The Montgomery tribune., 1910-03-25
CHAPTER xIV.-Continued.

IT would like to have talk wiz you,
Mons. Stephens" he said. quite re-
spectfully, swaying TO the wild leaps
Of the vessel. Maybe if we go to re
lee of re cabin here we1l be out of ze
win"
l followed him in silence, wondering
what could be coming now, yet ready
enough to take advantage of any op-
portunity which might present itself.
De Nova braced his back against the
rail, his cap drawn so low that l could
perceive little of his face but the gilt
ter of black eyes.
We're a little bit bozzered wat to
DO, Anderson an me-" he began, evil
aently i'll at ease and scarcely know
ing how to express himself, "an' so we
talk 1t ovaire, an decide maybe we
bettah speak wiz you about it now, be-
lore re mattaire get NOR bad, or ze
men forward catch on TO ze facts an
get ugly Maybe it come out all right
maybe not, but, by gar, it amt no
nice job to go sail bout zese seas I'M
der madman--sacre. non"
"a madman!" I echoed in amaze
ment. "Do you mean Tuttle?"
He nodded gravely. his expression
devoid of all merriment.
"'Tis re way it was. We not know
sure w'ezzer you see it zat way or no,
but, damme, Mons. Stephens, if re
fellow amt mad as re March hare. He
was re fine sailor all right-oui, 7at
was true-nobody get more out of re
Sea Queen zan he get. Sacre! he
drive re sheep hard; it make my hair,
white re way he hop on. Maybe l not
be 'fraid to take re chance of re voy-
age If 1t just be all men on board. l
aot care zen, for l risk my life wiz re
pzzers. But, monsieur, [ keep myself
to sink of re ladies down below, an
how zat fellow was gettin' more crazy
all re time. Sacre! it makes me
crazy, too. Zere's no KNOWN wat he
do wen he Eat way; he take spells
Wen maybe he murder. hear him
mutter it; see it in re mans eye. He
was much afraid of you, monsieur, an
cat is re time wen such fellows get
wat you call it?--ze dangaire."
/ stared into the mates face, barely
able to comprehend this quick justi-
dcation of my forebodings, brought SO
closely home. Tuttle was odd enough
to be sure, eccentric in both word and
action, cracked undoubtedly in mat
sers of spiritism, but that he was a
really dangerous lunatic had never
once entered my head | shivered at
sudden realization of the peril we were
In, but remained only partially con-
vinced.
What reason have you to think the
man as bad as all that"
We'll, monsieur, | watch him for
tong time; Bill. he watch him, for we
not like re way he act since we first
SAIL Maybe he be luny before zen,
nut he get worse on re voyage. Bill
an me, we talk it all ovaire, an re
mate not tell re same story re way he
Old in Valparaiso. He forget some, he
add more. BY gar, lose much my
faith in it. If zat ship show up, or re
Asland, either, l be mighty surprise.
Oui, oui! Ze man Tuttle, he crazy all
right; we know zat for sure. Do he
not talk wiz you. monsieur"
No, not lately; indeed, he has
scarcely spoken to me since our trou-
ble."
Eat was 1t; zat was wy you not |
notice Well. he talk much--w'at you
call re blue streak--to Bill an me.
Sainte Anne. how he talk! He have
new talk every day. an re notions he
speak make dog sick, by gar. Lis
Ten; ] tell some sings Iwas on watch,
wen he comes UP from re cabin; he
lot half dress, but It cold as hell" De
Soya shivered: yet he walk back an