The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-06-10

ing an ease was far from feeling
 "You think favorably of my plan, hope.''
 II see no reason to refuse. if the pay Is all, right"
 ssIt win be. trust me for that. A beautiful night tkis-the air as soft as June. I was about to turn in, but de cided to take a whif on deck first.
 eRather a captains duty, is it not!''
 CT believe so, in regular service, but this is decidedly irregular The fact is, that while am the owner Of this vessel and technically in command, l am no navigator | merely give my general orders and trust the seaman ship to Herman. He is perfectly trust worthy and capable, and never inter- fere. The last voyage I doubt if was on deck twice, although. of course,''S he added soberly, Hmy word goes if I should care to exercise au- thority."
 I asked, pointing.
 "Shore lights"
 sss,rhen we are steering eastT'
 "A bit south of east. yes; odd course for Honduras, you think
 nodded, willing enough to let nm talk.
 ..swe are playing the game safe, Craig; that's all 2 he explained. both hands gripping the rail. You see, we | cleared for Santiago and are not aIlx- ious to be seen and reported py any westbound ships Tomorrow we will be hidden among the islands of the west Florida coast. Then, as soon as it is dark we will shoot out under full steam into the gulf. The chances are we'll cross the lane unobserved IF we should intercept q liner, she won't l identify us in the dark as we burn no lights By daylight we'll be we'll beyond their 1ookouts and can steer straight course.s
 iThe proximity of the man irritated me. wanted to be alone. where l. could think out some feasible scheme; ] of escape
 5s.I have had enough for tonight, l said finally, -and am going to turn s1n-''
 Best thing you can do, he coin 1 cided, but without looking toward me se1viIl follow suit as soon as smoke q cigarette See you tomorrow
 when I awoke the sun was shining throueh the glass of my porthole, and, dancing forth, caught the dazzle of the water The vessel was motion less, apparently riding at anchor, the sea barely rippIed by a gentle breeze The breakfast table was set for one, and the black steward was iolling lazily in chair. At sight of me he i got to bis feet.
 "Ah suah thought you wasn't neb- Der gofn' ter wake up, sah," he said 1 9enially, showing his teeth Ah bin waitin fer yer more'n two hours, An reckon.''
 For me- Have she others eaten then7''
 Mostly. Hah, mostly. De captain he nebber eat no breakfast He say ct ainst good fer his libber- Yaw, yaST! But de mates dey both bin down" !"
 What time is it ?" Most 10, sah.
 Has Mrs Henley breakfasted yeti I asked.
 Who, sallf''
 eThe 1ady you have on board.'' He scratched the wool on his head vigorously, glanclng behind the mast as though uncertain what he had best answer.
 'sAh suah nebber know'd dat wus her name, sah. No, sah, An nebber done suspected it. Yes, sah, she had her 1 breakfast but An reckon she didn't eat much
 You served her here at the tabIe2"
 No, sah,; in her room, sah.' his voice low: sDe captain he unlock de doah an, then leck it agin. You like sugan in your conees sah 2'' l found the after deck entirely de- serted, and there was no one visible on the bridge. Two or three sailors, the anchor watch, were forward en- gagged in some service about the cap lstan, and fellow was swa bbing the deck amidship. I heard Broussard's voice at a distance, but could not To- cate him. However, no one paid the < slightest attention to me as I stood smoking and gazing euriously around. Everything appeared peaceful enough. We were lying in a small harbor with sauntered forward toward the bridge, aiming to exchange greetings with the creole mate, BroussaFd was not a man to expect favors from, and I had hated him with the first glimpse Of his face, yet he possessed his racial characteristic of impulstve speech and was thus far more approachabIe than the gruff German first officer. Per haps If he believed me an accompIice. he might be led to talk
 tsHow you com on xe- deck, mssieur2'' he asked his eyes threatening .I thought you down below. locked in all tight and he waved an expressive hand aft.
 l CHAPTER XIII.
 Tables Turned. I IF LAUGHED, but without paying 1NSr