The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1925-03-05

fist up close to Tubbs' nose. "Lookin'
fer fight, arc ylih2-
Go take a jump at ycfself. Who's
talkin' to you?' gro~led Tubs.
Tony slipped between brakes
arms 10 the deck. and crouched there
on hands and knees shaking bis head
foolishly. Drake stood over him. un-
> marked except for blur eye and a
scratched cheek. the result IL an at
tack at gouging; but Tony stayed
there, shaking his head. a thin
trickic Of blood reddening The deck.
and Tubbs and Sims grabbed hold %
hun and dragged him out on deck 10
wash him or. joe seized Draka by
the hand. and dragged him over 70
tho bunk. where he filled his own
precious little nose-xarmer with rich
plug tobacco and handed u 70 him IN
proud silence.
Good lad. yer n good lad. ! allus
said So" said old Bin Gadgctt.
lighting scrap OF paper for Drake s
pipe.
Better watch ant fer rs kniic'
chun,- warned Herbert Oats from
hts top bunk. Them nagoes I'd
stick a Teller soon as look at 'imF'
Drake laughed. Other quiet sailor
men laughed. too. Herbert Oats was
believed TO have cause fer dislike Of
Tony. Tony had stolen hts girls
ring. or something. But Herbert was
not fighting man. so long as he
had choice. lie was a good warner
prophet Of evil.
shut yer cad. y iopeared crow.
growled Nick CoOmbs. ''Tony's on'y
KILN sleeps after this. Keep under
cover. me son"
But when all was over. and eight
bells struck, and the first watch was
set for the night. Drake rolled into
his bunk and sighed bliasfully. Hs
had fought and won. Tony might
not be the hardest man TO beat. but
nc had beaten him. and done u well
Better still. he had done II With ease
He was hardening.
In the pink-shaded first flusn OF
fine-weather dawn. the great clipper
awoke to another days work. Al
dripping with dew, she was, lovely
with mantling light. Drake carried
his brass rags aft The doctor and
Tony bent over the grindstone for
ward, putting razor edges on two
butcher knives. a sheep was 10 b.
killed for fresh meat. and Tony va
TO lend a hand. He aud the doctor
got along very wen. a terrific cluck
ing In the chicken coopa brought
tho doctor aft, running, the steward
popped out OF the rnain.deek door
and the second mate ran TO the rail
but none OF them we're smar'
enough. There were eggs for thu
halfdeck coffee again. Drake grinne'
as he went up the poop ladder. HI
had been an apprentice once.
He fell 10 work upon his brass
work, feeling as II the world nigh
yet be his. a good fight won Is eve
tonic to a real man. a fight wei
won Is more than tonic; II Is inspira
flon. Drake humrned a song. Youni
Mr.. Adams stood forward, givinl
orders 10 the bosun. Sailors wer'
getting out brooms and buckets
squegees, and hose; Chips rugged tn
head pump. The log line twirle'
merrily; the blue seas flashed int
Dreaming white as the ship brushes
them, turned into lacy blue an
white as she left them, and turne'
again into deepest sz,ire beyond tn
end OF the log line. And the Dig re-
sun peeped up.
Then, to challenge the sun. Mar
Manning stepped from the compan
ionwsy. rosy as the dawn, sweet a
the sun-warmed air. She stood
moment inbalins the morning
freshness. revoling in the dancinl
glints Of the rising sun upon tn
waters. then glanced aft. Sh
seemed to be hesitating. Mr.. Adam
greeted her with a smiling goo
morning.
You have never taken your trio
yet, Miss Manning" he said. "Yot
won't get better chance. She steer
Ike yacht now. Want to try7''
I'D like TO-" she said quickly. sh
looked around. all over the deck.
hope tho captain won't disrate 30
for letting me" she laughed.
Il will trust in your good word,
Mr. Adams replied calamity.
Mary took the wheel, and tn
bolmsman stood By until the secoD
mate was satisfied that she coul
steer as we'll as the seaman.
She sang softly. in n full.throate
sontraito that held tho timbre Of tn