The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-05-22

A gratitude.
What a providential escape.
I've you to thank for 1t, my brave
young man." he cried.
But the brave young man. with a
due of the fitness of things. com
menccd a deprecatory speech in which
the name of Marsh figured, at which
the latter went through the most fran
tic gyrations for silence and as they
fell behind In a narrow part of the cor
ridor whispered:
You'll want all the reward there is.
you young Jackanapes. Play a lone
hand
ITS wonderful" declared Jennison.
ito deceive a whole shipful! His twin
brother, it seems"
He turned aside to seek his daugh-
ter, but the others went out on deck.
As they reached the end of the prone
made they heard the shrieking of a
windlass as a keg came numbering up
from the hold and was swung off to
the port side, under which lay a boat
from the black steamer. The trans
shipment of the millions had begun.
Both vessels were nearly motionless.
The red-purple of the dawn was grow
ing to a translucent pink, and over the
dark waters glimmered long arms of
rich color. 1t was a spectacle Of fasci-
mating beauty, yet the two watchers
saw nothing except a figure ~silhouetted
against the grayer background of the
north. pacing the bridge with nervous
steps. Which figure it vas neither
could say.
The shrieking windlass sent down its
great jaws to grapple with another
keg in the hold. Then there came into
view another form on the bridge,
gaunter, yet marvelously like the first.
1t faced the broader as 1t turned, and
the watchers on the boat deck saw
the latter start and recoil. Perhaps it
was a faint cry they heard, perhaps
the sound Of some wandering sea bird.
But there was no doubling the real
ity of the Spanish oath that reached
their ears at close quarters. and they
turned to see Benedict looking up at
the bridge, his swarthy face distorted
with rage. Only for an instant did he
remain to witness the meeting of the
brothers; then. having cast n swift
glance of hatred at the men who had
foiled him, he disappeared within the
steamer.
Marsh whistled a bar or W of his
famous clog-a thing he had not done
for many hours.
shouldn't want to meet that chap
on a dark night" he observed senten-
tiously.
As they turned again to the bridge
they saw but a single figure. From
afar sounded a gong, and they felt
the great frame Of the Golden Grey
hound forge ahead. Marsh looked out
upon the lark blue expanse medita-
lively.
when you said 1t was not Thurston.
did you suspect" he asked.
Brill nodded. "When the captains
canary acted so queerly l had an in
stinctive feeling that something was
wrong" he replied. ''The explanation
came to me afterward. | said nothing.
for. after all, it was only superstition"
What do you think was in those
boxes the purser believed to contain
books and papers?" said Marsh as
they made their way inside.
Brill shook his head.
"Firearms. If Benedict hadn't met
that ship of his he'd have started a lit
tie revolution aboard, / guess"
At the foot of one of the great stair
cases they fell in with Stebbins, all ex-
element.
II Just saw Benedict and some of his
people starting to launch a boat, SIR"
he cried.
"Do you hear, Marsh?" said Brill.
The fat man yawned. Yes. Idon't
care particularly. I'm rather tired Of
the sight of him."
Still he did not decline to accompany
the two to the ships side, where Aris-
tides had seen the with the
boat. lust as they reached the spot
the little craft swung free and shot
down from the davits with a harsh
screaming of the pulleys. They caught
a glimpse of h Mexican, two or
three of his chief satellites and the
feigned captain Of the Olympiad.
They saw the boat hit the water
with a splash. then rush into the
awful turmoil of the foam and spray
of the steamers wake. For a moment
it danced about on the silver mael-
strom; then all that was visible was a
floating oar. Some n raised the
faint cry, "Man overboard.' But the
great ship plowed on.
Brill went to his cabin to freshen up,
Marsh to the smoking room for a cigar
and Stebbins to the inferno of the en-
CINE room to witness its renewed ac-
tivity. All met at breakfast, and all
We're summoned to Andrew J%ennison's
table. Their host was in fine feather.
I'm hungry for the first time" he