Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1910-02-26

with the EnglishmaA; the friendly
eyes Of Doris; the throb of sudden in
terest aroused by her presence and
as quickly lost again; the sudden
swinging of the pendulum of Fate; the
approach of De Castillo bringing unex-
pected opportunity for action and es-
cape, and those later events which had
so rapidly followed. / struck my hand
hard against the iron rail to assure
| myself / was awake, and to arouse my
dormant faculties to action.
Hold her steady as she Is, Johnson"
| 1 said, my voice tremulous from sud
den awakening. I'm going down to
recall the boats"
STEADY as she is, sir"
| In the engine room, two seamen,
each grasping a gun, leaned negligent
| ly against bull1head, while De Nova,
| bare-headed, his little black mustache
clearly outlined against the olive OF
his cheek, occupied the stool between
| them. The Kanaka firemen were out
| OF sight, but the red-faced engineer
was on his knees tinkering over a
refractory bolt with a monkey-wrench.
|
De Nova?" l questioned, quietly.
The eyes of the four men instantly
turned toward me, the engineer
Strengthening up, monkey-wrench in
hand.
"No troubles here, monsieur" and
the mate rose to his feet, his white
teeth showing. "W'ere are we now?"
"Just off the point, with the light
house dropping astern, and the swell
of the ocean under our forefoot. l am
| going to call in the boats. Have you
| plenty Of coal?"
"Bunkers all full, monsieur"
How is your steam?"
| He stepped over to the gauge, peer
! ing at it across the burly shoulder of
| the engineer, who still stood staring
| at me.
pretty near up to re danger mark,
monsieur"
"Then stand by for signals"
The engineer came to life as though
, treated to an electric shock, his fist,
still grasping the monkey-wrench,
suddenly extended, his red face pur-
ping with passion.
You damned, bloody pirate!" he
| yelled. glaring at me savegly. ITS
hung the whole lot of you will be for
keep still, you moon-faced mulatto. I'm
a free-born Briton, an I'll smash il
| the heads of some of you yet, an I'll
live to see the rest hung in chains for
the bloody pirates you are. Just wait
till you're caught, an then you won't
be GRIMM that way at an honest
man. Oh, you'll git it all right, my
fine lads. There'll be hell to pay for
this job, let me tell you. It's on
nothin' you'll be dancin' then, you
murderin' spawn o hell"
De Nova pressed the barrel of re-
volver into the mans neck, with a
stern threat and an unpleasant gleam-
ing of white teeth. The sailors re-
manned leaning on their guns, grinning
as If in enjoyment of the play.
Never min wat he say, sir" and
the mate glanced up toward me, as il
in apology. He bust out Eat way
ever fiv' minutes since we be down
here. We have club him, two, tree
time, but he stick here just re same.
an run re engine. Oui, oui, it just
re way wiz re bull-headed Englisher."
II see," l acknowledged, drawing
back, "only watch that he doesn't kink
the machinery"
/ was not in the least surprised at
discovering one of his nationality in
charge of the vessels engine room,
1 Il In
real interest in the affair, after he
once clearly comprehended the situa-
ton. while q native Chilean might be
impelled by spirit of patriotism to
cause us serious trouble. Englishmen
were very frequently met with in for
| eign engine rooms; this fellow had
1 probably been picked up because OF
better qualifications than any native
applicant; or, indeed, he might have
been a member of the original crew OF
the yacht before it was disposed OF
to the government. 1 would have 9
talk with him later; meanwhile he
was certainly in good hands; and
had enough else to attend to. The
tow-ropes came in hand over hand
and were coiled dripping on the fore
castle deck. At the end of them the
two boats emerged from out the fog
and the men tumbled in silently over
the rail. l watched from the vantage
of the bridge, as the whole crew tailed
onto the falls, distinguishing Tuttle's
nasal tones above the incessant shut
fling of feet.
| "Nor'west by nor, Johnson Sow
hold her steady, my lad"
| l pulled the signal cord, dimly dis
tinguishing the faint responsive tinkls
of the bell far beneath. Like hound
suddenly released for the chase, the
steamer sprang forward into the fos
wreaths and buried her sharp nose In
| the sea.
! (TO BE coNTINUED)