New Britain herald., 1921-09-14

| had been little sleep for Satterlee
more nights than he could remem-
Der. And Rattray might squeaI. What
if the paper should have his own
| name in a headline like that?
He was glad NickeIsen had made
such good time. There was a man
to take the bit in his teeth, He hoped
the captain would realize the game
was played out-that they must both
get away as promptly as possible.
| The doctor and boarding officer
surged away from the Coral Queen
| and Satterlee boarded her. He found
| Nicke1sen in his cabin, reading the
story of the end of the trial.
Hello, Ben" said Nickelsen quiet
ly.
Hello, Nick" Satterlee's nerve had
been strengthened somewhat by the
sight of the captain so ici1y suave
Il see you're light he remarked.
as the captain resumed his reading.
You cabled for immediate depar-
ture. 1 hope 1 know how to obey
orders, Ben"
Don't mind me- Nick. What do
you think Dc the news?''
Sudden, but 1 expected it. Why,
the talk about a light ship? rs
Tweedles after you again for bad
eusiness?''
1T amt Tweedles that's worryin'
me. Cabled him last week our earn |
'ings had taken a big jump. But we
got to get out and get out quick, too, |
because we can't make good on that
CABLE
1T looks that way. How about the
deal Charlie Ii was cooking up?"
''All ready. But don't think you'd
want to bother with ii now"
4, l..
to sail and cover our tracks? It'll |
look natural enough. We can't go |
out and sink an empty ship, and we
need all the cash we can gather"
Might have 'em ready tomorrow |
night. There's 500 of 'em and we'd |
have to clear for Hongkong."
We'll, clear for Hongkong, but we
sail tonight. Let McFarlane go
ashore for a Filipino engineer, and !
a new mate. Ching'll do for second,
and a native crew. You know what
it means"
The whole way!'
Sure, Nickelsen and Satterlee lost
with the Coral Queen-thats what
to doubt it?'
You're right" whispered Satter-
lee. I'VE can't lose any time
Got any word to Rattray?"
Got a message to him last night
that we'd fight to the last ditch, no
matter what happened. That may
hold him, but L don't want to trust
my neck to his nerve
How about the Chink sailors?"
Charles got 'em cooped up some
where in Binondo. They think the
police are after 'em hot
We'll, I've an idea. I'll shanghai
-, Nos1 f1L- 'nr1 al ho1 ao1xC |
tonight, with all the other Chinks-"
Below the Escolta end of the Bridge
of Spain there are ancient landing
steps cut in the stone embankment
of the Pasig river. John Strang
found there a sheltered nook in which
to wash his shirt.
He turned to the soft, shuffling
smacks of sandalled feet on the stones
behind him. A Chinese fruit vendor
was edging in behind the hemp bales,
his swinging baskets along
the narrow shelf.
Flesh f1uit?" asked the coolie.
grinning.
"Quanto?" asked Strang.
Juno centavo," said the coolie.
Strang sought for coppers in his
pockets as he took a mango.
"You-Stlang," said the coolie.
1t was not question, but an as
sertion.
Strang, startled and suspicious, re-
sented the familiarity.
Suppose 1 am-Strang? What the
devil is that to your" he demanded
Me savvy," said the coolie, with a
confident jeer.
Strang stared at him. and he re-
turned the gaze. Finally he put his
thumb and finger into his wallet ana
drew out a golden disk-an American
$40 piece.