The spectator., 1919-03-04

What did l tell your Didn't | tell you not to look at him? I knew you would get 1t. and a damned good job, too; blocking that run with your fool tricks"
 Then he noticed the pasty-faced horseman stooping over the bleeding man.
 Get i'm by the heels, you cross be- tween a corpse and mummy, and drag him out of the way. We've bloody well got to get this ship loaded to catch the tide."
 The pale-faced man kept on with his examination without paying any atten- tion to the foreman's instructions. The foreman got blue in the face and bub- bled over with rage.
 Do you hear what tell you? Get i'm out of the way. This ship has got to be loaded or I'll go down there and pound some obedience into you."
 The man still paid no attention. The foreman was speeches.. In few sec onds the stopping man strengthened up, and looking the foreman straight in the eye, calmly replied: Hes dead" This did not seem to lease the fore man in the least and he beloved out |: "How do you know he is dead?" The man answered simply -"Tm doctOr.' Then the foreman once again eXplod- ed: "A doctor! Blawst my headlights, q doctor! We'll, if you're doctor, what in h-l are you doing on a horse ship? You ought to be rolling pills for the highbrOws."
 The doctor never took his piercing look from the eye of the foreman. The foreman was now like an enraged bull. Splitting all over himself, he clustered out: "Well, if he's dead, there is no doctor that can do him any good. A couple O you black skunks over there Undressing two negroes who were al- most blanched to bluish white and who were trembling near by), get ahold of him and drag i'm out of the way" One of the negroes. with a leeering grin. replied: "I shipped on this here ship to handle hosses. and I don't allow nohow that it's my work to tote corpses around"
 Just then the second foreman rushed over. gave the negro push out of the way, and, grabbing the heels of the dead man, pulled him away from the run. I turned away, sickened with disgust. The foreman then took an empty oat sack and spread 1t over the bloody head.
 Just then the changing bell of an am- buance was heard and q white-clothed doctor. followed by two men with a stretcher. pushed their way through the crowd of horses and horsemen. They were accompanied by a police man. The body was put into the am- buance and taken away, while the po- lice officer went on board the ship.
 The pasty-faced doctor was holding onto the rail of the runway and cough ing. I thought each gasp would be his last. The second foreman was talking to him. TEe doctor paid no attention. Going up behind the doctor, the fore man coolly measured his distance and swung on the point of his jaw. The doctor crumpled up and fell on the cock. At this cowardly and dastard- Iy act. I saw red and made q leap at the foreman. An OnruShing light flashed in front of me and a huge To- colnotve, going 60 miles an hour, hit mo between the eyes: then blackness. When I came to. I was lying in my bunk in the hold. had an awful headache. Then everything came back to me with flash. I could hear the gurgling of water on the ships side and knew we were uSder way. Right then and there I decided never again, especially while aboard ship. to interfere with the foreman. Among that gang of human wrecks and cut ti.roats it was every man for himself, and the survival of the fittest. I had two beautiful black eyes, and my nose felt like football.
 I went up on deck. The moon and stars were out and the twinkling lights of New York harbor were gradually fading into the distance. Leaning over tie rail were the foreman and the veterinarian. Doc" Casey, by name. The foreman was talking. Snatches of his conversation reached my ears:
 Load horses? Why, that bunch of scum they wished on me couldn't load lump sugar. one lump at time. How Brown expects me to deliver 1900 horses into Bordeaux with this scurvy outfit. don't know. We're lucky I'm thinkin'. if five hundred O them don't die. Why. there's not one O the bliGhters knows which end of horse eats hay. I tell you. Doc, your work is cut out for you. If, in Il few days, you don't have a couple of hundred cases of collie on your hands. then I'm a hloomin' liar"
 Doc" Casey answered.:
 "Well. I'll tell you, Mir Goorty, this is my third trip over and have seen some tough punches. but this one is the limit, and l sure have job on my hands. It's too bad that Pinero let out on that young fellow, because. in my mind that was pretty cowardly blow.