The daily Alaskan., 1919-06-10

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 stepped across to Sanchez. He saw me coming, and drew back, his ghastly face like mask.
 "No you don't, Carlyle r he snapped angrily. Keep your hands off me So you want me to die with my neck in a moose, do your was born gen. tleman, and, by God I'll die like one 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 g 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 1t was firm, the face fronting me sayagely sardonic.
 "Td like to kill you, Carlyle" he hissed hatefully. By God, l don't know why I shouldn't. Every time l look at you see her face. If you take a step nearer pull the trigger-go"
 It 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 clung to my arm, and when ever turned toward her our eyes met.
 There was a sudden cry forward, and voice shouted:
 There she goes, bucklesl That's the last O the Namur!"
 turned swiftly, my hand grasping her fingers as they clung to the rail. The battered hulk slid downward, the deck breaking amldships as the stern splashed into the depths; then that also toppled over, leaving nothing above water except the blunt end of broken bowsprit, and a tangle Of wreckage tossed about on the crest of the waves. watched breathlessly, unable to utter a sound; could only think of that stricken man in the cabin, those wild eyes which had threatened me. He was gone now-gone!
 I yet held Dorothy's hand tightly clasped in my own, and the depths or her uplifted eyes questioned me.
 "We will go aft, dear, and will tell you the whole story" I said gently, flor now we are homeward bound"
 
 write these few closing lines year later In the cabin of the Ocean Spray three master, full to the hatchesI 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. I must join her presently, yet finger below to add these final sen-, tences.
 There Is, after all, little which needs to be said. The voyage of the Santai Marie north proved uneventful, and, after that first night of storm, the weather held pleasant and the sea. fairly smooth. had some trouble with the men, but nothing serious, as Wat, klns and Haines held as did, and the pledge of Dorothy's influence brought. courage. I refused to open the chest; believing our safety, and chance of pardon, would depend largely on our, handing. this over in good faith to the authorities. Watkins and guarded 1t night and day until the schooner rounded the cape and came into the Chesapeake. No attempt was made to find quarters below, the entire crew sleeping on deck, Dorothy comfortable. on the flag locker.
 It was scarcely sunrise, on the fifth day, when we dropped anchor against the current of the James, our sails furled and the red English colors fly ing from the peak. Two hours later the entire company were in the pres, ence of the governor, where told my story, gravely listened to, supplement- ed by the earnest plea of the young woman. l shall never forget that. scene, or how breathlessly we awaited the decision of the great man, who so closely watched our faces. They were surely strange, rough group as they stood thus. hats in hand. waiting to