The Mena weekly star., 1919-05-15

Made No Cry, No Struggle. over his heart, detecting no murmur of response touched the veins of his wrist, but found there no answering fhrob of fife.
 With the death-dealing knife still gx1pped in my hand I raced forward 2Aeng the narrow strip of sand, reai1- lsgs of what might encounter. ran on until I reached the s,oop. Through fhe gloom ccnoeaiing the deck could perceive only dim figures, a riot of men, battling furiousiy hand to hand, yet out of the ruck loomed through the darkness in larger outlines than the 0thers-Cochose. the negro. l leaped at the fellow and struck with the keen knife, missing the heart but plunging the blade deep into the flesh of the shoulder The next instant I was in bears grip. the very breath crushed out of me, yet, by some chance, my one arm remained free, and drove the sharp steel into him twice before he forced the weapon from my fingers. I thrust an elbow beneath the brute's ehin, and thus forced his head back until the neck cracked
 He was too strong, too immense of stature. Apparently unweakened by his wounds. the giant negro, thor oughly aroused, exerted his mighty muscles, and, despite my utmost effort at resistance, thrust me back against the stern rail, where the weight of his body pinned me helplessly. With a roar of rage he drove his huge fist into my face. but happily was too close to give much force to the blow. My own hands, gripping the neckband of his coarse shirt, twisted it tight about the great throat until, in desperation, panting for breath, the huge brute actually lifted me in his arms and hurled me backward headlong over the rail. I struck something as l fell, yet rebounding from this splashed into the deep water and went down so nearly unconscious ss to make not even the slightest struggle. And yet came up once more to the surface, arising by sheer chance directly be- meath the small dory--which my body must have struck as I fell--towing by 8 painter astern of the sloop, and for tunately retained sense enough to cling desperately to this first thing my hands touched, and thus remained con cealed.
 The dory caught in some current, floated at the very extremity of its slender towline, and in consequence the sloop appeared little more than a mere smudge. when my eyes endeav- ored to discover its outlines. Xvi dently the bloody work had been com pleted, for now all was silent on board Then came the voice of Estada in a gruff inquiry:
 "So you are hiding here, Cochosel What are you looking for in the sea ?'
 "Whatf Why that d--d English man. Mon Dfeu He fought me like a mad rat"
 'rhe Engifshman. you say? He was here thenf It was he you battled withf what became of the feliowT
 "He went down there, senor. The dog stabbed ne three times. It was either he or I to go."
 You msan you threw him over boardYr
 ~Ay, with his rfbs crushed in, and not breath left in his d-d body. He's never come up even--rve watched and there has not been so much as ripple where he sank"
 The two must have hung in silence over the rail staring down. 1 dared not advance my head to look. nor even move muscle of my body in the water.
 How came you aft heref"
 Because that fellow leaped the rail from the wharf. I saw him, and we met at the wheel"
 'From the wharf. you say? He was not aboard, then7 Santa Maria know not what that may mean. Yet what difference. 90 he be dead. An derson, Mendea, throw that carrion overboard-no. bullies. never mind let them lie where they are, and sink an auger in the sicop's bottom. What ts that out yonder. Oochoeef"
 "A xmall boat, sencr-a dory. make it."