Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1910-02-24
CHAPTER xIV.-Continued.

you ugly dago! you Internal pi-
rate" he bawled.
There was no mistaking that voice,
md l now saw two legs clothed in
white duck that belonged, l was sure,
to Gillespie. My lead and shoulders
filled the window and so darkened the
room that the prisoner thought his
jailer had come back to torment MIN.
Shut up, Gillespie" l muttered.
This is Donovan. That fellow will
be back in minute. What can l do
for your"
What can you do for me-" he spiut-
tered. ooh, nothing, thanks!
wouldn't have you put yourself out
for anything in the world. It's nice in
here, and if that fellow kills me I'll
miss a great deal of the poverty and
hardship of this sinful world. But take
your time, Irishman. Being tied by
the legs like calf is bully when you
get used to it,"
In turning over, the better to level
his ironies at me, he had stirred up
the dust in the straw so that he
sneezed and coughed in ridiculous
fashion. AS did not move he added:
You come in here and cut these
strings and I'll tell you something nice
some day"
! ran round to the front door, kicked
ii open and passed through a square
room that contained a fireplace, a
camp bed, trunk, and table Uttered
with old newspapers and few books.
I found Gillespie in the adjoining
room, cut his thongs and helped him
to his feet.
where is your boat?" he demanded
con the west side"
Then we're in for a scrap. That
beggar goes down there for water; and
he'll see that there's another man on
the island. had gun when I came"
he added mournfully.
He stamped his feet and threshed
himself with his arms to restore circu-
lation, then we went iEte the larger
room, where he dug his own revolver
from the trunk and pointed to the shot
gun in the corner.
You'd better get that. This fellow
has only knife in his clothes. He'll
be back on the run when he sees your
canoe" And we heard on the instant
a man running toward the hut. l
opened the breech of the shotgun to
see whether it was loaded.
well, how do you want to handle
the situation?" l asked.
He had his eye on the window and
threw up his revolver and let go.
Your pistol makes bowling noise,
Gillespie. Please don't do that again.
The smoke is disagreeable."
You are quite right; and shooting
through glass is always unfortunate!
there's bound to be certain defec-
ton before the bullet strikes. You see
If were not a fool l should be a
philosopher"
1T isn't nice here; we'd better bolt"
I'm as hungry as a sea-serpent," he
said, watching the window. And !
am quite desperate when l miss my
tea"
l stood before the open door and he
watched the window. We were both
talking to cover our serious delibera,
tions. Our plight was not so much a
matter for testing as we wished to
make it appear to each other. / had
experienced one struggle with the
Italian at the houseboat on the Tippe
canoe and was not anxious to get
within reach of his knife again. l did
not know how he had captured Giles
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 t.
shoot unless we have to. Now, wher
say go, 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 contac
with the cabin floor, and his shirt
hung from his shoulders in ribbons.
MY stomach bids me haste; I'm go
ing to eat beefsteak two miles thicl
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 tn,
sailor landed on me with one leap.
went down with thump and cracl