The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-09-10

Amt none O. my business, huh !?
Where'd yuh git box like that!
Steal It? BY cripes, I'm goin' Z have
look at that box. my hearty. IL
don't smell like honest onions
you femme BY" breathed Steve,
with murder in his heart.
Suddenly the two men closed. surg
ed back and forth, one determined TO
take and the other TO hold this mys-
/terious box. Dunkers struggled to up
hold his word; not that he really
wanted the box but to prove that he
was strong enough to take IL IL he
wanted TO. The name on the box
flashed and disappeared. IL was a
kind OF shock to him. He and Bios
som went battering against the rail.
Dunkers' grip slipped and so did Bios
SONS. TT result was that the box
was catapulted into the sea. With
an agonizing cry, Blossom leaned far
over. He saw the box oscillate for q
moment, then sink gracefully in q
zigzag course, down through the blue
waters. Fainter and fainter 1t grew,
and at last vanished.
Pm sorry, Steve: but yuh wouldn't
let me look at IT," said Dunkers, con-
tritely.
Damn you; I'm goin' Z XIII ,. f.r
that"
II became a real fight this time.
fist and foot, tooth and nail; one
mad with the lust to kill and the 9TH
er desperately intent on living. 1t
was one OF those contests In which
honor and fair play have no part. But
for the timely arrival OF the captain
and some OF the crew Dunkers would
have been badly injured. perhaps IA
tally. They hauled back Blossom.
roaring out his oaths at the top OF his
lungs. II took half an hours arguing
to calm him down. Then the captain
demanded TO know what 1t was all
about. And blubbering, Steve told
him.
six hundred feet of water, II I've
got my reckoning right. The anchor
lies In so feet, but the starboard side
drops sheer 600. You swabi Why
didn't you bring the box to me? A
man has a right to what he finds. I'd
have taken care of IL for you till we
got back to port. I know: you we're
greedy; you thought | might want to
stick my fist into your treasure. And
you'll never find II In 600 feet of wa
ter and tangled, porous coral. That's
what you get for being blamed hog.
As for you" and the captain turned
to Dunkers, "get your dunnage and
your pay and hunt for another boat
back. I won't have no murder on
board Captain Manners And the
sooner you go. the better"
"I'll 60, SIR" said Dunkers, readily
enough. Had the misfortune happen
ed TO him and had Blossom been the
aggressor, he would want his life He
understood. Like the valet In "Oli-
vette,' II was the time for disappear
ing.
San keep out o. my way. I'll git y
yet" growled Blossom.
Keep your mouth shut" said the
mate. COR I'll have you put in irons,
you pigl"
"All right, sir. I've said all I'm
goin' t say tday;" and Blossom
strobe of.
What was the box like?" asked
the captain OF Dunkers.
Chinese contraption, sir; least
wise II looked that way to me. Didn't
look as II It'd been in tn water long,
slT. OOIutlHn lOst ONeTDOdTO Dy some
private yacht, Z my thinkin'. I'll keep
out o. Stoves way, I'll lay low on
shore, sir"
And though Steve made a perfect
range OF the spot, he never came back
to find the mysterious box. never saw
the ellison house back home, nor did
he ever see Dunkers again. On the
voyage home he brooded continually.
and was frequently found blubbering:
and one night he skipped his watch
and went to Davy Jones' locker.
Dunkers had not told about the
name he had seen on the box; and
Blossom had not thought to. The
name Hargreave had instantly
brought back to Dunkers' mind the
newspaper stories he had recently
read. There was no doubt In the
world that this box belonged to the
missing millionaire, who had drawn
a million from his banks and vanish
ed; and, moreover, there was no
doubt in Dunkers' mind that this mil
lion lay In the Bahaman waters. II
had been drawn up from the bottom