Evening journal., 1923-01-05


Pitt, a young shipmaster, who refuse
to answer certain questions put TO mir
By the enraged colonel, who Is the own
or Of both Blood and Pitt.
you don't know Well, here's e
quicken your wits" Again the cane
decended. Have you thought OF
his name YETI"
Pitt shrugged, shifted sideways or
his feet again, and settled int dog
eed silence. Colonel Bishops tenn
per was never one that required
much provocatlon. Fierceiy now he
dashed those defenseless shoulders,
accompanying each blow by bias
phemy and foul abuse, until the
lingering embers Of his manhood
famed into momentary fame, Pitt
sprang upon his tormentor.
But as ne sprang. so also sprang
the watchful blacks. Muscular
bronze arms coiled crushingly about
the frail white body. and in mo-
ment the unfortunate slave stood
powerless.
Breathing hard. his face mottled.
Bishop pondered him a moment
Then: Fetch him along" he said.
They came out upon the green
plateau and headed for the stockade
and the overseer's white house.
Pitts eyes looked out over Carlisle
Bay OF which this plateau command
ed a clear view.
In the roads. standing in for the
shore before a gentle breeze that
scarcely ruffled the sapphire surface
OF the Caribbean, came a stately red
hulled frigate, flying the English en-
sign.
At her pesent rate OF progress 1t
would be an hour. perhaps, before
she came to anchorage within the
harbor. Pitt was hurried forward
into the stockade, and clapped into
the stocks that stood there ready for
slaves who required correction.
Colonel Bishop followed him pres
emily with lelsurely, rolling gait.
"a mutinous cur that shows his
fangs to his master must learn good
manners at the cost OF striped /
hide" was all ne said before setting
about his executioner's job.
When. at last, from very weari- |
ness. Colonel Bishop flung away the |
stump and thongs TO which his cane
had been reduced. the wretched
slaves back was bleeding pulp from
neck TO waist.
Colonel Bishop set his foot upon
he crossbar, and leaned over his
-ictim. a cruel smile on his full,
coarse face.
"Let that teach you a proper sub
nission." said he And now touch
ng that any friend of yours, you
hall stay here without meat or
rink-without meat or drink. dye
rear me?-until you please to tell
ne his name and business" He
ook his foot from the bar. when
-ou've had enough OF this, send me /
vord, and well have the branding
rons to you"
on that he laughed, swung on his
leel. and strobe out OF the stockade,
is negroes following.
The slave writhed in his stocks
.ntil he was in danger OF breaking
lis limbs, and writing. screamed in
gony.
Thus was he found by Peter Blood.
Who seemed to the lads troubled
ision to materiallze suddenly before
i'm. Mr.. Blood carried a large pal
aetto leaf. Having whisked away
With this the flies that were devour-
ne Jeremy's back, ne slung II by a
trip OF fibre from his neck, so that
| protected him from further at (
acks as well as from the rays or
he sun. Next, sitting down beside
he sufferer, he drew the lads head
Town on his own shoulder, and
,athed his face from a pannikin OF
old water. Pitt shuddered and
noaned on a long. indrawn breath.
The great red ship had drawn con-
sidera.bly nearer shore by now. Slow
Iy. majesticaly, she was entering
ne bay.
An angry voice aroused him from
bis unhappy thoughts.
what the, devil are you doing
here?" h
The returning Colonel Bishop
came striding into the stockade, his
following ever. 4.
Mr.. Blood turned 10 face him. and
over that swarthy countenance-
which. indeed, by now was tanned TO
The golden brown Of half-caste In
dana mask descended.
Doing ?" said ne blandly. why.
The duties of my office"
The Colonel. striding furious!y
'orward. observed two things. The
IMPLY pannikin on the seat beside
he prisoner. and the palmetto leaf
his back.
Il said he was to have neither
neat nor drink until 1 ordered g."
sure. now, 1 never heard ye."
''YOu never heard me? How
hould you have heard me when
-ou weren't here?"
Then how did ye expect me to
now what orders ye'd given2" Mr..
5lood's tone was now positively ag-
-rieved
The planter thrust him aside with
IN imprecation, and stepping for
ward tore the palmetto leaf from
he prisoners back.
in the name Of humanity, now
q" Mr.. Blood was beginning.
At that moment terrific rolling
drowned his voice and
hook the very air. Colonel Bishop
umped. his Negroes jumped with
i'm. and so even did the apparently
Mr.. Blood. Then the
our Of them stared together sea
varde.
Down in the bay all that could be
cen Of the great ship. standing
low within a cable's-length Of the
ort, we're her topmasts thrusting
-boye cloud Of smoke in which
ne was enveloped.
As those men started from the