Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1917-12-27

a ternElc weapon. 1w1te men rell, nut
there were too many of them, nor could
l protect my rear. They swarmed to
either side, and clambcred up behind
me; the low beams of the upper deck
permitting no swing to my arms; one
fellow gripped my feet, and another
leaped ut my tlroat. was tripped and
flung headlong, the full weight of
mans body crushing down on top of
me. Then came oblivion.
How long l remained unconscious
never knew, but 1t must have been
some hours, for when struggled back
TO vague sense of life once more,
was alone, lying on a mattress in
bunk. My head throbbed with pain,
and managed to lift one hand, assur-
Ing myself that my hair was matted
with blood. Where was I? Had met
with some accident? 1t was only grad
ually that the vision began to reflect
upon my mind-the attack on deck;
the struggle in the forecastle; and then
Vera Darlington. 1t was her face, her
memory which aroused life, and gave
me back the strength to struggle. The
fate Of the ship was of small impor-
lance to me, but the girl left alone
and helpless among these ruf1ians, was
thought SO filed with horror as to
draw me back from the very gates of
death.
j forced my eyes open, finding at
first the light binding, and for an in
slant stared up through a red mist.
Gradually normal sight came back, and
l realized that rested in bunk, gaz-
Ing upward at the white-painted bot
tom of another. There was splash
of sunshine on the side wall, and
slowly turned my head toward the
open port through which it streamed.
Then l knew where I was lying-in
the captains staterOom. Why had /
been brought there? What object could
those villains have for giving me these
quarters if they were really in control
of the ship? Perhaps they were not;
perhaps Leayord and Olson had been
warned Of danger in time to overcome
them, and still retained command.
That would account for my presence
but, If this was true, why was 1 left
alone, uncared for? Why had they
brought me here? Gradually the con-
ception of their purpose dawned-a
navigator; the need of navigator.
Without me they were helpless; with
out my knowledge and skill not one
on board could tell where they were,
or how to shape the course of the YES
sci. was necessity to them; in a
way held the villains still in my
power; they dare not let me die-not
yet! cannot explain the new life
this thought brought to me. 1 seemed
to feel the strength of it injected into
| my veins, and rose up on one elbow,
and then. encouraged by this effort,
swung my feet over the edge of the
bunk and rested them on the deck.
The hands of my watch told me it was
after eleven. got to my feet, cling
ing to the berth, and swaying weakly
at first, but gaining strength with every
movement. The chart still lay on the
desk, our course pricked on 1t up until
the day before, and the telltale COM
pass told me the ships bow was still
pointed northward. I clawed my way
across to the door, and tugged at the
latch. It was locked.
This discovery vanished the least
doubt. The men had won, and were
in full possession. Fergus Mccain
was in control by virtue of his money,
and his chosen lieutenants were Liver
pool Red and Jim White. What their
object might prove to be remained to
be learned-but they must seek some
obscure port, or some safe spot. for
shipwreck, sacrificing everything else
to their own safety-and, to accom-
plish this they must use me. Lord
I gripped that idea strongly enough,
my brain clearing as I realized the
important part must still assume in
this odd sea tragedy. Perhaps 1
could not save the Indian Chief, but