Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1917-12-27
CHAPTER XIX.
A French Man-of-war.

No food was brought me during the
afternoon, nor had eaten all day, yet
my mental state was such had no
consciousness of hunger. I had dis
covered no means of creating a light,
although my eyes were sufficiently ac-
customed to dimness to enable me to
move about my narrow quarters safely
enough.
1t must have been between eight and
nine o'clock when the key turned in
the lock of my door, and Liverpool
looked in. The light from the swing
ing lamp in the main cabin fiared into
my eyes, binding me, yet recognized
his face, and saw Dade close behind
him, bearing a tray. Neither of them
spoke, but Red, having assured him.
self of my presence, stood aside, and
motioned the steward to enter. The
latter deposited the laden tray on the
desk, and backed out silently, every
movement showing him thoroughly
cowed by his guardian. Realizing that
any word from me would only result in
insult, remained silent, and the two
disappeared, closing and locking the
door behind them. I confess I ate the
food with relish, for it was well cooked,
and served with some daintiness. After
second cup of coffee felt much
more like myself, rummaging through
the captains chest until I found some
tobacco and a pipe, which 1 at once
appropriated to my own use. No one
returned for the emptied dishes, and I
sat for a long while at the open port
smoking, the blue spiral swept away
by the rush of air, and my eyes on
the starlit waters.
had been sailor long enough to ac-
cept the ordinary perils of the sea as
part of the profession. Nothing was
too strange to be true at sea and so it
was not the position in which I found
myself; not the possible fate of the In
dian Chief, or of her captured officers,
which weighed most upon my mind-it
was Vera Darlington. If those villains
scuttled the ship; if they took to the
boats to save themselves, leaving us
to drown like rats, what would they do
with the girl? Would Mccain dare to
take her with him? Would he venture
leaving her alive to bear witness to
his crime? There was but one an
swer-not unless she was utterly in his
power. Either he must quiet her by
force, and thus bring her spirit to his
will, or else compel her to marry him,
and SO legally seal her lips. And the
man was perfectly capable of taking
either course - whichever seemed
easier.
| This was the consideration which
served partially to arouse me from
coma. I could not continue to sit there
waiting for Fate to approach; better
far to go forth and meet it in manly
fashion. I had a good strong knife
in my pocket, and the lock of the door
was a common one, the wood surround
ing it soft pine. There was nothing in
that obstacle to prevent my escape, and
if was discovered at large, my pun
ishment would merely be confinement
elsewhere. / had therefore nothing to
lose, but everything to gain by the ex-
| pertinent. The hour was late, the night
had thus far been a quiet one, and it
was quite probable the fellow, COM
fortably situated, was browsing at his
task. Anyhow, would make little
noise. and the chance was worth TAX
ing.
The labor proved easier than / had
supposed. The soft pine yielded easily
to the sharp blade. and a very few mo-
ments sufiiced to cut the lock clear,
enabling me to open the door silently
and take cautious survey of the main
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of anyone, and had, indeed, ventured
forth before perceiving the form of a
man outstretched ON the divan sur
rounding the butt of the mizzenmast
The fellow was asleep, yet restless
enough to be dangerous. His face was
in shadow, and I thought it best not
to venture close enough to identify
him. although the dim light revealed
a belt about his waist, and the bulgins
butt of revolver. Convinced that my
only hope of accomplishment lay In
the discovery and release of my Eel
low prisoners, crept across the de
serted cabin, and entered the passage
leading forward. Somewhere amid
ships these were surely confined Blu
was not destined to discover where
l had taken scarcely step when tn,
companion door opened, and a maj
. started down the stairs. Crouched IL
J the darkness. saw the sleeping guard
aroused by the noise, spring upright
and as the light fell on his face. rec
ognized a seaman named Dubois tn
: man on the stairs paused. gripping tn
; rail, staring down as though momen
!, tarfly blinded by the light
!. Is that Jon. DuboisT he asked 4