The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1919-09-26

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the three who stood above hauled
upon the line, the man whom they
were rescuing giving them what little
aid he could.
"You must come over to our house
and get some dry Clothes" said the
woman sympathetically, and the res
cued one thankfully accepted the of
| fer At their cottage he was quickly
provided with one of the mans suits,
a half seaman's rig with boots and
cap. Wholly comfortable once more,
he ate little food and felt himself
fully restored. The man, who proved
to be the caretaker of the island, ad-
dressed him.
"Well, Mr.. Davis. you have had a
rough deal and I don't understand it.
But 1 took Simpkins, the superintend-
ent, across the bay in the ferry. He
was headed for the Waterside saloon
when I left him. Maybe he can ex-
plain"
"Tll give him chance" returned
John grImly "If you are ready we
will CO." Handing the youthful fish
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being rescued good-sized BILL John
and the caretaker stepped into the mo-
tor ferry and started across the bay
headed for the Waterside saloon.
Within that joint the Spider, Simp-
kins and others were playing cards.
With an exclamation of disgust at his
III luck, the former threw down his
TO ha vxip 1n0k-
ed out across the water. The next
instant an exclamation of anger burst
from his lips. and turning away he
hastened back to the group.
"He's got away again, curse him. and
the caretaker is bringing him across
in launch. How had we better re-
ceive him. Simpkins?" Enthusiastically
excited that gentleman arose to his
feet and led them back to the window.
"See that schooner" said he as he
indicated a craft that lay in the bay,
hove short. sails in the brails and evil
IDENTIFY ready to make quick start.
"If we get him aboard the Sarah J.,
Cap'n Jacob will have him thoroughly
tanned before they get back from Hon
olulu. Savey?' The Spider nodded
and pointed to an adjoining room as
he addressed the barkeeper.
"If he comes into the saloon look
ing for anybody. send him in there.
You, Simpkins, take a seat facing the
door. and we will wait for Mr.. Davis
behind the door of that next room.
Hustle now" Quickly they took their
places as the Spider had commanded.
Having landed and hidden the care
taker farewell for the time being, John
went straight to the Waterside saloon
and entered. Stepping up to the bar
he asked the aproned one behind it II
he had seen Simpkins.
"He's in there alone-takin' a lit
tie nap. / guess" was his reply. John
crossed the floor and opened the door.
Sitting before him upon chair and
smiling wickedly through his cigar
smoke was the man whom Davis
sought. Three steps and the incomer
stood before him.
sYou tried TO murder me in that
diving bell" he said as his hand fell
upon the others shoulder. ''But
now
From behind the door where they
had stood unobserved by the entering
one. a figure came sneakine with
heavy revolver upraised. AS Johns
fingers closed upon the shoulder of
the man who had tried to foully kill
him. the butt of the weapon descended
upon the back of his head and with
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on his face.
At Simpkin's order ropes were Sc
cured and the victim securely pinioned.
This done he was carried from the
place, tossed into rowboat and swift
ly sculled to the Sarah j.. craft of the
ill-famed Captain Jacobs. Still sense
less but showing signs of returning
consciousness. John was passed aboard
and delivered into the tender mercies
of the skipper.
Shortly later the shanghaied one
upon the forecastle bunk opened his
eyes and stared about. At once he
recognized his whereabouts. and the
swish of water against the bow of the
schooner told him that the craft, what
tNti Siit pt, was way
Determined to learn the meaning Of
it all, he went up the short ladder and
stepped upon the deck.
He started aft but had made but a
few steps before he was intercepted
by the mate. Pushing the latter aside
by a sweep of his arm, the shanghaied
man stopped not until he stood before
Captain Jacobs. The skipper whirled
upon him with an evil look.
"What do you mean by coming aft,
you slob?" he demanded fiercely Da-
Wis looked him squarely In the eye.
Il am John Davis, an attorney of
Los Angeles. I demand to be put
ashore" The skipper sneered.
Likely looking attorney you are, in
that rig. I'll tell you who you are, all
right. You're a foremast hand on my
schooner. Go for'rd and turn to-"
Understanding it all now and real
izing the futillty of argument, John
acted like a flash. Straight from the
shoulder his fist leaped against the
shippers chin. and with a grunt that