Bisbee daily review., 1914-11-13
CstyriEht, 1913, ky fbs MeCinrs PubleatioH', Inc.
 CsbyriEht, I0If, by Mary RSbery FjHeharf.

justified in filling us with lead or put ting us in straitjackets.'
 But l had discovered something.
 Mac" l said. some one has been at this boat within the last few minutes"
 "Why!
 "Take your revolver and watch the 1eck "One of the barecas"-
 What's that?'
 "One of the water barrels has been upset, and the plug is out. It is leak. ing into the boat It is leaking fast, and there's only a gallon or so in the bottom. Give me the light"
 The contents Of the boat revealed the truth of what I had said. The boat was in confusion. Its cover had been thrown back, and tins of biscuit bail CTS, boathooks and extra rowlocks were jumbled together in confusion. The barecas lay on its side, and Its plug had been either knocked or drawn out
 McWhirter was for turning to in- spect the boat. but ] ordered him stern- ly to watch the deck. He was inclined to laugh at my caution, which. he claimed, was a quality in me he had not suspected. He lounged ageinst the rail near me and in spite of his chan kept a keen enough lookout.
 The barecas of water were lashed amidships. In the bow and stern were small air tight compartments and in the stern was also a small locker from which the biscuit tins had been taken I was about to abandon my search when ] saw something gleaming in the locker and reached in and drew it out It appeared to be an ordinary white sheet, but its presence there was curl- Ous. l turned the light on. It was covered with dark brown stains.
 Even now the memory of that sheet turns me i'll. l shook it out, and Mac at my exclamation came to me. It was not a sheet at all-that is. not a whole one. It was a circular piece of white cloth, on witch in black were curious marks, a six pointed star pre- dominating. There were others-a crescent, a crude attempt to draw what might be either a dog or a lamb and a cross. From edge to edge it was smeared with blood.
 Of what followed just after both McWhirter and l are vague There seemed to be simultaneously a yell of fury from the rigging overhead and the crash of falling body on the deck near us. Then we were closing with kicking, biting, screaming thing that bore me to the ground. extinguishing the little electric fash and that. rising suddenly from under me, had Me. Whirter in the air and almost over board before l caught him. So dazed were we by the onslaught that the thing-whateyer 1t was-could have es- capped and left us none the wiser. But. although it eluded us in the darkness, it did not leave. It was there, whim- pering to itself, searching for some thing-the sheet. As I steadied Mac it passed me. l caught at 1t. Immedi. ately the struggle began all over again. But this time we had the advantage and kept it. After a battle that seem. cd to last an night, and that was ac. tually fought all over that part of the deck, we held the creature subdued and Mac, getting hand free, struck a match.
 It was Charlie Jones.
 That, after an, is the story. Jones was madman, a homicidal maniac of the worst type. Always a mad man, the homicidal element of his dis ease was recurrent and of curious nature. He thought himself a priest of heaven, appointed to make ghastly sacrifices at certain signals from or high. The signals l an not sure Of be turned taciturn after his captur, and would not talk. l am inclined t, think that n shooting star, perhaps fl a particular quarter of the heavens