The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1910-02-11

said, quietly, facing the Yankee. and
and desire to speak with you alone
His glinting eyes narrowed per-
ceptibly, and his jaws crunched down
upon the tobacco in his cheek.
Ills safe enough with him." he &C.
knowledged rather ungraciously, his
voice becoming nasal as he pointed his
chin-beard toward the other. de
Nova is second officer"
| drew back the chair and sat down,
realizing that | now possessed the at
tention of both.
Il have been appointed to assume
Capt. Castelar's duties,' | announced
quietly. DO either of you care to ex-
anime my papers,"
futile spat silently into the saw
dust, while De Nova exhibited his
white teeth in a grin. The eyes of the
two men met.
Il rather guess your papers won't
cut much ice in this yere affair" re-
turned the former with deliberate in
science, being as how we don't either
~ uo SlSc q tiIlhCl . Gill lSI IcIu, IL
if you'll pardon my sayin' so plainly"
His mask had disappeared as by
magic, and I realized instantly the
real nature of the man.
You mean no enlistment has been
made, either by you, or the men under
you?'
That's just about the size of it,
mister his tone full of u~nconcealed
contempt. his leg flung once again
over the arm of the chair. I'VE agreed
to do this n particular job fer a GER
tain consideration, but we're none of
us Peruvian sailor-men, and conse-
quently don't give a hang for your
papers. Amt that about it, De Nova?"
The creole nodded, still smiling
pleasantly. the blue smoke curling
lazily up from the end of his cigarette.
Evidently the two were actively en-
gagged in taking my measure, and this
was to be a case of man against man,
rather than the exercise of any dele
gated authority. l might as we'll throw
my commission into the fire for any
real value it possessed here. All
right; l had net and attended to their
kind before.
Il am delighted to understand the
situation SO clearly and quickly" l
said, sharply, throwing a note of au-
thority into my voice and manner 1T
simplifies my task. Now listen to
me, Mr.. Tuttle," giving him his formal
title, land you likewise, De Nova. l
probably care as little for those pa
pers as either of you, but, neverthe-
less, l am in command. Do you both
clearly comprehend that?-I am in
command! 1t will be just as well for
you not to attempt any horse-play. l
am no dago sea-officer, but a North
American sailor, and l didn't come
crawling into my first ship through a
cabin window. I've tanned mutinous
crews before now, and when I'm up
against sea-scum l can hit as hard as
the next fellow. If either of you de-
sire to test my qualities as a bucko-
mate, I'm here to accommodate you"
Neither answered. but l read their
conclusion in their eyes.
That's all l need to say now"
went on. It's up to you to fish or cut
bait. You fellows have nothing to
gain by opposing me, and l hope you
possess sense enough to know it. De
Nova, where have l ever met you be-
fore?"
The creole's face instantly bright
again, his white teeth cleaning
under the black mustache.
so monsieur remember he lisped
gently, leaning forward on the table.
Il thought maybe you forget altogeth-
bout Eat time. But l know you at
once we you come in. 1t make me
laugh to see zis Yankee try bait you
like you was a dago steamboater. Bah,
l know you all right for sailor-man;
| know you do business"
But l am unable to place you"
NO, not yet; maybe you will wen
| say more" He spoke rapidly, ges-
ticulating with excitement. 1T was a
little ship off Hatteras; re storm Ave
days, an all wreck. It was a steamer,
wife, wiss red stacks, Eat took off re
an it was hell of a job. Eat was
story, monsieur; l was mate of re
knew him then instantly, my mem
DRY plcturing anew the cold, gray
dawn, the green, angry seas, the help
less, sodden hulk heaving sickeningly
to its death, and those water-drenched
forms we hauled over the sinking rail
INTO our tossing boat. | held forth
my hand, and his brown fingers, hard
iron, closed over it in a grip to be
felt.
Sure. it's N back, mate" / said.
l rather guess l al count on YOU"
His dark eyes met mine in frank
honesty.
running arms for the Cuban revo-
lutionists then, weren't you?" l asked,
What SINGER"
He shrugged his shoulders. glancing