The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1919-09-19
CHAPTER xxxIll.
Before the Governor.

Before the Governor.
The sound startled me; imagined
heard the keel slipping. yet before we
had reached the door opening on deck
the slight movement ceased. My hand
gripped the frightened Haines.
'sTell them In the boat to do as l
said; then come back here"
my God, sir, she's goin' down."
mot for some minutes yet. There
are thousands of pounds in that chest;
you've risked life for less many a.
time. Jump. my manp
The boat lay In close, bobbing up
and down dangerously, yet held firmly
beneath the opened port. The box
was heavy enough to tax the strength
of two men to handle It, but of size
and shape permitting its passage.
Sanchez had raised himself again, and
chung there to the edge of the bunk
watching US.
Nov let down easy, lads" called.
''No, place it amidships; get it even, or
you go over. Fix it to ride steady, and
stand by-we'll pass a wounded man.
out to you!''
stepped across to Sanchez. He saw
me coming, and drew back, his CHASTITY
face like mask.
mo you don't, Carlyle!" he snapped
angrily. keep your hands off me.
So, you want me to die with my neck
in a moose, do you? was born gen
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and go down with my ship. Get out of
here now! You won't? You will, or
else die here with me! I'll give you
minute to make your choice"
He left no doubt as to his meaning.
From beneath the blanket, the black
muzzle of a pistol looked straight into
my eyes. The hand holding it was
firm, the face fronting me savagely
sardonic.
I'D ike to kill you, Carlyle" he
Missed hatefully. by God, don't
know why I shouldn't. Every time
look at you see her face. If you take
a step nearer pull the trigger gol"
1t was hard pull back to the Santa
Marie. Dorothy greeted me first. and
we stood close together at the rail as
the men hoisted the chest on deck.
She said nothing, asked nothing. but
her hands chung to my arm, and when
ever turned toward her our eyes met.
There was a sudden cry forward,
and a voice shouted:
"There she goes, buckles! That's
the last o. the Namur!"
turned swiftly, my hand grasping
her fingers as they chung to the rail.
The battered hulk slid downward. the
deck breaking amidships as the stern
splashed into the depths; then that
also toppled over, leaving nothing
above water except the blunt end OF a
broken bowsprit, and a tangle of
wreckage tossed about on the crest
of the waves. I watched breathlessly.
unable to utter sound; / could only
think of that stricken man in the cabin,
those wild eyes which had threatened
me. He was gone now-gonel
I yet held Dorothy's hand tightly
clasped in my own, and the depths of
her uplifted eyes questioned me.
1--WE will go aft. dear, and will tell
you the whole story" I said gently,
''for now we are homeward bound"
write these few closing lines year
later In the cabin of the Ocean Spray,
a three master, full to the matches
with a cargo of tobacco, bound for
London. and a market. Dorothy is on
deck. eagerly watching for the first
glimpse of the chalk cliffs of old
England. must join her presently.
yet linger below to add these final sem
fences.
There Is. after all, little which needs
to be said. The voyage of the Santa
Marie north proved uneventful. and,
after that first night of storm, the
weather held pleasant and the sea
fairly smooth. had some trouble with
tie men. but nothing serious. as Wat
kins and Haines held as did, and the
pledge Of Dorothy's influence brought
courage. / refused to open the chest.
believing our safety. and chance Of
pardon. would depend largely on our