Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1916-01-28

his temper. 'Nothin', sir. take it
back"
And you have shown me l was
right" This with a gratified smile.
How old are your"
"Just turned sixteen, STR"
"A lie. You'll never see eighteen
again. Big for your age, at that. with
muscles like horse. Pack up your
kit and go for'ard into the fo'c'sle.
You're boat-puller now. You're pro-
noted: see?"
Without waiting for the boys &C
ceptance, the captain turned to the
sailor who had Just finished the grue-
some task Of sewing up the corpse.
"Johansen, do you know anything
about navigation"
mo, sir"
Well never mind; you're mate Just
the same. Get your traps aft into the
mates berth"
"Ay. ay, SIR" was the CHEEKY re-
Spouse as Johansen started forward.
In the meantime the erstwhile cabin
boy had not moved.
What are you waiting for?" Wolf
Larsen demanded!
Il didn't sign for boat-puller. SIR"
was the reply. 81 signed for cabin
boy. An l don't want no boat pullin'
in mine"
Pack up and go for'ard."
This time Wolf Larsen's command
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glowered sullenly. but refused to move.
Then came another stirring q Wolf
Larsen's tremendous strength. It was
utterly unexpected. and It was over
and done with between the ticks OF
two seconds. He had sprung fully six
feet across the deck and driven his
fist into the others stomach. At the
same moment. as though had been
struck myself, felt sickening shock
in the pit of my stomach. instance
this to show the sensitiveness of my
nervous organization at the time. and
how unused was to spectacles of bru-
tally. The cabin-boy-and he weighed
165 at the very least-crumpled up.
He lifted into the air and struck the
deck alongside the corpse on his head
and shoulders. where he lay and
writhed about in agony.
''Well?" Larsen asked of me. have
you made up your mind?"
had glanced occasionally at the APP
preaching schooner. and it was now
almost abreast of us and not more
than couple of hundred yards away.
II was very trim and neat little craft.
| could see a large. black number on
one of its sails. and l had seen pic
lures Of pilot boats.
What vessel is that?" I asked.
THE pilot-boat Lady Mine." Wolf
Larsen answered grimly. Got rid of
her pilots and running into San Fran
cisco. She'll be there in five or six
hours with this wind"
"Win you please signal it. then. 30
that / may be put ashore"
Sorry. but I've lost the signal book
overheard" he remarked. and the
group of hunters grinned.
debated for a moment. looking him
frightful treatment of the cabin-boy.
and knew that should very probably
receive the same. IL not worse. AS
say. | debated with myself. and then
did what l consider the bravest act
of my life. ] ran to the side, waving
my arms and shouting:
Lady Mine ahoy! Take me ashore!
A thousand dollars II you take me
ashore!"
waited. watching two men who
stood by the wheel. one Of them steer
ing. The other was lifting mega
phone to his lips. did not turn my
head. though | expected every mo-
ment a killing blow from the human
brute behind me. At last. after what
seemed centuries. unable longer TO
stand the strain. looked around. He
had not moved. He was standing in
the same position. swaying easily to
the roll of the ship and lighting
fresh cigar.
What is the matter! Anything
wrong?"
This was the cry from the Lady
Mine.
"Yes!" ! shouted. at the top of my
lungs. Life or death! One thousand
dollars IL you take me ashore!"
Too much Frisco tanglefoot for the
health of my crew." Wolf Larsen
shouted after. This one"-indicating
me with his thumb-"fancies sea SER
penis and monkeys just now!"
The man on the Lady Mine laughed
back through the megaphSne. The
pilot-boat plunged past
Give him hell for mel" came final
cry. and the two men waved their
arms in farewell.
ITO RE CONTINUEDJ