Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-06

sport. ne Sdlu WIFI q lduSH III WHICH lHc
doctor joined. Doctor you hear, you've
take you to the Spanish Manor to Davy
Jones locker! Here's one more toast to the
cruise Wish you were going with u.s.
| went on deck to have the launch manned.
The lightning was playing freely now, and
the rigging was singing overhead. Go with
the launch, Mr.. Brophy,' | said. You II
have to make a running berth coming back.
The anchors due to come up right away.
AS | turned, the lightning flashed again in
the north. | caught Brophy by the arm.
The men were too sharp for you" | said.
Il knew | heard boat. There she goes
near the beach," pointed her out by the
lightning flash. skiff, with two men at the
oars. I'll find out about this when we get
clear" | sang out
F1Shermen, most like, SAID BrOphy.
"They never touched us"
Here's your passenger told him short
", as the doctor came on deck with Mr.. Lar
rabee The visitor was half-seas over; but
my owner showed clean run. They shouted
their goodbys against the rising wind, and
the launch put off, to return in few min
utes, running under the yachts counter as
we slid seaward. The davits were barely
swung inboard before we got the hurricane.
THANK God we had fifty square miles to
take it in, with the screw racing out of
water half the time! Down in the engine
room McKittrick preached a little sermon
on the handling of engines in hurricane.
with object lessons, while l kept ringing for
more headwav. and a little more. "Will
make heauway GU. .,-e,---- ,ly?" he
my compliments and ask it please to push
on the propeller will you? The shafts
sayn' goodby to the thrust block"
On my way to my watch below, stopped
and looked in at the saloon door. My owner
and the inventor were there.
Mr.. Larrabee was walking up and down.
I have no doubt Mr.. Belden's deliberate
way made him restless, and he raped out
an oath. Then he saw me and called me in.
Spanish Dicks cutting up rough" he
said Il hadn't reckoned with this. But
he'll show us before I'm through with him!
If he won't take his share of the gold with
the rest of us, he'll be glad to save his wrin-
killed. hide; for I'll fay him alive!"
Mr.. Belden raised his voice then, the first
time had ever seen him excited. mo more
said, for all the world like preacher heard
once. You know how abhor such scenes
as happened this afternoon. will not be a
party to"
ITO the deuce with your scruples!"
roared my owner, forgetting my presence.
1.-The old cutthroat's the only man in the
world who knows where the treasure lies.
Would you balk at giving him foretaste of
hades, if he tried to cheat your paupers out
of their fortunes?"
l missed the drift of this last until the in
ventor said, MIR Larrabee, l wish nothing
better than to carry out my ideas of aiding
the poor; but will not be party to vio-
lence. Our experiments with my telescope
have proved that it will locate the treasure
when"
"Yes-when, when!" Knocked Mr.. Lar
rabee, and that was the only sign of his
liquor. when the old fiend shows us which
one of million inlets she lies in, and not be-
fore You leave him to NELL make him
talk in the next three days."
7 WAS turning away, when above the wind
1 | heard hubbub on deck. Half min
ute later scared steward ducked by, shout
ing some foolishness. | ran up, and found
Brophy laying into the watch with his tongue.
One man in especial he named for cowardly
swab; that was Swenson, a Norwegian, a
good seaman.
I'm done for!" howled Swenson, grovel-
ing on the deck. In the lightning flashes his
face was nasty white. 1T pointed right
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