Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-04-03

mo" said Miss Dubbs.
Captain Kettles boot shot out and
crashed into the kaid's ribs with a
regular Cape Horns mates kick.
"Lie to me. you swine, and I'll stove
In every slat in your body. Where
are their rooms?"
Below. suppose they would call
1t in the basement. They got trouble
some, and had to put them some
where where they couldn't create a
disturbance. 1t was for their own
good. II my people here had gath
cred that Chesterman was shouting
threats and insults at me, they'd
have killed him and his sister out Of
hand. can't get them to under
stand that I'm looked upon as a holy
man, and the people here would con-
slider 1t mere act Of piety to knock
on the head anybody that annoyed
me-"
holy man! You! I'll handle you
before your people in way
wouldn't handle yellow dog, II you
give me trouble. Let me see IL you
are armed. The little sailor ran a
skilled hand over the kaid's cloth
ing Apparently not Left your Hop
kins Allen in the next room before
you came along here to insult a de-
fenseless lady, through fear, I sup
pose, that she'd pull it and use 1t on
you? Well, I've that gun in my
pocket. and another to match 1t. Miss
Dubbs, my dear, might l trouble you
to carry this Winchester rife? If
anybody annoys you, If you'll kindly
place this small end up against their
clothes, and pull this trigger here,
I'll be obliged to you. And now, Mr..
Bergash, on to your feet Smartly
there! Attention.! You are to stand
exactly still till you are given my
permission to move"
"If YOU want the GIRL" said the
kaid, "and she wants you, take her
and CO." ~
Say sir when you address me,
and don't speak until you're spoken
to- BY James, you've got to learn
respect and you'll find the lessons
rough il / have to give them to you.
Don't slouch like that! Stand erect,
YOU swine. Heels together, and clasp
your hands behind the back of your
neck. Now, then, you're to lead,
when give the word, to the place
where Sir George and Miss Violet
are Jailed. If there are any unpleas-
ant incidents by the way, you can
rest assured that they will end ia
tally for you. I shan't shoot you
dead. / shall plug you through the
just-there-d'you feel? And
IL that won't make you run straight,
I'll attend to you some more. Tn
derstand7"
Eyes, sir"
"Are the passages to this strong
room lighted?"
"They are"
Captain Kettles foot shot out
"They are-what?"
"They are, sir"
you're improving. Now let me
warn YOU not to get tempted to slip
off into any nice, quiet, gloomy cor
ner. I've eyes like a cat for the
dark, and I'll shoot you, if you t4
that or any other game, before you
have time to think. Quite under
Btand?"
"Yes, SIR"
There's just one thing more. If
you meet any OF your friends on the
way and the nature of the procession
isn't clear to them, l leave you to
make the necessary explanations. And
look here, my lad, maybe you have
not heard me talk in the tongues oi
this part of the world, but Pm q
seafaring officer, and / can tell you
I've a working knowledge of more
languages than you ever heard Of
Got that?"
"Yes, sir"
"Then quick march! Miss Dubbs
ask your pardon for walking II
front Of you, but for the moment il
seems necessary. You needn't carry
your finger on that trigger while
you're walking. Rest it on the trig
ger guard-yes, like that-and theI
1t will slip handily on to the place
when it's wanted. That rife pulls
off trifie easily. Go steady Ber
cash This is the rogue's goose-stel
you're giving us, not a foot-race.
Mahommed Bergash, Cambridg
graduate, kaid of the Western Atla
Berbers, and saint of the stock o
the prophet, was cowed Up till nov
he had seen in Captain Kettle tn
somewhat acid shipmaster and tn
creature of a whimsical owner; bu
of sudden he recognized in hin
the incarnation Of energy; and,
needs be, tragedy.
He fully grasped that Kettle would
II occasion demanded it, shoot hin
with as little compunction as he, Sic
Mahommed Bergash, would order tn
, extinction of an inconvenient tribes
man; and, in spite of himself, h
was mastered.
The kaid was no coward. In o.
. dinary tribal fighting with the Nj
' roccan Moors he had stared death l
the face a dozen times before, will