Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-08-04
" back to yalparaiso."

SAo eyeS oeCdme instantly n8rd and
ugly. Nevertheless you're captain ali
right, just SO long as you keep the
nose of the old girl pointed the way
we want her to CO."
That is It, is it?"
Eyes. that's exactly the ticket"
I turned partially aside, glancing to
ward the wheelman. The fellow was
leaning forward over the spokes, evt
IDENTIFY deeply interested in our contro
versy and endeavoring to hear all va
had to say. Tuttle followed the direc
ton of my eyes, but with apparent in
difference.
"Oh, they all understand about it,
he remarked. carelessly. "And now !
guess maybe It's about time we gave
you the main points to chew on. Ifyou'l
step down into the charthouse, Mr.
Stephens. I'll fetch some things j
want to show you. an be along myself
In tiffy. Then I'll spin yarn thatll
cause you to come with lis willin'
enough. or else you're a dam fool"
There was nothing else to do, and ]
followed him down the bridge steps
to the main deck. The charthouse
had its single door opening aft, and
was a small. plainly built structure
painted a dingy gray, with two narrow
windows on either side, and just
enough space within to contain a
deal table, locker, and three rude
benches. sat down upon one OF
these, filed and lighted my pipe and
waited IN silence. gazing idly at the
chart pinned fiat on the table. It was
a map OF thsse waters lying off the
chilean coast, and vessels course
had been pricked upon 1t from Juan
Fernandez to Valparaiso. This did
not particularly interest me, and my
thought drifted naturally to the won.
an impatiently awaiting my return In
the cabin. What a distressing sftua
ton fol. one of Lady Darlington's birth
and refinement! And yet with what
dignity Of manner had she met the
unexpected! 1t was plain to be seen
that hers was heart of courage. not
easily broken under adversely
And how could hope to serve her!
What would this crew of hell-hounds
these merciless sea-wolves, permit me
to do! Trans-ship them upon some
passing vessel? Put into some tso
lated island port? This was scarcely
likely, for either act would involve
the danger OF an exposure they would
be little inclined to assume. I com
pretended already that 1t would be
according to their decision, and not
mine. had been plainly informed
how little my control extended over
their desires. And whittier vera we
bound? Into what strange seas? Into
what species of wild adventure? The
utter impossibility Of keeping those
two concealed below for any length Of
time was clearly evident Ship life was
far too restricted Both futile and
De Nova would naturally EXPECT to
lodge aft, and It was privilege thew
could not easily be denied. Yet what
would they say, how would they act
when they finally discovered these two
unwilling passengers aboard? What
was my duty in all the circumstances?
1t was all deep, unsolvable mystery
yet out OF Its mist constantly floated
the appealing face Of that woman
awaiting me below. could not desert
her. could not consider anything
except how might best serve her in
terests, best protect her from the con.
tamination Of this hell afloat.
Three shadows suddenly darkened
the doorway, and futile, coMpanieti
by De Nova and the big seaman named
Bill Anderson, entered. The second
officer nodded to me in genial Z III.