Evening star., 1924-09-30
only widowed mother. sir. and
a brother"

a brother"
They got any property"
NO, sir. ....-
what does your brother do"
Works on farm, sir"
Hum. yes. thought as much; cou-
!, pie of. nets and an old boat stopped
up with tar-huh. Never mind.
you're healthy: you'll SELL"
He said something in Arabic to
the old Moor, who wagged his How
| ing beard and went on with his
| leads.
You can go!" said the captain.
| motioning to the guide: then as Ortho
| neared the door he called out "Avast
| minute" Ortho turned about
You say you come from near
Penzance. Well, did you run athwart
a person by the name of Gish by
| any chance? Capt. jeremiah Gish? ?
he was a Penzance man, ] remem-
ber Made mint O. money shipping
black birds to the Plate River and
retired home to Penzance. or so I've
heard. Gish is the name Jerry Gish. {"
Ortho gaped. Gish-Capt. Jerry
he should think he did know him. He
had been one Of Teresa's most ardent
suftors at one time, and still hung
after her, admired her gift of vitu-
peration: had been in the Star Inn
that night he had robbed her of the
hundred pounds. Capt Jerry. They
were always meeting at races and
such like; had made several disas-
trous bets with him. Old Jerry Gish, ,
II sounded strange to hear that
familiar name here among all these
twinge of Inconsistencies
We'll" said the corsair captain.
never heard Of HIM 1 SUPPOSE
Ortho recovered himself.
indeed, sir, l know him very we'll. I"
The captain sat up.
| How"
1t flashed on ortho that he must be
careful. To disclose the circum-
stances under which he had hob-
nobbed with Jerry Gish would be to
give himself away.
How"
Ortho licked his lips.
he used to come to Cove a lot, sir.
was friendly like with the innkeeper
there. Was very gentlemanly with
his money Of an evening"
The captain sank back, his sus-
picions lulled. He laughed.
Free with the drink. mean you?
Aye, I warrant old Jerry would be
that. Ha, ha!"
He sat smiling at recollections.
drumming his short fingers on the
table.
Some flying spray heads ratified on
the stern windows The brass lamn
swung back and forth, it's shadow
swimming with 1t up and down the
floor. The watchkeeper muttered in
his sleep. Outside the wind moaned
The captain looked up.
USED to .be a shipmate Of mine,
Jerry-when we were boys. Many a
game we've played Did y~ever. hear
him tell a story?'
"Often, sir"
You did, did you: Spins good
yarn, Jerry-none better. Ever hear
him tell Of what we did to that old
Niger woman in Port O. Spain?
HacBride.s my name-Ben MacBride.
Yes: I believe did, SIR
That's good yarn, that-eh? My
God. she screeched. Ha, har. Tears
trickled out of his eyes at the mem
ory. Told you a good few yarns, /
expectT
Yes, sfr-many."
Remember emp
Il think so, sir" ~
DO you? Hum-hurr!~ He looked
at 'Ortho again. Seemed to be con-
sidering. do you? All. hem. Yes,
very good. Well, you must go now.
Time to snug down. Ahmed.'
The guide stood to attention, re-
cefved some instructions In Arabic
and led Ortho away. At the galley
door he stopped, went inside, and
| came out bearing a lump Of meat and
small cake, which he thrust on
Ortho and made motions to show that
it was by the captains orders
Three minutes later he was sh hackled
down again.
How did you fare!" tho Brixham
man grunted drowsily.
Not so bad" said Ortho.
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