The evening world., 1915-02-13

the unlovely wreckaSe, which was
within q very short time, Robert Pol
lard shrugged dissusted shoulders,
WINGED at the new pain thus pro-
duced between them and said shortly:
For what?" asked the Spanish
$50 that when Andrews and his
crowd got tired Of waiting and come
back, they won't rake the decks A.
they passi" Tho leaders laugh was
bitter.
The Snake turned away from tho
rail-.
"You needn't 20 to all that bother"
he said. They'll never have q chance
At US now; he's coming back"
It was quite true. The boatman
was doing the rowing this time and
the good captain sat In the stern. His
bag was on the flooring and between
his knees sat Blister. gazing upward
additionally.
Curiously enough. too. he did not
burst into rage At the sight OF their
altered faces.
He caught the ladder and swung
his shining grip aboard: he took the
partial bloodhound's collar and swung
him after. Then. fumbling In his
pocket. he extended something yell
low to the boatman and roared hap
PLY:
Nov, there's a tribe for you. old
man, and Goodbyl You're . fine
waterman and I'd like to geo you do
ing bstter'n this. Any time you get
sick Of It here write me to the ad-
dress ] gave you, and III make you
some sort Of officer In the navy we're
building down below"
The boatman, oars trailing. was
drifting along In trance. both hands
holding the yellow strip before his
Say. cap'n." he called hoarseiy.
"this- I guess you didn't mean to
gimme this. This IL . thousand dol
Iars!"
Il know It il. but I can afford it!'
the captain called back heartily. by
by. old mani"
He turned 10 his apparently faith
Get up that anchor and hist thoss
"For Europer" the Spanish Brute
cried. as q ray Of insane hope sho,
into his brain. 1t shot out again al
"For New York. Of COURSE" tn,
captain answered. I'm taking Z
steamer tonight and wen Just about
make It. This Is better than a stuffy
train. amt I'll?
T-suppose It H." Mr.. Pollard va,
vague.
Tho captains simple good humoI
kicked a little folding chair close to
the wheel and settled down with q
pleasant grunt; and the pockets Of hi
trousers, like the pockets OF his coat
were bullying with bulge that hat
not been stolen from the mighty rag
around his waist.
He chuckled, too. as painfully theS
set the sails. He brought the LAWNS
about and. having spent some nv
minutes waving to the multitud'
ashore, chuckled on.
Mr.. Pollard. stopping at . respect
full distance. met an eye t-It was a.
most merry.
Coming out here I was wondering
why don't shoot You varmints ant
kick what's left overheard" salt
Capt. Velvet genially. but guess
got the answer"
what Is lit" Robert Pollard
asked. His voice was nat.
II guess you three tenth-rat'
crooks must be my mascot" said TIN
captain In dead earnest. II dunn
any other way to account for it-bu
every burned time I meet you seen
to start making money"
He sat back with one hand on tn
wheel and took to fishing out cur
, rency FROM his pockets-big bills an
little bills. but more yellow bills. II
, launched them awkwardly and NUT
A tered on:
I Now lemme see. There was tn
0 i've hundred and something I wo
!, first. Then I sold that Ottermobile
8 Burlington for 1--WE hundred more'n
: paid for II. Call that Q Thousand
. Thsn I sold that Bymsrs Haven plas
4 y him for Ae1oen stAousanA naSeiA.