Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1922-03-30
CHAPTER XVII.
OF Which Cookie Is the Hero.


Nexf morning came out of the hut
in time to see Mr.. Shaw and his com
panIOn I'm duress led forth from the
sleeping quarters which they had
shared with their captOIs. They were
mOOred as before to palm tree, by
rope having play Of two or three
feet, and their hands unbound while
they made a hasty breakfast under
the eye Of watchful sentinel. Then
their wrists were tied again, not pain
fully, but with tirmncSS which made
any slipping Of their bonds impossible.
While the pirates were breukfasting
a spirited dispute took place among
them as TO who should go 10 the treas
ure cave and who stay In camp TO
guard the prisoners. Slinker and
Horny urged with justice that, as they
had missed all the excitement of the
preceding day, II was their turn Ia
visit the cave. The right to see the
Bones they pasSiOnately claimed. Tony
supported them, and II ended with
Chris and Captain Magnus being told
of as our guards for the morning.
In leaving the cabin had Slipped into
my blouse small penknIfe which
had found in Aunt James bag. Ii was
quite new, and | satisfied myself that
the blades were keen. My own large
sheath-knife and my revolver / mad
been deprived of at the suggestion Of
the thoughtful MagnuS. | had surren'
dered them unprOteStingly, fearful OF
all things that my possessions might
he ranSacked and Peters diary, though
hidden with much art at the bottom of
the bag, be brought 10 light. For
might yet sell the secret of the Island
Queen at a price which should re-
deem US all.
As the heat increased q voice OF
lamentatiOn broke from Chris. He was
dry-dry enough to drink up the con-
demned ocean. No, he Gidn't want
spring water, which Cookie ObseQuiOuS-
ly rendered him; he wanted a drink
wouldn't anybody but u fool Niger
know that? There was plenty of the
real stuff aboard the schooner, on the
other side of djective-island,
Why had they, with incredible lack OF
fOrethOught, brought along nothing
but their pocket TASKS? Why hadn't
they sent the adjective niger back
for mOrei Where was the bottle or
two that had been rooted out last
night from the medical stores? Empty
Every last drop gone Down seI.isLSdI.sS
greedy outlet? The adjectives came
thick and fast as Chris hurled the
bottle into tn bay, where 1t swan
bObblngly upon the ripples. Captain
Magnus agreed with the glst OF
Chris remarks but deprecated, in
truly philOsOplI ical spirit, their u
profitable heat. There waSR an
liquor, so what W sNthc s7OdC max
ing an adjective .s3 Haunt he en-.
dured the equiv ~ chris pres
ent sufferings for weeks? lie was bid
ing his time, he was. PLENTY If drink
by and by, plenty of all that makes
life soft and easy. He net there
wouldn't many hit any higher spots
than him. He bet there was one lit
tie girl that would be looked on as
lucky, In case she was good little
girl and encouraged him to snow his
natural kindness. And l was favored
with a blOOd-curdling leer from across
the camp, of which l had put as
much as possible between myself and
the object of my dread.
But now, like a huge black Gany-
mede, appeared Cookie, bearing cups
and large stone crock.
ut suhtinly am a fact. Mistah Chris,
sah," said Cookie, dat dey is a mighty
unspirituOus fluidlty bout dis we're
spring watah. Down war l is come
from no pussOns of de Four Hund'ed
amt even 'custOmed to partake of
such. But the sasslety has been in
lately round dis yere camp amt of de
cOnvivulOus Ordah; ole Cookie had to
keep it dark dat he got his lille drop O
comfort on de side. Dis yere's only
homemade stuff, sab. 'Tain't what |
could Offah to gennelmun II SO be |
is got the makin's of a genuwine old
style julep what is de beverage of de
fust families. But bein' as 1t is, it am
mighty GOBLIN, sab. and 1t got a lille
kick to it-nOt much, but jes' enough
to make a gennelmun feel lax he is
one"
Cookies tones dripped humility and
Precipitation. He offered the brimTINu
cup cringingly TO the pale-eyed, red
nOsed Chris. who reached for It with
alacrity, drank deep, smacked his lips
meditatively, and after moment
passed the cup back.
"'Taint so worse" he said approx
ingly. Anyhow. it's drinkr'
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.
Il guess yOu-all is got stronger
haids den dat young gennelmun !" he
remarked. dis yere ole niggah has
help hisself mighty freely and dat
prohibitlOnist Miss Harding amt eveh
found 1t out. Fac is, 1t am puffeckIy
harmless 'cept when de haid is weak"
False, false Cookie! Black brother
In perfidy to Mr.. Tubbs! One friend
the less to be depended on If a chance
for freedom ever came to usl
Cookie refilled the pirates cups, and
set the crock beside them on the
ground.