The Pulaskian., 1919-10-03

| pidS, Jr.
 That night We made Harbour island, and met that welcome that can only be met at the lonely ends of the earth.
 The eommandant and the clergyman took me under their wings on the spot, and, though there was Q good hotel, the eommandant didn't consider it. good enough for me.
 liked the attitude they took toward my adventure. Their comments on ''Henry P. Tobias, Jr." and the paper had with me, were specially enlight- ening.-
 ''The black men themselves" they both agreed, "are all right, except, of course, here and there. It's fellows like this precious Tobias, real white trash-the negroes name for them is apt enough-that are the danger for the friendship of both races. And it's the vein of a sort of a literary ideal ism in fellow like Tobias that makes him the more dangerous. He's not all to the bad"
 T couldn't help thinking that too," interrupted
 Oh, no" they said, "but he's a bit mad, too. That's his trouble. He's got a personal, as we'll as an abstract. grudge against the British govern ment"
 'sTreasure?' I laughed.
 How did you know?n they asked.
 Never mind; I somehow got the idea"
 'Take a word of advice. Have a few guns with you, for you're liable to need them.'
 q agree" remarked. 'Tll take the guns all right, but I'm afraid I'll need some more crew. mean I'll want an engineer, and another deck hand"
 And, just as I said this, there came up some one post-haste from the will iage; some one, too, that wanted the clergyman, as we'll as me, for my cap tain was i'll, and at the point of death.
 What on earth can be the trouble?n said. but, the three Of us, including the cDmmandant went.
 We found the captain lying in his berth, writhing with cramps
 What on earth have you been doing with yourself, Cap?" I asked.
 T did nothing, sir, but eat my din ner, and drink that claret you were kind enough to give me"
 "The half-bottls of claret?" | etsv
 Well, there was nothing to hurt you in that" said. Did you take 1t half and half with water, as I told you?'
 Il did indeed. sir.''
 It's very funny" I said And then as he began to writhe and stiffen, I called out to Tom: "Get some rum, Tom, and make it boiling hot, quick quick! We must get him into sweat.'''
 Very soon we did. Then I said to Tom:
 What do you make out of this smell that's coming from him. Tom?" Kerosene, sar," said Tom.
 "I thought the very same," I said.
 Tom becizoned me to go with him to the galley. and showed me several quart bottles of water standing on a shelf
 "Two of these were kerosene" he said land I suppose Gap made mis- take;" for one looked as clear as the other
 Then I took one of them back to the captain.
 "Was it bottle like this you mixed with the claret?" I asked.
 Sure it was. sir.' he answered, writhing hard with the cramps.
 But mani" I said. Couldn't you tell the difference between that and water?"
 "I thought it tasted funny, boss, but I wasn't used to claret."
 And then we had to laugh again, and I thought old Tom would die.
 "A nigger's stomach and his head" said the commandant, "are about the same. really don't know which is the stronger"
 The captain didn't die, though he came pretty near to it. In fact, he took so iong getting on his feet, that we couldn't wait for him; so we had practically to look out for new crew.. with the exception of Tom, and Sailor Tine commandant proved a good friend to us in this, choosing three somewhat characterless men, with good "char- acters.'
 As we said goodby, with spanking southwest breeze blowing, could see l that he was a little anxious about me.
 "Take care of yourself" he said, flor you must remember none of us can take care of you. There's no set l clement where you're going-no tele- graph or wireless; you could be mur- l dered, and none of us hear of it for 1 a month, or forever And the fellows you're after are a dangerous lot, take f-.. T. x1 .x.t. <~w&