The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-12-28
CAPTAIN.
BLOOD
BY Rafael Sabafini
g RAFAEL SABAT1Nl
APPGT. NEA SERVICE. INC

-..orpe's Farm by the river. 1 bore
him thither and and he
sent me for you. Make haste, in
Gods name
Mr.. Blood went off to dress and to
fetch a case of instruments.
CHAPTER II
kirke's Dragons.
Oglethorpes farm stood a mile or
so to the south of Bridgewater on
the right bank of the river.
In the spacious, stone tagged hall,
the doctor found Lord Glldoy. His
cheeks were leaden- hued, his eyes
closed. and from his blue lips came
with each labored breath a faint,
moaning noise.
Mr.. B.ood stood for moment
silently considering his patient. Then
he called for water and linen and
what else he needed for his work
He was still intent upon it a half
hour later when the dragons in
vaded the homestead. The clatter Of
hOoves and hoarse shouts that
heralded their approach disturbed
him not at all. But his lordship,
who had now recovered conscious
ness, showed considerable alarm, and
the battle stained Jeremy Pitt sped
to cover in a clothes press. Baynes
was uneasy.
And then they came rafting and
clanking into the e-flagged hall
"A round dozen jack booted, lobster
coated troopers of the Tangiers
Regiment. led by a sturdy. black
browed fellow with a deal OF gold
lace about the breast OF his coat.
Il am Captain Hobart. of Colonel
Ktrke's dra goons. What rebels do
You harbor?"
The yeoman took alarm at that
ferocious turbulence. 1t expressed
itself in his trembling voice.
III I am no harborer Of
rebels, sir. This wounded gentle
man
"f can see for myself" The Cap
tain stamped forward to the day-bed.
and scowled down upon the gray
faced sufferer.
'Out with him, my lads"
Mr.. Blood got between the day-bed
and the troopers.
In the name of humanity. sir
said he, on a note of anger. This is
England, not Tangiers. The gentle
man is in sore case. lie may not be
moved without peril to his life"
Captain Hobart was amused.
WHO the hell may you be-" he
exploded.
My name is Blood sir-Peter
Blood, a your service"
What brings you here. sir?"
''TliE wounded pantlavoou
fetched to attend him. am a physi-
clan practicng my calling in the
town of Bridgewater."
The Captain sneered. (Which YOU
reached by way of Lyme Regis in
the following OF your bastard Duke"
It was Mr.. Blood'S turn TO sheer.
"If your wit were as big as your
voice, my dear. it's the great man
you'd be by this"
For moment the dragoon was
speeches.. The color deepened in
his face.
You may find me great enough to
hang YOU"
And then his lordship spoke for
himself, in a weak voice.
II make no concealment OF my as
ISOLATION with the Duke of Mon
mouth. I'll take the consequences.
But, II You please, Ill tate them
after trial-by my peers"
Take up the day-bed," said Cap
tain Hobart. land convey him on
that to Bridgewater Lodge him in |
the gaol until 1 take order about
him"
GiIdoy made a feeble effort to put |
forth a hand toward Mr.. Blood. |
II ha tn
your debt. If I live l shall study |
1ow to discharge it,"
AS his lordship was carried out, |
lpon the woman.
what other cursed rebels do you
None other, sir. His lordship e"
But the Captain did not heed him.
He was STOPPING to pick up a soiied
md dusty hat in which there was
pinned a little bunch of oak leaves.
t had been lying near the clothes
'ress in which the unfortunate Pitt !
lad taken refuge. The Captain
miled malevolently.
Then the Captain stepped to the |
'ress. and pulled open one of the
Wings OF its massive oaken door. He
ook the huddled inmate by the coll
ar OF his doublet, and lugged. him
ut into the open.
The soldiers trailed out by the
DOR leading to the interior. Mr.. !
blood was thrust by his guards into
he courtyard. From the threshold !!
I the hall. he looked back at Cap
ain Hobart. and his sapphire eyes !
'ere blazing.
CHAPTER III
The Lord Chief Justice.
It was not until two months later
on the 18th OF Superintendent
eter Blood was brought to trial, !,
pom charge Of high treason. Two II
lonths of inhuman. unspeakable i'm u