The Washington herald., 1914-08-30

What's up?
Nothing says he, only if
we're going to be pirates, let's be
regular good ones. She's a host
age"
when she saw Hannibal she
acted up so bad we shut him in
cabin locker, where he raised a ter
rible row.
Nineteen year old hostages,
handsome, is complicating, and I
could see that she had Doc going;
he was ready to quit buccaneering
and hunt missionary. She was a
Jonah, too, for we hadn't gone ten
miles when the feed pump broke
and we anchored. 1t was dark
when l got fixed, and we turned
to for supper. Hostage didn't rel
ish her grub somehow, though we
opened every can we could find.
We were still at it when some
thing struck US amidships. and a
swarm Of feet battered on the deck.'
The girl screamed, and we dove
out the door into the arms of the
male population. A little fat halt.
breed directed the obsequies, evil
IDENTIFY the trader, for he clamped
onto the girl, while we two holy
stoned the deck under a cord of
Esklmos. Peters is a hairy man,
prightly of movement under ex-
Icitements, while l am passable in a
rough-house, and we kept the tribe
engaged for some time. We boiled
around fine and exhilarating till I
got clout with a stick, and tanned
down, trying to stay awake. Doc
was entombed under a pyramid of
niggery-looking barbarians till he
couldn't bat an eye.
I'm the midst of it Cleopatra
shufled out, with warnings and
expectancy in her face, looking for
affection. The roar of the fat
mans musket nearly busted nv
ears, and she rose up biting at her
breast, with a poor pitiful groan,
then laid down and died like a
Christian. Peters mountain of
black men got eruptive, and pieces
of beautiful English came out, but
they kicked and squashed till the
swear words went out Of him with
a wheeze.
We were wound up like tops
and set against the cabin, while the
trader threw Russian at us like
broken crockery. He was in an
ecstasy Of indecision which route
to book US, fire, sword, or water.
PIRACY amt so much of a
sport. after all saws Pericles.
1t won't ever get real popular
with the masses, saws I. Can't
these Indians take a Joke"
. They unloaded our cargo into
big 'Oomiaks' alongside. and now
and then Fatty spit at US. Oh, he
was a stubborn one. most nurseful
OF his indignities! When it was all
overheard he coughed some busted
langwidge at them, and they lashed
us to the anchor.
Look here wells Doc, YOU
wouldn't drown us! That's muir
DER
The trader punted at his short
ribs, grinning most terrible.
We're caught with the goods,
Doc says l, and he's going to
moor us to this thing all right.
Wen be bell-bouys for the Goldfish.
Can't YOU think Of some excuse? I
could feel the jelIy-hsh and sea-
urchins nesting on my person al
ready.
Peters began some ventriio-
qmsms. He threw his voice inside
the cabin, and they chased it, then.
out again, switching all around
them, keen on the scent.
Its no 60, says he, as we
heard the fat man slamming the
cabin lockers, he's stuck to find it,
Then the air split with a Russian
yell, and the crashing OF dishes. 1t
sounded like a Saturday night sur
vival OF the fttest at Billy the
Mugs, and the. little fat man bust
ed out into the torch light, ashy
and glaring. He gurgled and
struck at the thing clinging to his
shoulders. Hannibal had a lovers
knot on his apple, and / saw hair
floating off in puffs while he snap
ped his shiny teeth, biting and
screaming.
Men went over the side in a
wave. Some few hit the boats, andt
there was much splashing. The
half-breed hurdled the railing, and
as he Topped among the furs the
rest trampled each other in avoid
ing him. Hannibal was back on the
Oulwarks, raging up and down, his
hair on end, and full of ginger.
Amt he four-time winner?
wells Peters. as the canoes went