The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-11-16
CHAPTER III.
Continued.

It was a perfect morning. Ligh
winds from the west filed the grfmy
sail. The sun poured rain of golC
upon the measureless expanse O.
azure sea. The old boat leaked mer
rily Vic bailed with will.
Hist your feet. to the seat rail
Miss Hatton, she commanded, eand
keep sem out Of the vet. Mind your
skirts, too. hate a choppy sea
Ever sea-sick? Wish I'd cut sod
afore we started Didn't you never
hear of that? Lori the smell of fresh
earth will bring you out of the sick
| ness slick as can be. Last year two
city chaps came to Watchhaven, and
| Jim took 'em out trawling. Oh, my!
they got deadly sick-'twas rough
and Jim brought 'em ashore fat on
their backs, and limp as rags-you'd
have said they were dying. Jim jest
laid 'em down, with their noses in the
grass, and they come to in no time.
There's nothing like knowing things"
Jacqueline was not i'll. With clear
eyes she looked out upon the blue,
rolling distance-the plunging, hiss
Ing waste of waters that stretched
before her. The wind blew in her
/, lace, full of the tang of salt. Watch
haven vanished from view. The wide
! sunlit sea seemed ever to grow wider
Jim, absorbed in the care of the boat,
paid small heed to his female COM
! panions. Vic by turns steered and
| bailed. Presently, low down on the
horizon, a black spot appeared, d.
rectly in their path.
That's Deadman's Island" said
/ Vic, nodding cheerfulIy toward it.
80 called because the French once
killed all the English settlers there
in the old wars, though some folks
say twas Dixie, Bull, the pirate, that
sacked Pemaquid, as did that slaugh-
ter. Never mind-it don't signify
now. On the marine charts the To-
cality is marked dangerous. For
weeks at a time, in bad weather,
Deadman's is cut off from all COM
munication with the mainland Then
the unfortunate creeters on it wish
themselves in Heaven
II have been told that Philip Ire
vor lives there the year around" said
Jacqueline.
$50 he does-never leaves it. It's
| got no inn, no church, no postofice,
no mackerel. Look for yourself,
miss"
Jacqueline looked and saw a high
long island, principally of igneous
rock, purple brown in color, and
splashed with black, resinous thickets
! of spruce and cedar. At one end a
cliff jutted into the sea, and over it's
bald crest sea fowl were screaming.
Southwark, on some neighboring ISL
and, the white tower of a lighthouse
was barely observable, and the bass
note of whistling buoy sounded
somewhere in the solitude.
'The landings on t'other side,''
said Vic. Now, Jim Bumpus, you
make straight for the pier, and ii
Skipper Joe halls don't you pay any
heed. .
''Ay, ay!" answered Jim. with a
| sheepish grin
| The boat rounded point which
had obstructed Jacquelines view and
/ approached stone pier at which q
small sloop. lay moored. From the
waters edge the ground arose steep.
ly to narrow plateau, strewn with a
rocky debris, like the scoria of vol.
cano. There house stood-the only
one on the island, as Jacqueline after.
ward learned, save the hut which
Skipper Joe occupied. 1t was 6
square, low structure, built of islant
stone, with walls that seemed capa
BILE of resisting battering ram. Ii
aspect it was cold, sinister, forbid
ding. A road, cut in the solid rock
wound up to its grim entrance. AL
around lay the gloomy sea and the
yet gloomier island, with its towering
crags and tiny sand beaches, and her,
and there a field of vivid green--tht
feeding ground of cattle and sheep
Philip Trevor could hardly have
found more desolate spot in which
to bury himself and his infamy. OF
Deadman's Island he certainly wa
safe from contact with anything per
tanning to former life.
"Hello-the-boat
This hail came from the stone pier
"A man, dressed in oilshins, stoo,
there, staring at the approachin
craft.
THello--the--isla answere,
Jim Bumpus.
Keep Off" shouted the man, witt
inhospitable emphasis. we've go
strangers aboard
Vic suddenly whirled her arm aloft
He's got me. Joe Raby." she an
swered. II couldn't wait for you t
come in the sloop. ! was homesicl
after this blessed island--though II
die IL didn't git back"
Jim, with a fine disregard of tn
sentinel skipper, was making straigh
for the pier.
Who's the tother one with you?
roared Joe Raby,
Just a friend of mine!" screeche
vicky. Then she added, hurriedly. t
Jacqueline, BE ready to leap out a
soon as we reach the, stair. Jim mus
take himself away afore you can b
forced back into the boat. If h
loiters minute they may make hir
carry you off again. Keep close t
me, now, and don't let on that your
scairt!"
CHAPTER Nv.
Vic scrambled up the pier and Jac