New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-01-11

aWhv. Sir" he began ~Yes, Sir ran
out to-to get Ia plug o tobacco.
No sooner was this clumsy he out than
he knew it would never stand.
@Tobaccol And / ran right aboard.
You uncomfortable little liar, You left tins
pier to phone to the Red Stacks. That
what you did,
con" said Danny weakly, and grasplng
AZ last that it was ne, not Long, whom the
General manager had been pursuing.
I'm sure ne wouldn't do anything Ike
that" put in Long, his usually ford face
shot with the palcncss Of death.
"You don't know what happened, Long.
George SAYS YOU were aboard the Dread
nought and asleep. Isnt that right, i
"That's right, said Danny swiftly, ana
cutting the answer out Of the other boy
mouth. Herewith Warren leyelcd his guns
upon him again.
has been selling MS out. Get out OF here
Never put foot on this pier or on a Black
Stack again! Get
Danny put his arms out before him de-
fensively. g..
Get out Of hcrc~ and then he called bin
what had cost the Sea Lions boy beating
The little fellows cap fell from his grasp,
Gfl0 INC llIltnLg vi liDll ni'iiiN't ~ N''"
form. For a second he stood looking up at
Warren with a fearful, haunting challenge
in his ewes It was 4 blow 10 which the gen
craI manager had no counter. Joel Warren,
who had never been afraid Of any man, was
no. TO forget that look all the rest Of his days
Suddenly relaxing, Danny stopped, picked
M his cap. and walked out Of the Office, and
Bob Long weakly let him 60.
A s the boy cleared the pier gate he took
n to his heels and ran blindly. His one
thought was TO get away far away and
alone somewhere with his hurt. His was
the instinct that sends wild animals seeking
caves and lairs TO lick their wounds. But
presently his breath grew short, and con-
seriousness Of things outside himself made
him stop and look up. He was at the doors
Of Saint Marvs. the rambling brick hospital
on Rincon Hill, where most OF the port sea
manned and sick find harbor. Here was sur
cease. Deep Water was there. Croghan
would listen to him. he would stralghtcn
out things; he would understand.
But even as the thought formed Danny
drew back. 81 couldn't lie to him. he
sobbed aloud. AN | can't be- won't be
a squcaler!" and turning, he fled like the
wind back toward the waterfront, not seeing
or hearing Margaret Mason, who was just
leaving the hospital and stood on the steps
and called after him. Nor did he know that
Sister Mary Vincent, who kept ward Of the
hospitals doors that day, and 70 whom
hearts in pain were as open books, sent a
prayer from the depths of her soul following
his speeding feet.
That afternoon Warren told Deep Water
what had happened overnight and during
the morning. With a mighty curse Croghan
sat ND in bed. and in language that only he
would have dared use to the general man
ager told him that Danny would no more
have betrayed the Black Stack Company
than he would. And when, under swearing
Of eternal secrecy, he had told Warren what
Danny had done out Of loyalty for the
widow of Gus the Dane, a great hcavlneSs
entered the general managers heart.
"Find him and send him to me, Joel, or
I'll never forgive YOU" was Croghan's part
ing Injunction TO the general manager; but
no word, no trace, Of the lad was to be had.
TT was near the end Of October before Deep
Water left Saint AIarys, and all this while
Bob Long had kept away from him. Where
Others had failed in finding trace Of Danny,
Croghan succeeded, and that on the morning
he quit the hospital. He discovered that on
tbe dav after Warren had DISCHARGED him he