The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1926-08-06

uncle. Having struck first blow and
second blow. as you so aptly phrase
1t, / am of mind to strike also the
coup de grace. And this with as
trifiing damage to my own vessel as
is possible"
MAN, you'll never have another
such chance as that We just cast
away" mourned the Irishman.
For soldier, chevalier. you reveal
astonishing lack Of judgment" re-
turned my great-uncle. Had / re-
manned to finish conclusions with
Captain Flint in the narrow space Of
the anchorage / might conceivably
have gained the victory, but 1t must
have been by means of subordInating
brains to Drawn, and with loss in pro-
portion thereto. prefer to force him
to sea, where, by maneuvering and
proper strategy, l can secure the same
object at half or third of the
cost"
"'Tis all the same" retorted O'Don-
nell. eff We sink him, We lose his
treasure"
quite true" assented Murray.
"But what would you say to driving
him ashore, eh?"
What O'Donnell would have an
swered to this 1 know not for there
was a sudden drumming of feet on
the deck, and MORA cast herself into
his arms.
"Oh, padre" she cried tearfully,
"and are We safe from the cannon?
walked in my bed with their roar
ing, and 1t came over me we were on
the Santissima Trinidad once more,
and poor Senior Nunez, the apothecary,
grooming from his death-wound-an
him that was looking forward to the
quiet end of his days in the little house
by Alcantaral
"And then l was thinking twas all
a horrid dream. But the cannon blat-
ted again, and the ship trembled, and
there was shrek at my very door.
So out ran in my shift, and Diomede
the blackamoor was lying in his blood
on the cabin floor, and Ben Gum be-
i
put on me enough clothing for decen-
cys sake, and came to find We, for my
four bones are gathering with fear,
and that's Heavens truth"
ODonnell drew her close.
'There, there, acushla," he said
with tenderness he had only for her.
1.-THE worst will be over. There's
naught for We to fear"
She reached up and stroked his
face.
"Troth, and 1 was thinking that
same If l could but come at you, pa
Dire" says she. ''But tits terrible
fearsome to be sleeping by your lone
self, and awaken in the midst of
sea-fght"
Her father swore under his breath.
"Ah, it's was the weak, foolish
fellow to drag you into-such ven
ture! There'll come a day 1 must
answer"
She stopped his mouth with her
hand.
"As If I'd be anywhere else than
just here!"
I turned my head, not wishing to
be prying into their affairs, and
quarter-mile astern I saw Jet of
flame and heard the smacking report
of one Of the Walrus' chase-guns.
Mora said something more that
did not hear, and he interrupted her.
"Get We below, my maid until We"
There was harsh, whistling sound
in the air, and the hairs on one side
of my head rose up, and on the heels
Of this came the thud Of shot as it
struck timber
"Close egad!" commented my great
uncle.
O'Donnell swayed strangely and
dropped over his daughters shoulder.
"Padre!" The dazed grief in her
voice was tragical. "Why won't We
stand2 Are We hit? Oh, blessed Vir-
gin, there's no sense left In him! Bob,
Master Peter, help me! He's $3.50
heavy"
Peter and I jumped to aid her, and
Murray was not far behind us. We
lowered ODonnell's tall body to the
deck. and ran for lanthorn. When
returned with 1t my great-uncle had
assumed control Of the situation.
We can feel no blood or broken
bones" he said. Hold your light here
by his head. If you please, Robert"
The yellow glow played over the
Irishman's long face. His lips were
drawn back in what had been a smile;
his eyes We're fixed and CLASSY; no
pulse beat in his corded throat MORA
crouched beside him, chatting his limp
hands and grooming a medley of en-
dearments in English, Irish and Span
ish. Murray, opposite her, thrust ex-
ploring fingers into the bosom of her
fathers shirt. A startled look ap-
peared in my great-unele's lambent
eyes, but his features preserved their
immobility.
tbs useless to cry to him, lass"
he said gently "He doth not answer
you see."
But he will ~ she protested. "Sure,
We must soon be finding what is
wrong with him, SIR 1t may be
sup of brandy would bring him round"
My great-uncle reached across and
piucked from her grasp the hand she
had been rubbing.
Come" he said, rising, eve will
ask Peter to carry him to his berth,
shall WEI"
"But-but-we must bring him to 7"
I'VE cannot bring him to-" he an
swered kindly.