The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1919-08-15

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pect-Sanchez
flung open the pantry door, but
one glance inside told me that Cum
saules had vanished. On the deck lay
| the strands of rope with which he had
been seeured-they had been severed
| by sharp knife, the ends discolored
with blood stains. held these out to
| Watkins.
"Cut since the MURDER" said, "and
by the same knife What do you make
of 1t, TOMB"
"Well, sir, the thing he'd most likely
try fer wud be ter release them lads
amidships. My idea is, sir, he thought
he'd have time ter git the bulEhead
door open, before anybody cum be-
low-he am the steward, who'd know
whar the tools wus. That wus the
scheme, only we busted in too quick.
That's whar they both are-skulkin'
back in them shadows"
He fitted the smoking lantern back
onto the shelf to have his hands free
for action, and drew a cutlass out of
the arm rack, running one leatherly
thumb along the blade to test its
sharpness. His eyes sought mine ques-
tioningly.
Probably your guess is the right
one" I said soberly. "WeIl give it
trial."
| Murder had been committed for a
purpose-it was the first step in an eff
1 ri IN fol hn oh MO
to retain our advantage there was no
time to be lost; we were pitted now
against Silva Sanchez, and he was
| leader not to be despiSed or temper
lied with; no cowardly, brainless fool.
| The passage leading forward was
wide enough to permit of our advanc.
ing together and for a, few steps the
light dribbled in past us quite sufi-
| cient for guidance. had been down
| this tunnel once before, and knew the
bulkhead was not far away, but the
| few steps necessary plunged us into
| profound blackness, through which we
| advanced cautiously with outstretched
hands. No slightest sound warned of
danger and was already convinced in
| my own mind that the refugees were
{! not hiding there, when it happened.
| Within an instant we were fighting for
our lives, fronted not by two men, but
| by score, who flung themselves ours
| the narrowness of the passage was
| our only salvation. At first our resist
| ance was blind enough, guided only by
| the senses of touch and sound. We
| could see nothing of our antagonists,
although their fierce rush hurled US
| backward. I fired into the mass, as
| Watkins slashed madly with his cut
lass, both managing in some way to
keep our feet. Hands gripped for us,
| bedlam of oaths splitting the air;
| yet, even in that moment of pande-
monium, / was quick to realize the fell
lows were weaponless, seeking only to
reach and crush us with bare hands.
The same discovery must have come
| to the mind of the sailor, for he yelled
it out defiantly, every stroke of his
blade drawing blood. I Joined him.
striking with the butt of the pistol. We
killed and wounded, the curses of hate
changed into sharp cries of agony, but
| those behind pressed the advance for
| ward, and we were inevitably swept
back into the light of the cabin lamp.
Then I saw faces, hideous in the
| glare, demoniacal in their expression of
| hatred-a mass of them, unrecogniz-
1 able, largely of a wild, half-Indian
| type, with here and there bearded
white. Nor were they all bare-handed;
| in many grip flashed a knife, and
directly fronting me, with a meat
cleaver uplifted to strike, Sanchez
| yelled his orders. Ignoring oil others
1 leaped straight at him, crying to
/ Watkins as sprang.
''Back lad; dash out that light; I'll
hold these devils here minute!"
did-God knows howl 1t was like
| no fighting ever had done before, a
mad, furious melee, amid which lost
all Consciousness of action, all guild
ance of thought. struggling as wild
brute, with all the reckless strength of
insanity. 1t is dim, vague recollec-
ton; / am sure felled Sanchez with
| one blow or my pistol Dutt; In some
way that deadly cleaver came into my
hands and trod on his body, swing
ing the sharp blade with all my might
into those scowling faces. They gave
sullenly backward; they had to, yelr,
ing and snarling like pack of wolves.
hacking at me with their short knives
was cut again and again. / stood on
/ quivering flesh, crazed with blood, and
seeking only to kill. saw faces
crushed in, arms severed, the sudden
! squirting of blood from CHASTITY wounds.
Oaths mingled with cries of agony and
shouts of hate. Then in an instant the
light was dashed out and all was dark
| ness.
CTo BE CoNTINUED)
Mends Granite Ware.
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