Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-02-04
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nosed Chris, who reached for 1t with
alacrity, drank deep, smacked his lips
meditatiyely, and after a moment
passed the cup back.
"NTain't SO worse" he said approx
ingly. Anyhow, it's drink !"
Magnus suddenly began to laugh.
"S'elp me, it's the same dope what
laid out the Honorable !" he chortled.
"Here, darby, let's have a swig Of it!
Cookie complied, joining respectful
ly In the captains mirth.
II guess you-all is got stronger
haids den dat young gennelmun! he
remarked. "Dis yere ole niggah has
help hisself mighty freely and dat
prohibitionIst Miss Harding amt even
found 1t out. Fac is, 1t am puffeckly
harmless 'cept when de haid Is weak"
False, false Cookiel Black brother
in perfidy to MI. Tubbsl One friend
the less to be depended on II q chance
for freedom ever came to us!
Cookie refilled the pirates cups, and
set the crock beside them on the
ground.
'In case you gennelmun feels yo'-
sells q lille thursty later on" he re-
marked. He was retiring, when Cap
tain Magnus called to him.
"Blackie, this amt bad. It's coolin',
but thln-a real nice ladylike sort Of
drink, i should say. Suppose you take
a swig over to Miss jimmy there with
my compliments-I'm one to always
treat a lady generous If she gives me
half a chance"
Obediently Cookie FASTENED for an
other cup, set 1t on a tray, and APP
preached me with bis old-time ornate
manner. / faced him with a whitening
look, but, unmindful, he bowed, pre-
senting me the cup, and interposlng his
bulky person between me and the
deeply quaffing pirates. AT the same
time his voice reached me, pitched In
a low and anxious key.
go de Lawd's sake, Miss jimmy,
spill 1t outl 1t am mighty powerful
dope-it done fumented twice as long
as befo'--it am boun' to give dat trash
de blind-staggahs sho'tlyW
Instantly l understood, and a thrill
of relief and Of hope inexpressible
shot through me. l put the cup to my
lips and after a brief parade of drink
ing passed 1t back to Cookie, spilling
the contents on the ground en- route.
Gradually the rough disjointed talk
of the sailors began to languish. Gov
ertly watching, l saw that Chris head
had begun to droop. The hand that
held the cup was lifted, stretched out
In the direction of the enticing jar,
then forgetting its errand fell heavily.
After a few spasmodic ~twitchlngs Of
the eyelids and uneasy grunts, Chris
slumbered.
Captain Magnus was Of tougher fl
Der. But he, too. grew silent and
there was a certain meal-sack limp
ness about his attitude. His dulled
eyes stared dreamily. All at once,
with q jerk, he reused himself, turned
over and administered to the sleeping
Chris a prod with his large boot.
"Hey, there, wake up! What right
you got to be asleep Mt the switch?"
But Chris only breathed more heav-
lily.
Captain Magnus himself heaved a
tremendous yawn, settled back In
greater comfort against his sustain
ing tree and closed his eyes. I waited,
counting the seconds by the beating
of the blood In my ears. In the back
ground Cookie lowered apprehenslye-
~. Plainly he would go on lowering
unless loud snores from the pirates
gave him assurance. For myself, I
sat lingering my penknife, wondering
whether / ought to rush over and
plunge 1t into the sleepers' Threats.
This would be heroic and practical,
but unpleasant. II, on the other hand,
l merely tried to free the prisoners
and Captain Magnus woke, what
then? The palm where they were tied
was a dozen yards from me, much
nearer to the guards, and within range
of even their most languid glance.
Beyond the prisoners was Miss
Browne, glaring uncomprehendingly
over the edge of her book, There was
no help in Miss Browne.
/ left my seat and stole on feet
which seemed to stir every leaf and
twig to loud complaint toward the
captive pair. Tense, ~motionless, with
burning eyes, they waited. There was
a movement from Captain Magnus;
he yawned. turned and muttered. I
stood stricken, my heart beating with
loud thumps against my ribs. But the
captains eyes remained closed.
"Virginia--quIck, virginia." Dugald
Shaw was stretching out his bound
hands to me, and had dropped on
my knees before him and begun to cut
at the knotted cords. They were
tough strong cords, and | was hacking
at them feverishly when something
bounded across the clearing and flung
itself upon me. Crusoe, of course!-
and Wild with the Joy Of reunion. /
strangled a cry of dismay, and with
one hand tried to thrust him off while
l cut through the rope with the other.
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