rigging to the toI
of the mast.
From his eerie post he calls excited
ly: by st. Andrew, it's the Seagull!
Can Enid be on board of herr" Il
heard In Marina's anxious voice.
Il can ne'er believe It," answer,
Graham, as he descends to the deck
''for the vessel is anchored"
For Gods sake, get us to tn,
yacht" commands the American.
But despite every exertion, for tn,
breeze has died with the rising sun, 1
Is another hour before they fan thei
way near the Seagull. Upon It's decl
is solitary man, who franticall.
screams to them: "A moi, mes amis
Rescue me! Sacre bleu, re pirat,
cochons have left me. l am Leboeut
re cook!"
take heart; we'll board We, brav
Leboeuf!" shouts Graham, and care
fully conned by the Scotch mate, tn,
fishing vessel Is run alongside of tn,
Seagull. The light swell permits then
to spring from one little craft to tn,
other, and in moment Barnes ha
assisted Marina onto the yachts deck
Here they are met by volatile ex
carnations and explanations, from
Monsieur Leboeuf. Monsieur Barnes,
he cries alphabetically, re pirate
have carried your bride away. Re,
boarded me at re moment l was plac
ing your supper on re cabin table las
evening. Zen zey gagged me till
could not speak. One-two-thre
minutes and she came on board In z
blackness. Expecting to meet you
Madame Barnes ran down into re cab
in, and zen"
Them" Barnes face is set lik
that of statue.
zen Zey locked re cabin door upol
Madame. and though she cry out, pa
no more attention to her till zey ha,
| got under way. Zen-zen-"
What next?" Burton's voice 4
hoarse.
"Aftaire Eat, zey come to me an,
say: No harm to you. Cook us
good meal and one young man, hand
some-faced, bright-eyed, well-dresse,
gallant, he gave me louis and said
Feed us well but feed US on deck. W.
are gentlemen; we do not intrude upol
lady Zen / give zem, mon Dieu. q
beautiful meal / have prepared 70
you. All, how re pirates ate it,"
CTo BE CoNTINUED.)