The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1919-06-20
CHAPTER IV-continued.


In the intensity of my feelings
must have unconsciously spokel
aloud, for shaggy head suddenl,
popped out from the berth beneath
where I lay, and Haleys interested
voice asked solicitously:
"Hy, thar; whut's up, mate? "
was mutterin' way thar an not dis
turbin' ne none, till We got ter talkin
bout sum Teller called Sanchez. Their
l sorter got bit interested. I know6
tibet cuss onct," and he spat, as
though to thus better express his
feelings. "The ID ornary pirate
l laughed, my whole mental mood
changed by this remark.
do you refer to Black Sanchez?
I've heard of him; were you ever in
his hands?"
"Wus II" he laughed grimly. ST
he'd eight months of it, mate, and a
greater demon never sailed. The
things l saw done ye'd never believe
no human bein' could do. If ever thar
wus two people in one skin, sir, it's
thet Black Sanchez. When he's playin'
off fer good he's as soft an sweet
as dandy in Piccadilly, an when
he's real he's like devil in hell"
Were you a prisoner-or did you
sail under him?"
Both. fer the matter o. tibet. He
give me the choice ter serve er walk
the plank. I wus eighteen, an he'd
an o. mother at Deal"
b,,f 10
cay, l did thet," chuckling over the
recollection. ''But 1 he'd ter wait
eight months fer the luck
Il had a shipmate once" observed,
interested in his story, ''who claimed
to have seen the fellow; he described
him as being very large man, with
intensely black, hawklike eyes and
heavy black beard almost hiding his
face"
Maybe he looked like that when he
saw him, but he amt no bigger man
than | am; he won't weigh as much
by fifteen pound. Fact is he mighty
seldom looks the same, fer thet's part
D. his game. I've seen him in all sorts
o. DISCUSSES. It's only his eyes he
can't hide, an thar's been times when |
[ thought they wus the ugliest eyes
ever saw. He's sure an ornary devil, |
an when he gifts mad, I'd rather be |
Rfront of tiger. Besides fghtin's his |
trade, an no weaklin' amt goin' ter
control the sort O. chaps he's got ter |
handle. Most of 'em would murder
him in 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
ike?
'Oh. sorter swashbucklin' Spanish
kind whit likes ter dress up
IN play the dandy. He's got a pink
IN white complexion, the Castilian
Kind, yer know, an wears little mus
ache, waxed up at the ends. / heard
he wus about forty-five; 1 reckon he
nNst be tibet, but he didn't look older
han thirty"
Haley dropped of to sleep, but my
mind continued to wander until it con-
ured up once again this West Indian
pirate. His name and the story Of
lis exploits had been familiar to me
,ver since l first went to sea- While
,nly one among many operating in
hose haunted waters his fesourceful-
less, daring and cruelty had won him
IN infamous reputation, name Of
lorror. In those days, when the curse
II piracy made the sea a terror, no
man could ever have sue
.eeded in attaining such supremacy
n crime.
Black SanchezIand Haley pictured
lin as dandified, ordinary appear
ng individual, with white and red
a small mustache and
flashing dark eyes-a mere Spanish
gallant, without special distinction.
Why, that description, strangely
nough. fitted almost exactly this fel-
ow on board, this other Sanchez. Il
The suspicion which had crept into
~ mind was 30 absurd, 50 unspeak-
bly, silly and impossible that
aughed At myself and dismissed the
raSy thought. Chuckling over It III
|nalIy fen asleep-