Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1911-02-03

Newfoundland you fall dead. With
your face to the wall. Yes"
The admiral called sudden order
to his crew. The 1.-THE, silent CaribB
made fast the sheets they held ana
slipped down the hatchway into the
hold Of the sloop. When the last one
had disappeared, Don Sabas. like
big, brown leopard, leaped, closed and
| fastened the hatch, and stood. smiling
No rifles. IL you please. dear ad-
miral. 1t was a whimsey of mine
once to compile q dictionary of the
Carib lengua. So l understood your
order. Perhaps you will now"
He cut short his words, for he
heard a sharp swish" of iron scra-
ping along tin. The admiral had
drawn his cutlass, and was darting
upon him. The blade descended, and
1t was only by a show of surprising
| agility that the large man escaped.
with only a bruised shoulder, the
glancing weapon. He was drawing
his pistol as he sprang. and, the next
instant he shot the admiral down.
Don Sabas stopped over him and
rose again.
En- ell corazon," he said, briefly.
"Senores, the navy is abolished"
Colonel Rafael sprang to the helm;
the other officer FASTENED to loose the
nainsail sheets. Tho boom swung
round; Ell Nacional described a fluent
curve and began to talk industriously
for the Salvador.
Strike that flag senor," called
Colonel Rafael Our friends on the
steamer will wonder shy we are sail
ing under It."
We'll said" cried Ton Sabas. Ad,
vancing to the mast, he lowered the
flag to the deck where lay its too 10y
al supporter. Thus ended the minis
ter of wars little piece of after-dinner
drollery, and by the same hand that
began 1t.
Suddenly Don Sabas gave a great
cry of joy, and ran down the slanting
deck to the side OF Colonel Rafael
Across his arm he carried the flag
of the extinguished navy.
"Mire! mire! senior All, Dios! AL
ready can hear that great bear OF an
Oestrelcher shout: 'Du hast mein herr
gebrochen' Mire! OF my friends,
Herr Grunitz of Vienna, you have
heard me relate. That man has trav-
eled to Ceylon for an orchid-to Pat
agonia for a head-dress-to Benares
for slipper-to Mozambique for a
spearhead to add to his famous col
lections. Thou knowest, also, amigo
Rafael, that l have been a gatherer
of curios. My collection of battle
flags Of the worlds navies was the
most complete in existence until last
year. Then Herr Grunitz secured
two, oh, SO rare specimens. One OF
Barbary state, and one of the Maka-
rooroos, tribe on the west coast of
Africa. ! have not those, but they can
be procured. But this flag, senior
do you know what 1t is? Name of
God! do you know? See that red
cross upon the blue and white groundl
You never saw it before? Segura-
mento no. 1t is the marine flag of
your country. Mire! THIS rotten tub
we stand upon is its navy-that dead
cockatoo lying there was its COM
mander-that stroke of cutlass and
single pistol shot a sea battle. All q
piece Of absurd foolery, grant you
but authentic. There has never been
another flag like this, and there never
will be another. No. It is unique in
the whole world. Yes. Think of what
that means to collector OF flags! Do
you know, colonel milo, how many
golden crowns Herr Grunitz would
give for this flag? Ten thousand, like
ly. Well, hundred thousand would
not buy it. Beautiful flag! Little
devil Of most heavenborn fiagl
O-he! old grumbler beyond the ocean.
Wait till Don Sabas comes again to
the Koenlgin strasse He will let you
kneel and touch the folds OF 1t with
one finger. O-hei old specialized ran.
sacker of the world"
Forgotten was the impotent revo
luton, the danger, the loss, the gall
of defeat. Possessed solely by the in
ordinate and unparalleled passion Of
the collector, he strobe up and down
the little deck, clasping to his breast
with one hand the paragon of flag
He snapped his fingers triumphantly
toward the east. He shouted the |
paean to his prize in trumpet tones,
hear.
They were waiting on the Salvador, |
to welcome them. The sloop came |
close alongside the steamer where |
her sides were sliced almost to the |
lower deck for the loading of fruit.
The sailors of the Salvador grappled I
and held her there.
Captain Mcleod leaned over the
side
Well. senior. the Jig is up. I'm
told"
THE Jig is up?" Zen Sabas looked I
perp1exed for a moment THAT revo-
lution-ah-si." With a shrug of his
shoulder he dismissed the matter.
The captain learned of the ESCAPE
and the imprisoned crew.
"Caribs?" he said mo harm in
them" He slipped down Into the
sloop and kicked loose the hasp of the
hatch. The black fellows came tumb
ling up. sweating but grinning.
"Heyi black boyst" said the cantafn |