The Washington herald., 1911-08-06
Chapter Thirteen
JACK FOULWEATHER.

JACK FOULWEATHER.
E.7B Ace watched" cried Abe, the hrss
W As he spoke, a rustiing was heard
aeppsd sss eag' eas Of 'as ssht sAs sinister lace
Such luck as we do haye! ex-
claimed on Oates, trying to look boldly upon SppSn
lifts get Sss someone aas ne vsPtureS "sSsr bows to
keep silent, while he said to the concealed
"Hiiioa, there! Who are youw
An intense silence followed his words,
when he repeated bis demand adding:
eff you don't show yourself, well come
up there!"
That ominous silence continued, suddenly
broken by the sharp voice Of Little Queer:
"Come, Kit; come, Rose! let's dig him
And before Abe could stop them the three
were on the top of the hay, making it fly
about their heads in a dense cloud,
In the midst Of this Vigorous and rseklGss &c less
sess and T. hay sps cyed oas: n' 'N'&sa 'ns
:, "Avass there, ys young beggars! Avast,
The speaker at the same moment began a
furious struggle against It the boys; .o,ea.
the voice Of Little Queer was heard:
"Cing TO him, Kit! Hang on, Rose, and
Then, before other boys could climb to
Ing and tumbling down the side Of the NOW,
one upon each leg and one at the head Of
man, who, with them, was covered with two
hundred weight of hay by the time they had
"Clear away fhe hay, boys!" cried Abe.
But aid was hardly needed, for in trice
the doughty captors appeared in sight with
their prisoner, who, as soon as he had gained
his feet quickly flung his assailants from
him and glowed fercely.
What dye mean by such doins? Is that
the way to treat stranger?
lie was in appearance an unprepossessing
man, little past middle life. His clothes
were sadly out Of repair. his faded trousers
Bully waist She n%e is sef
shirt, with its wide collar, was not only rag
ged, but dirty. He did not have on coat
or vest. He was also bare-headed.
What do you mean, sir, hiding in an hon
And listening to boat clubsw added OIL
protested the man. Reckon eA an old fi hulk
like me can put into port once in a dogs age
without Taa oSina parcel o, boys jumpin' onto him
"He's sailor!" broke in Abe, to the as
Constituent Of his friends. We're in luck,
boys.
companions looked on In wonder
Whats your name, strangerp
Name! Reckon I've had many in my
day, shipmates. Ones as good as another, I
gpose ! shipped on MY Last vyage as Jack
Fpulweather, an it seems the most to my
ikin' seein' / was fool 'nough to cruise inter
this part O the world"
=, "You have been on big ships, and you
know al about rowing boats" asked Abe.
.SRowin' boats2 Avast there, lad! What
fys take ole Jack Foulweather ferg'
EXCUSE me, Mr.. Foul"
Hold on there, younker! No man shall
mister pe, let erlone boy. Pm Jack to my
messm3tes, an Jack to my skipper was
Jack Yesterday, I'm Jack today an reckon
IN be Jack tomorrer. You won't fergit
thet, young man~
Excuse me, Jack! But you see we have
just started q boat club, and we want some
body to show US how to row. You will, won't
"Hev yer got boat?"
day"
"You air queer sort of chap" replied
the sailor tramp, "but likes your rig. Let
me turn in till the end o. the watch, an
then IN show you what l knows bout
From what the boys could learn of him the
man, whose every appearance told of years
OF sea lie, was sort of wandering Vaga-
bond, who had drifted into that remote dis
trlct in the same aimless way I've had roam
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