Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-11-04
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
published by Arrangement With First National Pictures,
Inc. Copyrighted by Houghon- Miffn Company
CHAPTER WILL Continued)


against the wooden wall of the cabin.
He opened it and took thence a leather
bag. From this he produced handful of
jewels He thrust them under Sir divers
nose.
HAPPY" said he, ''ye1l be acquainted
make up the sum, since your brother had
not the whole two hundred pound in coin.
Take look at them"
Sir oliver recognized a ring and a long
pearshaped pearl earring that had been his
brothers.; he recognized a medallion that he
himself had given Lionel two years ago. and
so, one by one, he recognized every trinE ct
placed before him.
His head dropped to his breast, and he
sat thus while like man stunned
my Cod" he groaned miserably at last.
"Who, then, is left me! Lionel, too!
lionel"
A sob shook the great frame. Two tears
slowly trickled down that haggard face and
were lost in the stubble of beard upon his
chin.
81 am cursed!' he said.
Never without such evidence could he
have believed this thing. From the mo-
ment that he was beset outside the gates of
Godolphin Court he had conceived it to be
the work of Rosamund, and his listlessness
was begotten Of the thought that she could
have suffered conviction of his guilt and her
hatred of him to urge her to such lengths
as these
This conviction had been gall and worm
wood to him. it had drugged his very
senses reducing him to a listless inditfer-
ence to any fate that might be reserved him.
Yet it had not been so bitter draft as this
present revelation. After all, in her case
there were some grounds for the hatred that
had come to take the place of her erstwhile
love. But in Lionels what grounds were
possible? What motives could exist for
,aI,o
strous, loathly egoism which desired per-
haps to insure that the blame for the death
of Peter Godophin should not be shifted
from the shoulders that were unjustly bear
ing it, and the accursed desire to profit by
the removal of the man who had been
brother, father and all else to him?
He shuddered in sheer horror. 1t was in
credible, and yet beyond a doubt it was true
For all the love which he had showered
upon Lionel, for all the sacrifices of self
which he had made to shield him, this was
Lionels return. Were all the world against
him he still must have believed Lionel true
to him, and in that belief must have been
enheartened a little. And now-his sense
of loneliness, of utter destituton, over
whelmed him. Then slowly of his sorrow
resentment was begotten, and being begot-
ten it grew rapidly until it filled his mind
and whelmed in its turn all else.
Master Leigh" said he, what is your
"Why, Sir Oliver" said he, Il think the
price I was paid to carry you off would be
a fair one The one would wipe out tother
as it were"
you shall have twice the sum when you
land me on Trefusis point again" was the
instant answer
The captains little eyes blinked and his
shaggy red eyebrows came together in a
frown. Here was too speedy an acquiescence.
There must be guile behind it, or he knew
nought Of the ways of men.
What mischief are ye brooding?" he
sneered
"Mischief, man? To you?" Sir oliver
laughed hoarsely. Goods light, knave, dye
think I consider you in this matter, or dye
think I've room in my mind for such petty
resentments together with that other?"
1t was the truth. SO absolute was he
the bitter sway of his anger against Lionel
that he could give no thought to this ras-
cally seaman's share in the adventure.
will ye give me your word for that?"
"My word? Pshaw, man! I have given
it already. I swear that you shall be paid
the sum I've named the moment you set me
ashore again in England. Is that enough
for you? Then, cut me these bonds and let
us make an end of my present condition.
Faith, I am glad to deal with sensible
man! Ye take it in the proper spirit
We see that what | ha done | ha' but done
IN the way of my calling that l am but
tool, and that what blame there be belongs
to them which hired me to this deed"
aye, we're but a tool--a dirty tool
whetted with gold, no more. IT'S admitted
Cut me these bonds, Gods name! I'm
weary O being trussed like a capon.
The captain drew his knife, crossed to Sir
divers side and slashed his bonds away
without further word. Sir Oliver stood up
so suddenly that he smOte his head against
the low ceiling of the cabin and so sat down
again at once, And in that moment from
without and above there came a cry which
sent the skipper to the cabin door He
flung it open, and so let out the smoke and
let in the sunshine. He passed out on to
the poop-deck, and Sir Oliver, conceiving
himself at liberty to do sO-folowed him.
In the waist below little knot of shaggy
seamen were crowding to the I>cboard bull
warks, looking out to sea; on the forecastle
there was another similar assembly, all star
ing intently ahead and toward the land.
They were off Cape Roca at the time and
when Captain Leigh saw by how much they
had lessened their distance from shore since
last he had cOnned the ship he swore Zero
ciously at his mate. who had charge of the
wheel. Ahead of them away on their lar
board bow and in line with the mouth of
the Tagus from which shse had issued-and
where not doubt but she had been lying
in wait for such stray craft this-came
great tall nasted ship. equipped with top
gallants. running we'll night before the wind,
with every foot of canvas spread.
Close hauled as was the Swallow and with
her topsails and mizzen reefed she was not
making more than one knot to the Spaniard's
hVe-fOr that she was a Spaniard was be-
yond all doubt judging by the haven whence
she issued.
"Luff alee," bawled the skipper and he
sprang to the wheel. thrusting the mate
aside with a blow of his elbow that almost
sent him sprawing.