The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-03-13

could understand the interest exhib- tied by Dorothy Fairfax, and, greatly as l already admired her. I was not egOtist enough to even imagine lhat her effort to serve me had basis in any personal attraction. But what about Lieutenant Sanchez? Why was this unknown SpaDiard already so openly my enemy? Could it be because of Dorothy Fairfax? I felt finally that I had the clue-jealousy, the mad, un- reasoning jealousy of his race.
 had no false conception as to this ; no vagrant thought that her interest in me was any more than q passing fancy, born of sympathy and de- sire to aid. Nevertheless, as she had , thus already served me, now owed her service in return, and here was the first call. If conditions made 1t pos sible it was my plain duty to place | myself between these two. In the intensity of my feelings I must have uncOnsciously spoken 1 aloud, for q shaggy head suddenly popped out from the berth beneath where I lay, and Haley's interested voice asked soHcitousIy:
 'Hy. thar; whur's up, mate? Ye was muJerin' way thar an not dis ! turbin' me none, till ye got ter talkin' | bout sum feIIer called Sanchez. Then ] l sorter got a bit interested. know'd l thet cuss onct," and he spat, as l though to thus better express his | feelings. "The d--d ornary pirate" :" I laughed, my whole mental mood l changed by this remark.
 'Do you refer to Black Sanchez?' ! I've heard of him; were you ever in his hands?'
 "Wus Ip' he laughed grimly. 'I he'd eight months of it, mate. and a ] greater den1on never sailed. The things 1 saw done ye'd never believe no human bein could do. If ever thar wus two people in one skin, sir, it's l thet Black Sanchez. When he's pIayin' off fer good he's as soft an sweet as a dandy in Piccadilly, an when he's real he's like q devil in hell"
 'Were you a prisoner-or did you . sail under him?''
 "Both, fer the matter O thet He give me the choice ter serve CT walk the plank. [ wus eighteen, an he'd an O mother at Deal"
 q see; but later got away?"
 "Ay, l did thet." chuckling over the recollection. But I he'd ter wait eight months fer the luck" My neigh DOT went 6n to tell at great length the story of his escape.
 T had q snipmate once," I observed, interested in his story, ''who claimed to have seen the fellow; he described nim as being q very large man, with intensely black, hawklike eyes and a heavy black beard almost hiding his face"
 Maybe he looked like that when he saw him. but he ain't no bigger man than I am; he won't weigh as much by fifteen pound. Fact is he mighty seldom looks the same, fer thet's part O his game. I've seen him in all sorts O disguises. It's o:E- his eyes he can't hide, an thar's been times when 1 thought they wus the ugliest eyes ever l saw. He's sure an Ornary devil an when he gifts mad, I'd rather be afront of a tiger. Besides fightin's his trade, an no weakIin' ain't goin' ter control the sort O chaps he's got ter handle. Most of 'em would murder him in a minute if they dared. Oh he's bad all right, but yer wouldn't exactly think so, just ter look at him" "
 ''What, then, does he really look Hke?"
 'Oh, a sorter swashbucklin' Spanish don-the kind whut likes ter dress up an play the dandy. He's got a pink an white complexion, the Castilian kind, yer know, an wears a little mus tache, waxed up at the ends. l heard he wus about forty-five; I reckon he must be thet, but he didn't look older than thirty
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