Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-06-21

Yet at that they were too late. The
advantage Of surDeise~ Aad failed then.
A half dozen had reached the deck.
lesping from the rail. the others below
clambering after their leaderA when
with rush We met them. II was .
tiercc, mad fight. nst and club pltted
agains. knife ana cutlsss. but the d.
lenders struck like demons incarnats.
I doubt II the struggle lasted two min
ties. heard tho blows. the oaths, the
cries Of pain. the duh thud Of wood
against bone, the sharp clsng Of steel
In contact, the stunning Of feet on the
deck, the splash Of bodies hurled over
board. Each man fought for himself.
In his own way. thought only Of her.
and leaped straight for her assailant
with bare hands, smashing recklessly
through the hasty guard OF his cutlass
and sripped the copper devil By hair
nnu 'h. at knew he fell to the
de"k 'eneath our feet. but l had my
wo.k cut ut for ne. He was hell
hound. slippery as an Gel 10 his half
nukedness, strong rs an "a. aud nSht.
ng Ike n fiend. Yet had him foul.
my rip unbreakable. as . forced his
,cc'. back against the rail, until 1t
cracked, the swarthy body sliding inert
TO the deck. WhirlinE to assist the
others / found no need. Except for
bodies here and there the deck was
clear; men were struggling In the
chains; two below In the boat were
endeavoring to cast on, and Schmitt.
with Estevan helpless In his arms,
staggered to the side and flung the
shrieking Spanish eur overheard out
into dark water. heard the splash rs
he fell. the single cry his lips gave. but
he never again appeared above the sur
face. Above the bedlam Watkins
roared out an order.
"That's 1t, DULLES! that's It! Now
let her drop! Wen send them to hell
where they belong. Good shot: she
landed"
1t was the hank Of a spare anchor,
balanced for an instant on the rail,
then sent crashing down through the
frail bottom OF the boat beneath. The
wreck drifted away into the fog. the
two miserable occupants clinging des-
perately to the gunwnles. l lifted
Dorothy to her feet. and she chung to
me unsteadlly, her face yet white.
Watkins. have you figured up re-
sults1"
1.-TWO Of our men are cut rather
badly, and one hasn't come to yet from
y smart rap on the head"
"None got awayT
"Not less they swum. thar's six dead
ones aboard. Four took ter the water.
mostly because they he'd to. The only
livin' one O. the bunch Is thet niger
rongside the wheel. an nuthin' but .
thick skull saved him."
"rhen there were eleven in the
party. What do you suppose has be-
come of the others aboard the Ma
murw
II dunno, sir: they might be waitin'
out there in fog. Perhaps the niger
cud tell YOU"
I crossed over to where the fellow
sat on q grating, his head In his hands,
the girl still clinging to my sleeve, as
though fearful OF being left alone. The
man was a repulsive brute, his face
stained with blood. dripping from q
cut across his low forehead. He looked
up sullenly at our approach. but made
no effort to rise.
Look yere, you black villain"
roared Watkins, irving the lesson
home with his fopt. don't be playin'
possum yer. Stand up an answer Mis-.
ter Carlyle, or yerll git worse clip
than I give yer afore. Whar is the
bloody bnrk7"
Pounding her heart out on the
rocks yonder." he said civiHy, unless
she's slid of an gone down. To the
west, maybe a mile er So"
"What about the crew."
"They got away in the boats, an
likely mostly are ashore. We were In
the last boat launched. and headed
out SO far ter get round a ledge O.
rocks we got lost in the fog. Then the
mist sarter opened an give US
glimpse O. yer topsails. We didn't ex.
pect no fight. once we got aboard
Expected to find something easy, Of
course? Perhaps it would have been
if-what Is 1t you sec out there.
Simms?"
The seaman, who was standing with
followed hands shading his eyes. star
Ing forth into the swirling drapery of
fog, turned at my call and pointed ex-
cltedly. ......... ..-
There's bark aground yonder, sir;
and 1t looks like the Namurl"
Even as crossed the deck to his
side the wreaths Of obscuring mist
seemed to divide, as though swept
apart by some mighty hand. and there
in the full glow Of the sun, a picture
in frame, lay the wrecked vessel.
Others saw 1t as l did, ands gave vent
to recognition.
Damned II 1t amt the old hooker"
"She got what was coming to her all
right mates"
"And she's lousy with treasured"
"Come here, Saml That's the last
Of the Namur."
(To Be Continued)
Two Escape From FsHitsst!sry.