The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1920-03-05
CHAPTER xxxiII.
Before the Governor.

ne SOuuu StdTtleU meS 1 lIudSlueu
l heard the keel slipping. yet before we
had reached the door opening on deck
the slight movement ceased. My hand
gripped the frightened Haines.
"Tell them in the boat to do Us l
said; then come back here"
MY God, sir, she's a goin' down. !"
mot for some minutes yet. There
are thousands of pounds In that chest I;
you've risked life for less many a
time. Jump. my mani"
The boat lay in close, bobbing up
and down dangerously, yet held firmly
beneath the opened port. The box
was heavy enough to tax the strength
Of two men to handle 1t, but of a size
and shape permitting its passage.
Sanchez had raised himself again, and
chung there to the edge Of the bunk
watching us.
snow let down easy, lads" l called.
"No, place II amidships; get 1t even, or
you 60 over. Fix it to ride steady, and
stand by--weu pass q wounded man
out to you !"
l stepped ros to Sanchez. He saw
me coming. and drew back. his CHASTITY
face like q mask.
mo you don't, Carlyle |" he snapped
angrily. keep your hands of me.
So you want me to die with my neck
in a moose, do your I was born a gen
tleman, and. by God I'll die like one
and 60 down with my ship. Get out of
here now! You won'tf You will, or
else die here with mel I'll give you a
minute to make your choice"
He left no doubt as to his meaning.
From beneath the blanket, the black
muxzle Of a pistol looked straight into
my eyes. The hand holding it was
firm. the face fronting me savagely
%sardonic.
I'D like to kill you, Carlyle" he
Kissed hatefully. by God, I don't
know why I shouldn't. Every time !
look at you I see her face. II you take
a step nearer I pull the trigger--go y
1t was q 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 chung to my arm. and when
ever l turned toward her our eyes met.
There was a sudden cry forward,
and a voice shouted:
There she goes, buckles! That's
the last o. the Namur! I"
turned swiftly. my hand grasping
her fingers as they chung 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 q
broken bowsprit, and q tangle OF
wreckagc tossed about on the crest
Of the waves. I watched breathlessly
unable to utter q sound: I could only
think Of that stricken man In the cabin
those wild eyes which had threa tened
me. He was gone nOw-gone!
I yet held Dorothy's hand tightly
clasped in my own. and the depths Of
her uplifted eyes questioned me
"We will go aft. dear. and I will tel
you the whole story" I said gently
'for now we are homeward bound"
write these few closing lines d veal
later in the cabin of the Ocean Spray
a three master, full to the hatche!
with a cargo of tobacco, bound fol
London, and a market. Dorothy is OF
deck. eagerly watching for the frs
glimpse Of the chalk cliffs Of ole
England. l must Join her presently
yet llnger below to add these final sen
| fences.
There 10, after all, little which need!
to be said. The voyage Of the SAINT,
Marie north proved %uneventful, and
after that first night Of storm, tn
weather held pleasant and the Sc,
fairly smooth. l had some trouble witt
the men. but nothing serious. as Wa
kins and Haines held as I did, and tn
pledge Of Dorothy's influence brough
courage. l refused to open the chest
believing our safety. and chance o
pardon, would depend largely on GU