The daily sentinel., 1914-06-10

of Hugo Loubeqqe and his crafty manner.
mo fear; l don't underestimate Her voice
quayered.
81 mean he understands who is master of
this boat now. He attempts to give me orders,
to brlbe me to force you TO give up some papers,
to threaten me- Wetherell broke off with a
laugh, coming bit closer to her she
retreated before him +As though anyone could
force me to harm you" he leered.
what do you want?" Even as she spoke
thrill of conscious triumph surcharged her as
she realized the tremble had left her voice and
with it's departure had come again that strange
feeling of self-assurance
Wetherell halted uncertainty, held back by
her change. Then the helPleSsness of the small
tense figure crouching In the shadows, her eyes
dark pools of defiance set in face of pald
determination gave him courage and again he
moved closer. His voice hoarse now, his
great hands clasping and uncaspng.
'Want?' he repeated then with short,
barking laugh, 81 want the papers and 1 want
you"
~ don't understand" though her voice was
steady, her expression showed his meaning to be
clearer 10 her than anything else in the world.
He leaped forward clasping her about the
waist with his great arms, the right hand NOV
lips and smothering her cry OF wild alarm.
want you" he cried. II want you and
want the papers Lou6eque knows 1t, but he's
out Of the way Give the papers and
will keep them away from him. Give me the
papers"
He sprang back with low-toned oath of
echoed through the cabin. Slowly, step ut
time, inch by inch, Lucille forced the man to-
ward the door. In snothering her screams he
had freed her right arm and her tiny fist, fight
ing against his, beating at his body had encoun-
tered his revolver which she deftly abstracted
and had pressed against his chest
THE papers quite safe where they are"
she murInured sweety, the CLINT In her eyes
belying the tones. Come, captain, don't try to
take this gun away from me That would be
foolish Remember am accustomed to firearms
and that you have placed me In position where
should not hesitate to bullet Come, cap
tain, lets see how the men you have bullied like
the sight Of you now"
Wethcrel opened his lips to curse but there
was an expression of icy determination on the
girls face in the tense lines of her figure, In the
tremorless feel of the gun against him that made
him do her bidding. He told himself that II
all a joke, preposterous thing, but the feel of
the weapon continually brought him back TO the
stern reality of the predicament his carelessness
had brought him into. Only when he felt the
cabin threshold beneath his feet and knew
other step would bring him In sight of the
did he halt, the maxillary muscles swelling def
antly. Lucille laughed again, the same mrthless,
brittle laugh. emphasizing it with sharp nudge
of the gun sight.
II was a scant fifteen seconds the and
girl stood there, their eyes challenging. But the
eyes of Lucille steady, determined those of
the captain truculent, defiant Then Weth
erell finched and dropped his numerous express
sion Quickly he looked up once more and for an
instant Lucille feared she had gone too far
Then, with surly shrug, Captain Wetherel
marched across the threshold and upon the deck
before his men, while lucille felt the joy of such
a triumph as she had known before Her
plans were formulated for the next move, had
been prepared from the instant she drew the
mans own gun upon him Risky it and with
slight chance for success, but-there
chance IT sufficient
Wetherell sullenly moved before her.