Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1919-09-03
WOLVES OF THE SEA
By RANDALL PARRISH

Probably your guess is the right
one" | said soberly. "WeIl give it
trial"
Murder had been committed for a
purpose-it was the first step in an eff
fort TO retake the ship. If we were
to retain our advantage there was no
time to be lost; we were pitted now
against Silva Sanchez. and he was
leader not TO be despised or temper
lied with; no cowardly. brainIess fool.
The passage leading forward was
wide enough to permit of our advanc-
ing together and for a few steps the
light dribbled in past us quite suffi-
cient for guidance. had been down
this tunnel once before, and knew the
bulkhead was not far away. but the
few steps necessary plunged us into
profound blackness. through which we
advanced cautiously with outstretched
hands. No slightest sound warned of
danger and was already convinced in
my own mind that the refugees were
not hiding there, when it happened.
Within an instant we were fighting for
our lives. fronted not by two men, but
by score, who flung themselves ours
ing upon US. Their very numbers and
the narrowness of the passage was
our only salvation. At first our resist
ance was blind enough, guided only by
the senses of touch and sound. We
could see nothing of our antagonists.
although their fierce rush hurled Us
backward. / fired into the mass, as
Watkins slashed madly with his cut
lass, both managing In some way to
keep our feet. Hands gripped for us.
bedlam of oaths splitting the air:
yet, even In that moment of pande-
monium, was quick to realize the fell
lows were weaponless, seeking only to
reach and crush us with bare hands.
The same discovery must have come
to the mind of the sailor, for he yelled
1t out defiantly, every stroke Of his
blade drawing blood. / Joined him,
striking with the butt of the pistol. We
killed and wounded, the curses of hate
changed into sharp cries of agony, but
those behind pressed the advance for
ward, and we were inevitably swept
back into the light of the cabin lamp.
Then / saw faces, hideous in the
glare. demoniacal in their expression of
hatred-a mass of them, unrecognlz-
able, largely of a wild, half-lndian
type, with here and there a bearded
white. Nor were they all handed;
I'm many a grip flashed a knife, and
directly fronting me, with a meat
cleaver uplifted TO strike, Sanchez
yelled his orders. Ignoring all others
l leaped straight at him, crying to
Watkins as l sprang.
Back lad; dash out that light; I'll
hold these devils here a minute r.
did-God knows how! 1t was like
no fighting ever had done before. a
mad, furious melee, amid which l lost
all consciousness of action, all guild
ance of thought, struggling as wild
brute, with all the reckless strength of
insanity. 1t is a dim. vague recollec-
ton; / am sure / felled Sanchez with
one blow of my pistol butt; in some
way that deadly cleayer came into my
hands and / trod on his body, swing
ing the sharp blade with all my might
into those scowling faces. They gave
sullenly backward; they had TO, yelp-
ing and snarling like pack of wolves,
hacking at me with their short knives.
/ was cut again and again. l stood on
quivering flesh. crazed with blood, and
seeking only to kill. l saw faces
crushed in, arms severed, the sudden
squirting of blood from CHASTITY wounds.
Oaths mingled with cries of agony and
shouts of hate. Then in an instant the
light was dashed Out and all was dark
ness
(To BE CONTINUED)