Evening star., 1912-11-10

with a beltful of cartridges, each carrying a
heavy revolver, each scowling wickedly, were
marching up to Smelling.
HANDS up!" said Quincy sternly. up
- with EN- and go back to the other end
of the boat"
Involuntarily, it seemed, the second mate
obeyed. Up went his hands over his head.
Then, remembering that he was second
mate he answered, whats this? Mutiny.
Put them guns down.
Quincy's gun spat out a red tongue, and
Snellings cap left his head.
Next time III aim lower" said Quincy.
Right about face! March,"
Smelling was impressed. With his hands
aloft he wheeled and preceded them to the
poop steps, up which he climbed.
But Billings had noticed and acted.
With a shout down the companion to the
Captain, he whipped out pocket revolver
and hurried forward in the alley to meet the
procession. But he did not use that revolver
Benson took quick aim and fired, and coinci-
dent with the report the nickel-plated
weapon left his hand, whirling high in air
before falling overheard. Billings whinnled
in pain, and, rubbing his benumbed hand,
backed aft before the advancing Smelling.
Then, up the companion on run, came
the Captain, fat cigar in his mouth and a
look of wonder and astonishrnent on his face.
Benson and Quincy were now in the alley,
and again a pistol spoke ,-Quincy's, this
time,-and the fat cigar left the Captain
mouth in two pieces.
Hands up, all three of you," yelled
Quincy "or We'll shoot to kill! Found out,
haven't you, that we can shoot-some:
That's our trade. Up with your hands!'
Both Captain and mate raised their hands;
but the former protested.
"This is mutiny, you scoundrels! D'you
know the penalty? Ten years."
at won't be ten minutes, answered
Quincy. "Call it what you like, mutlny,
burglary, or pistol practice. But III tell you
what it sure will be, if you don't come to
time. It'll be a pig killing, and justifiable
thing about law, and I've got you for alb
duction A man abducted has a right to
defend himself, and III kill you if you don't
head this boat for land and put US ashore.
"Yes," added Benson, "and We'll take our
prisoner with US too!"
"Sure," said Quincy. "Bil Rogers goes
too. Come, now, what do you say!'
Il say, by Gawd," roared the Captain, red
| in the face with rage and the strain on his
muscles, "that l won't! If this ship goes
back, you II take her back yourself, with me
| and my mates under duress It's ruinous to
agree to such a proposition. I'd lose this
ship and never get another
"Very well,' said Quincy quietly. "Then
we'll put you fellows under arrest. And if
you resist we'll shoot you to pieces. Rogers,
he turned to the smiling helmsman, "can you
steer this boat back to the United States?"
a can t find New York, answered Rogers;
"but the United States is due west
"Can you steer due west?"
eyes; but the yards must be braced.
! The wind is hauling to the north, and we
could make a fair wind of it.
"Can you attend to tfis-bracing of the
yards?"
"Yes I've been second mate
"Right, Benson, go through them all and
take away their guns, if they have any!"
| Then he raised his voice and called forward
| to the men, who had stopped work and were
watching curiously the strange scene on the
poop Zone of you fellows get piece Of
small rope or cord. Bring it up here and tie
these fellows hands behind their backs
While Benson searched the pockets of the
trio-hnding no weapons, however, man
had secured ball of spun yarn from the
booby hatch and ran up the poop steps with
| it. Then, under the influence of those long,
blue tubes, the Captain and the two mates lay
down on their faces, while the sailor securely
bound their wrists behind them.
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