The Irish standard., 1909-05-01

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pie, or what mischief that amiable per.
son had been engaged in, but inquiries
touching this matter must wait
Are you ready? We don't want to
shoot unless we have to. Now, when
1 say 60. jump for the Open"
He limped little from the cramp.
ing OF his legs, but crossed over to me
cheerfully enough. His white trous.
ers were much the worse for contact
with the cabin floor. and his shirt
hung from his shoulders in ribbons.
| my stomach bids me haste: I'm 20.
Ing to eat beefsteak two miles thick
If ever get back to New York. Are
you waiting?"
We were about to spring through
the outer door, when the door at the
rear flew open with bang and the
sailor landed on me with one leap. 1
went down with thump and crack
of my head on the floor that sickened
me. The gun was under my legs. and
l remember that my dazed wits tried
to devise means for getting hold Of it.
AS my senses gradually came round I
was aware of great conflict about mo
and over me. Gillespie was engaged
in hand-to.hand struggle with the
sailor and the cabin shook with their
strife. The table went down with
crash. and Gillespie seemed to be
having the best of it; then the Italian
was afoot again, and the clenched
swaying figures crashed against the
trunk at the farther end of the room.
And there they fought in silence, save
for the scraping of their feet on the
from the smash my head had got, but
l began crawling across the floor to-
ward the struggling men. 1t was grow
ing dark, and they were knit together
against the cabin wall like a single
monstrous, swaying figure.
My stomach was giving better &C.
count of itself, and I got to my knees
yard of the wavering shadow and could
distinguish Gillespie by his white
trousers as he wrenched free and flung
the Italian away from him; and in
that instant of freedom I heard the
dull impact Of Gillespies fist in the
brute's face. As the sailor went down
l threw myself full length upon him;
but for: the moment at least he was
out of business, and before had sat
isfied myself that had firmly grasped
him. Gillespie. blowing hard, was
kneeling beside me, with a rope in his
hands.
/ II think" he painted, ri should like
/ champignon sauce with that steak.
! Donovan. And should like my. pota-
toes lyonnaise-the pungent onion is a
squirting tonic. That will do, thanks, for
the arms. Get of his legs and I'll see
what can do for them. You oughtn't
to have cut that rope. my boy. You
might have known that we we're going
to need 1t. My father taught me in
my youth never to cut string.
, want the pirates knife for souvenir.
kicked it out of his hand when you
went bumpety. bumpety. How's your
head?"
II still have It. Let's get you out
side and have look at you. You think
he didn't land with the knife?"
mot a bit Of 1t. He nearly squeezed
the life out of me two or three times,
! though. What's that"
" He gave me jab with his sticker
when he made that flying leap and I
guess I'm scratched"
/ Gillespie opened my shirt and dis
: closed scratch across my ribs down
ward from the left collar bone. The
first jab had struck the bone, but the
subsequent slash had left a nasty red
line.
Gillespie swore softly in the strange
J phrases that he affected while he
tended my injury. Ny head ached and
the nausea came back occasionally.
sat down in the grass while Gillespie
! found the sailors pail and went to
/: fetch water. He found some towels
in the hut and between his droll chaff-
ing and his def ministrations I soon
felt At again.
well, what shall we do with the
! dago?" he asked, rubbing his arms and
legs brfskly.
j 1--WE ought to give him to the village
/ constable"
hol luo INV OIL IL, OUT nOC I1c
common sense. The lords Of Justice
would demand to know all the why
! and wherefores. and the italian consul
1t Chicago would come down and make
a fuss, and the man behind the dago
| would lay low and no good would
come.
When will Holbrook be back
that's the question"
| "Well, the market has been very
feverish and my guess is that he won't
last many days. He had weakness
for 1ndustrials, as I remember, and
they've been very groggy. What he
wants Is his million from Miss Pat,
and he has own chivalrous notions Of
collecting it,
We decided finally to leave the man
free. but to take away bis boat. Giles
pie was disposed to make light Of
the whole affair. now that we had got
on with our lives. We searched the
I hat "a