The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-05
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 of you. Four will be enough You'll not lose anything of what we bring back; it'll be share and share alike, so fall, to, hearties."
 I paused an instant to speak to Dorothy, seated on the flag locker, ex- plaining to her swiftly my object in exploring the wreck and pledging my self not to be reckless in attempting to board. I read fear in her eyes, yet she said nothing to dissuade me.
 l slipped down q rope and dropped into the boat, taking my place with steering oar at the stern, and we shot away through the green water. The Namur proved to be a more complete wreck than our distant view had re vealed, and lying in a more precarious position. It was DO pleasant job get ting aboard, but ordering Haines to ac- company me, and the others to lie by, made use of q dangling backstay, and thus hauled myself up to a reasonably secure footing. The fellow joined me breathless, and together we perched on the rail to gain view of the deck.
 It was a distressing, hopeless sight, the vessel rising before us like the roof of q house, the deck blanks stove 1r, a horrible tumble of running rig ging, 5ooms and spars, blocking the way forward. There were three bodies tangled in the wreckage within our sight, crushed out of all human re semblance, and the face of negro, caught beneath the ruins of the galley, seemed to grin back at me in death. Every timber groaned as the waves struck and rocked the sodden mass, and had no doubt but that the vessel had already broken in two.
 Haines was evidently reluctant, but sailor enough to follow as I lowered myself to the deck, clingiDg hard to keep my footing on the wet incline. A light spar had lodged here, and by making this q species of bridge, we Crept as far as the companion, the door of which was open, and gained a view of the scene below. It was a dismal hole in the dim light, but presented no obstacle to our entrance, and led the way down the stairs. gripping the rail to keep from falling.
 The door of the captains room gave, but 1t required our combined efforts to press it open against the volume of water, slushing about within. For moment my eyes could scarcely recog- nize the various objects as I Clung to the frame of the door and stared blind 1y about in tha gloom. Then slowly they assumed shape and substance. Screwed to the deck, the furniture re- tained its place, but everything else a ioy aaH In, a DP else floating about in a foot of water, deepening toward the stern. There were two chests in the room, one of which I instantly recognized as that of Roger Fairfax. The sight of this made me obvious to all else.
 "There's tho chest we want, Haines," cried. pointing it out. Have the lads back the boat up to this port; then come down and help me handle it."
 "Yes, sir" his voice trembling, ''but but isn't that a man over therein the bunk? Good God, sir; look at hlm!'
 The white, ghastly face stared at us, looking like nothing human In that awful twilight. l actually thought it a ghost, until with desperate effort the man lifted himself, clinging with gaunt fingers to the edge of the bunk. Then l knew.
 Sanchez! You! those towards left you here to dieI"
 No one came for me-" he answered, choking so the words were scarcely In- telligible. "Who are you, and what brought you here?"
 'TH tell you frankly, Captain Sanchez" and stepped closer. We risked coming aboard to save that chest-Roger FaIrfax's chest-before it went down. This vessel has it's back broken, and may slide off into deep water at any minute. We must get you out of here first"
 "Get me out !' he laughed hideously. gro hell with your help. I want none of it. I am q dead man now, and the easiest way to end all will be to go down with the ship-'twill be a fit coffin for Black Sanchez. By GodI l know you now-Geonry Carlyle2"
 "Yes, but an enemy no longer"
 "That is for me to say. I hate your race, your breed. The very sound of your name drives me mad. I accept no rescue rom you! Dann you, take your gold and go."
 ''But why?" I insisted, shocked at the mans violence. "Is it because in- terfered between you and Dorothy Fairfax?'
 ''That chit; bah, what do I care for her but as a playthng. No, my hate runs deeper than that. How came you herein the boat stolen from the Ma mur?'
 "No. Captain Sanchez. The day after ' we left the ship we boarded q schooner found adrift, the crew stricken with cholera, with not q man left alive on deck, or below. She lies wonder now, the Santa Marie-a slaver."
 .'Merciful God :" and his eyes fairly blazed into mine as he suddenly forced his body upward in the bunk. ''The Santa Marie adrifti the crew dead from cholera? And the captain-Para- dilIa, Francis Paradilla-what of khim2"