The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-03-04
There Shall BoNoMor Doath" By DuldeDaaner

He was shaking so violently that
his teeth chartered and one side
of his face was horribly laced
with blood running from q scalp
wound.
Cassandra stared, conscious Of
sinking sensation at the sight
of the wet crimson on the lads
face. She felt Evan stiffen. He
muttered something beneath his
breath and stirred as though to
draw away from her and rise and
go over to the boy.
$50 this is the game, is it?
May Baal strike me ,blindp'
They both looked up. A man,
walking in the footsteps of the
fleeing lad, had come around the
stack of Grated wine jars and
paused beside them. He was not
tall, but extraordinarily broad in
the shoulders, conveying an inn
preston Of coarse strength. His
eyes were black and narrow; his
mouth, with it's very full but COM
pressed lips, was abominably sem
sual and equally merciless. He
carried q short wooden club-the
sort that was commonly used by
executioners to break the arm or
leg bones Of condemned criminals
and there was q smear Of blood
on it.
'sIs this what / buy girls for
the pick of the markets to have
'em mauled by the scum that pull
my oars? Stand up, you drab,
and get back where you belong!
What sort Of figure d'you thiak
you'll fetch In the market with all
the bloom rubbed of you by this
son Of nothing. You're my goods
--d'you hear? Get back where.
you belongp'
Cassandra sat Inotionless, still
looking up. She felt as though
she had received blow. Was It
she who had been spoken to like
this?
Evan had risen. Els shadow fell
across her as she sat.
"Get upl D'you want q whip
across your back7a
Cassandra was aware that the
man, with the club stopped and
that his hand was about to fall on
her. A sudden rigidity tensed her
body and arrowy, white-hot flashes
fed along her still limbs.
There was the faint sound Of q
moving chain--a lunge too quick
for her sight to follow it, a blow, a
sound like q grunt and then the
heavy thud of sprawling fall.
Evan stood slightly in front Of
her, his right fist clenched. There
was scarcely any change in his ex-
preston, save that he looked
graver and the line Of his lips was
hard. The masters of the galley
spraWled on the broad of his back.
Cassandra saw what had hap
ened, but could not at once
grasp all that might follow from
it. She stood up quickly.
"Go back into the tent" said
Evan in a rapid, quiet voice.
She looked at him, but did not
dream of obeying.
rSwine! Devil begottenw
The master of the galley was
coming staggeringly to his feet.
His utterance had thickened so
that it was scarcely articulate.
The swollen veins on his forehead
stood right out.
"You-you'd strike me, would
you, you dirtl You're both my
goods--my chattels-that's what
you are, the two of you-and
every man and woman aboard this
ship; I'll show YOU'LL show the
whole crawling lot of you! I
can't touch this girl. can't I? She
shall be stripped naked and
whipped and then thrown into my
cabin to use as | please! I'll show
youW
His face was dark with the con-
gested blood of fury. All the
shackled rowers, reused from sleep
or vacant, hopeless abstraction,
were intent upon the happening.
They had the appearance of beaten
dogs watching the bully who has
cowed them. There was fear IN
their eyes and beneath it hate. A
couple of the sailors had appeared
--nondescript mongrel men, naked
to the waist and wearing loose
trousers gathered at the ankles and
red skull caps.
Cassandra's heart seemed to
check between two beats like q
reined-in horse. The master of tire
galley, steady again upon his feet,
had struck at Evan with his club.
But Evan ducked and then sn1ote
upward, lightning swift. His fist
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