Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1923-11-16

I
! breasted across a bit of thicket.
began to see we should have a
! brush for it in earnest, and looked
to my printing.
Captain" said /, "Trelawney is
the dead shot Give him your gdn;
his own is useless
They exchanged guns, and Ire
| lawney, silent and cool, as he had
been since the beginning of the
hustle, hung for a moment on his
heel to see that all was fit for service.
At the same time, observing Gray
to be unarmed, handed him my cut
lass. 1t did all our hearts good to
see him spit in his hand, knit his
brows, and make the blade sing
through the air. 1t was plain from
every line of his body that our new
hand was worth his salt,
Forty PAGES farther we came to
the edge of the wood and saw the
stockade in front of us. We struck
the Enclosure about the middle OF
the south side, and almost at the
same time, seven mutineers - Job
Anderson, the boatswain at their
head-appeared in full cry at the
southwestern corner
They paused as if taken aback,
and before they recovered, not only
the squire and l, but Hunter and
Joyce from the blOck-hOuse had time
to fire. The four shots came in rather
a scattering volley, but they did
the business; one of the enemy ac-
tually fell, and the rest, without
hesitation, turned and plunged in
to the trees.
After reloading, we walked down
the outside of the palisde to see toI
the fallen enemy. He was stone dead
shot through the heart.
We began to rejoice over our good
success, when Just at that moment a
pistol cracked in the bush, a ball
whistled close past my ear, and poor
Tom Redruth stumbled and fell his
length on the ground. Both the
squire and I returned the shot, but
as we had nothing to aim at, it is
probable we only wasted our powder.
Then we reloaded and turned our
attention to poor Tom.
The captain and Gray were al
ready examining him, and l saw
with half an eye that all was over.
/ believe the readiness of our re-
turn volley had scattered the muffin
GERS once more, for we were suffered
without further molestation to get
the poor old gamekeeper hOisted over
the stockade and carried, grooming |
and bleeding, into the log house.
Poor old fellow! he had not ut
tered one word of surprise, COM
plant, fear, or even acquiescence, /
from the very beginning of our
troubles till now, when we had laid |
him down in the log house to die. He |
had lain like Trojan behind his
mattress in the gallery; he had fol-
lowed every order silently, doggedly, |
and well; he was the Oldest of our
party by a score of years; and now,
sullen. old, serviceable servant, it
was he to die.
The squire dropped down beside
him on his knees and kissed his hand,
crying like a child.
"Be 1 going, doctOr?" he asked.
"Tom, my man." said l, you're
going home"
Il wish l had had a lick at them
with the gun first" he replied.
tom" said the squire, SAY you
forgive me, won't your"
would that be respectful like,
from me to you, squire?' was the
answer. "Howsoever, so be 1t, amen! !"
After a little while of silence he
said he thought somebody might
read a prayer. Its the custom, sir,
he added, apologetically. And not
long after, without another word
he passed away.
In the meantime the captain,
whom l had observed to be wonder
fully swollen about the chest ana
pockets, had turned out great many
DVff TGh nnI I
Bible. a coil of stOutish rope, pen,
ink, the log-book, and pounds OF to-
Dacco. He had found a longish fir
tree lying felled and cleared in the
nclosure, and with the help of Hunt
er, he had set it up at the corner OF
he dollhouse where the trunks
crossed and made an angle. Then, !
climbing on the roof, he had with
lis own hand bent and run up the
,olors. !
This seemed nightly to relieve [
him. He re-entered the Lighthouse [
md set about counting up the stores, {
Is if nothing else existed. But he
lad an eye on Toms passage for all s
hat, and as soon as all was over I
,ame forward with another flag and {
'eyerently spread it on the body. ,
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shaking the squire's hand. "Alls Q
veil with him; no fear for a hand {
hats been shot down in his duty
O captain and owner. 1t mayn't be 7
rood divinity, but it's a fact.
Then he pulled me aside.
Doctor Livesey," said he, 'in how r
many weeks do you and squire ex q
,ect the consort?"
l told him it was a question, not +
# weeks, but of months; that if we v
we're not back by the end of August, Y
3landly was to send to find us, but f
leither sooner or later. "You can :
aIculate for yourself" l said :
"Why, yes" returned the captain, j
his head, "and making h
arge allowance, sir, for all the gifts /
f Providence, 1 should say we were
retty close hauled"
Glow do you mean?" l asked. +
cts a pity, sir, we lost that sec {
nd load. That's what l mean" re- Y
lied the captain. CAS- for powder Il
nd shot, Wen do But the Tations 0
re short, very short-so short, Doc
or Livesey, that we're perhaps as
veil without that extra mouth" /
And he DOinted to the dead body =