The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-11-10

- surround our g1lI METERS. and We
amt got enough boats to protect our
selves" He looked up meaningly from
under his heavy brows and inquired.
How much longer are We going to
Stand for this?"
"What do you meant I've got mem
cut hunting for new banda"
You know what I mean" the giant
rumbled. his red eyes flaming. ''Ysu
and I can get Willis Marsfx"
Emerson shot a quick glance at FIa-
Ger. who was staring hxedly at Big
George.
'.He's got Us right enough. and it's
bound to come to q killing some dAy,
% the sooner the better" the fisher
man ran on. I'VE can get him tonight
II you say 30. Are you In on it?'
Boyd faced the window slowly, while
tie others followed him with anxious
eyes. Inside the room q deathlike ST.
lence settled.
Moreover. Mildred wayland was soon
to arrive-ths yacht was expected
daily-and she would nnd him q fall
ure. What was worse. she would dnd
that Marsh had vanquished him. She
would turn elsewhere-perhaps to the
very man who had contrived his un-
doing. At thought Of this . sort Of
desperation seemed to master him; he
began to mutter aloud.
What did you say?" queried Bait
Il said that you are right. The t1me
b close at hand for some sort Of q
reckoning" answered Boyd in . harsh.
strained voice.
'0oodw
Emerson was upon the point Of turn
ing when his eyes fell upon q picture
that made him start, then gaze more
intently. Out upon the placid waters.
abreast Of the plant. the launch In
which Cherry had departed was ap-
preaching. and 1t was loaded down
with men. Not only were they crowd
ed upon the craft itself, but trailing
behind It like the tail of a kite was q
long line Of canoes. and these Also
were peopled.
look yonderr' cried Boyd
"what?'
Cherry has got-a crew. His voice
broke. and he bolted toward the door
- Big George leaped to the window.
"1njuns"' wildly shouted the giant,
and without stopping to sta mp his feet
into his boots he rushed out barefoot
after Boyd and Fraser. Together the
three men reached the dock In time to
help Cherry up the ladder.
what does this meanT' Boyd asked
her breathlessly. "WM these fellows
work."
That's what they're here for" said
the girl After her swarmed q crowd
Of slant eyed. copper hued Aleuts
Those In the kayaks astern cast OF and
padded toward the beach
'Tve got nfty men. the. best on the
river. I tried to get more. but-there
aren't any more"
"F'ingerless" Fraser slapped himself
resoundingly upon the thigh and ex
plodec profanely. Boyd seized the
girls hands in his and wrung them.
Cherry. you're q treasurer The
memory Of his desperate resolution OF
. moment before swept over him sud
denly and bis voice trembled with q
great thankfulness.
Don't thank met" Cherry ex
claimed. 1T was more Constantine's
work than NINE"
! But I don't understand. These are
Marsh's men,"
ITO be sure. but was good to then
when they were hungry last winter
and l prevailed upon them to come
They aren't very good fishermen
They're awful lazy and they won''
work half a. hard as white men. but
it's the best could do" She laughed
: gladly. more than repaid by the look III
her companions face. Now get me
some lunch. I'm fairly starved"
Big George. when he had fully
grasped the situation. became the boss
fisherman on the instant. Before tn
others had reached the cookhouse h
was busted in laying out his crews ant
distributing his gear. The impos iblt