Judsonia weekly advance., 1921-02-10

 l ing n pannikin of fresh water, this man grabbed it, draining it and dropped dead
 When we were back aboard the Grosyenor, l for my part in the res cue was put in irons.
 This wreck incident, added to fur ther needless abuse of the men and the further failure of the captain to live up to his promise of putting in for better food, infiamed the crew be- yond endurance. They watched their chance, rushed the poop in the night and killed the captain. They then killed Mir. Duckling. They might have killed me, too, notwithstanding that had shown sympathy to them. but somebody had to navigate the ship to within fifty miles of the Florida coast, which was where they intend ed to abandon her and row ashore.
 Having the safety of the young girl and her father as well as my own life to think of, I agreed to act as navi- gator.
 was having my supper in the cabin under the new regime when I felt touch on my arm. looked up. It was Miss Robertson, the rescued girl. Before I could prevent her she took my hand and kissed it. She told me then of the wrecked ship. Her fa- ther, a wealthy Liverpool merchant, was the owner of the ship, which had been bound home from Cape Town. After the storm, the officers and crew, fearing the ship would sink under them. had taken to the boats. She and her father had spent a terrible three days on the wreck, and now her father, already a nervous wreck, was shaken anew by the frightful threats of the mutineers here. She trusted to me for the safety of her father and herself.
 Her trust inspired me with a new energy. To save them I was now ready to play any game whatever with Stevens, who was the leader of the mutineers. Our boatswain, who had not wished to join them, but to save his life had done so, was on my side. It was he who told me that Stevens was intending to scuttle the ship be- fore taking to the boats, and so leave me and the passengers to our fate.
 We planned to frustrate him. By this time we had taken Miss Robert son into our confidence. One night our bOatswain apparently fell over- board and was drowned; but he had not fallen overboard-it was a box of ten-pennY pails, which I had thrown over the side. This was the night be- fore that day when Stevens went be- low and bored the auger holes which were to do for the ship; but as fast as Stevens bored a hole, the boatswain, who had been hiding below for that very thing, followed and plugged 1t up.
 Thinking he had scuttled the ship, Stevens came on deck and led the crew to the boats, grinning eyilly at Miss Robertson and myself as he did so. They had not rowed far from the ship when the bOatswain showed himself on deck. Stevens saw him. We've been trickedp he cried, and headed back for the ship. The wind was ris- ing at the time, but there was not enough way yet on the ship to outrun the boats. They tried to board us by the main chains. As they did, the boatswain with a handspike and with a revolver killed or hurled back into the sea all but one of them. That one was not so bad as the others, and we saved him to help work on the ship. Throughout the fight Miss Rob- ertson, who had been gaining strength every hour, held the wheel so that the ship should not be caught aback ana the spars come down on us.
 We had now to work the ship to the nearest land; but the increasing wind made it dangerous with our meager 1 crew, to keep sail on her We worked like dogs to reduce sail but the wind became too much for us. It came on 1s like a solid wall; the seas rolled to our tops. Spars cracked and hung 1 down over our decks. Only after the most exhausting toll did we manage | to clear away the most dangerous of | tne DTOhen SDdTS. III tue lelSnl Ol IL poor MT. Robertson died. l read the eleventh chapter of St. John over his | body.
 In time the wind abated but the sea, continuing to tumble and roar, strained our ship so that she sprang a leak. There were not enough of us to keep her pumped out. We pumped till our arms fell to our sides; but of no avail. When the water was to our main chains we took to the boats ; and it was then, when we believed we were doomed to die, that Mary Robert son and I confessed our love for each other, she the daughter of a wealthy man and I a poor, penniless sailor.
 The sun was setting; the sky, far to the north and south, a golden color ; the sea was a purple glare the heav- ems a tender green and blue; and while we were gazing on all this glory, the ship went down.
 That night, before the rough seas could swallow us, a steamer picked l T