Arizona republican., 1914-08-07
CHAPTER XXIv.

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 CHAPTER xXIv.
 Wherein Doomed Man Smiles | THROUGH the torturesome days in the open
 boat, through the agonizing nights, Hugo Loubeque had tenderly ministered to the girl. Through the days when he watched her lowering about the black borderland of Death in the house to which he had been recommended by his subordinate, the Governor of the province to which the fishing smack that rescued them bore them, his brain had fed upon thought, nourishing his body to constantly renewed life. The papers in the possession of Captain Weth- erell must be found.
 The method of their finding troubled him. He could not, powerful though he was, concen- trate sufficiently under the terrific strain upon his body to study out the best method of proce- dure. The day before he saw Lucille was out of danger, the problem was answered for him by call from the Governor of the province, in whom he recognized he had been instrumental in aiding, and who feared him greatly.
 Instantly it was all clear to him. Here was he need fear making confession to. He had found out, aboard the boat, exactly where the shipment of arms was to be made. He knew Wetherell might go hundreds of miles out of his course before the vengeful man-of-war but he also knew that the goods must be landed at the designated place before he received his pay. Likewise, Hugo Loubeque sufficiently famil- lar WlJR (nlneSe ODclalS 10 knOW UnlS one WOULD welcome the chance to show his devotion to the government interests by making such confsca- tion the international spy broached to him.
 Leaving sum of money with the nurse Ioubeque decided that when Lucille recovered she would be sufficiently we'll provided for to get word to her people and escape from this, the last of her adventures. With feeling of intense relief at knowing she could not incur his hatred further, that she had reached the end of her re- sources, he led a company of picked soldiers aboard the fighting craft provided for their transport and sailed toward the spot where the delivery to be made.
 There in a tiny islet he arrived barely day before the yacht put in with it's illicit cargo Loubeque trembed at the narrow margin by which he had reached the spot It made him doubly fierce when, from their ambuscade, he fell upon the boats with his Mongolian soldiers The skirmish lasted a scant hour, but already the spy had discovered that Wetherell the man be wanted, was not with the outfit and he began laying plans for taking the yacht
 Captain Wetherel, impatiently waiting for his men to return for second load had finally tired and bringing it ashore himself, raging at the delay he had been compelled to undergo from the chase they had led the warship and fairly wild at the dilatOriness of his first mate. His temper had soured completely after his rebuff by Lucille and the mutiny He knew exactly the terms he was on with his men, knew that this would probably be his last trip for all the crew had heard the name of Hugo Loubeque, whose power extended over thousands of men in
  to lose himself completely that he might escape the vengeance of the spys friends, when, from the shore, suddenly shot out the boat his mats had taken in, but instead of the crew he knew so well, the oars now being manned by Chinese soldiers.
 Wakened from the gloomy day dreams in which he had been indulging he tried to put back but his orders became confused and before he was well aware of what had happened, he found the side of his boat battering against that of the other, with soldiers piling recklessly upon his small crew. laying about them with sword and revolver butt.
 He caught a flash of Loubeque laying about him, saw that resistance utterly useless Swiftly his hand sought the precious bag in which were the papers he had stolen from Lucille. He drew it open hurriedly, the sealed packet of papers-which formed the major bulk of it's contents-and the diary falling at his feet He felt Loubeques eyes upon him, caught flash of the spy he sprang at him, with derisive laugh hurled the bag with the heavy packet overboard
 Without seconds hesitation, the spy was in the water after it. Wetherell fairly choked with rage as he the man he hated close his hand over the bag Then he was conscious or the diary still in the bottom of the boat and picking it up thrust it in his shirt. LOubeque was lifted back into the boat by his anxious men who, hay ing rescued their leader turned upon the cap tain to wreak vengeance for the plunge
 Wetherell scowed heavily as Hugo Loubeque brushed against him, his face smiling grimly as he looked down into the eyes Of the yacht master.
 Very foolish. Wetherell, trying to rid your self of me. Now, think the sight of you mak- ing a little jaunt up hill with swordsman behind you studying the cleanest place to take that head from your shoulders would be about as pleasant anything I'd care to look at
 Wetherell did not answer. Only. even after being bound the feel of the diary that had dropped from the bag gave him some comfort. And so despite the fact that Loubeque described exactly a scene such the captain had person ally witnessed many times in his cruising about these waters; despite the fact that he had failed in his vengeance, in his enterprise despite all these things Captain Wetherell's lips were curl ing at the corners in something strangely hke . smile.
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