White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1935-03-28
By Henry C.Rowlund

food, by now"
Maybe for the same reason that
you do, Lieutenant" Tom answered,
then with an afterthought added, as a
sort of volley of grape and canister,
"and this third outfit"
Whats that?" Robert gasped. ooh
come, you don't mean to say that there
are still others in the show?"
Looks that way Lieutenant. For
several days past I've noticed three
men in half -decked motor semi-cabin
cruiser drifting around off here. At
first I thought they might be bootleg
gers from Nova Scotia or maybe Mi
quelon, but now I have come to believe
they're something worse-pirates
"Miquelon?" The counts face was
transformed suddenly from that of an
amiable elderly gentleman to the fierce
sea fighter of the race of Breton. no.
|, bility from which he sprang. He looked
"Sebastien!"
Robert nodded cody "The same
dog eared blighter, papa"
Tom in his interest forgot his own
suspicious and animosity "Some skunk
that got hep to your plans and is try
ing to beat you to it?"
"Right-o," Robert said "This Sc
bastien was quartermaster aboard the
destroyer I commanded during the war,
and Miquelon man. He must have
overheard my father when he came
aboard at Brest to tell me about this
old Fourquet. She was commanded by
our ancestor, and papa found his diary
in an escritoire he hauled out of the
attic to SELL Some of us were jolly
hard hit by the war, y'know Well, it
seems this ancestor of ours had quite
a tidy bit of his own private loot on
the Forquet that he hadn't time to
save before she went down. You
scarcely could have heard of that?"
Roberts light hazel eyes rested a little
challengingly on Tom; but their gaze
was met steadily enough
mo" Tom said slowly, IT thought
there might be ships money or plate
or some plumber taken off pirates she
was chasing before they ordered her
to these waters. But what I'm after
is her guns
Robert, catching his fathers eye,
said lightly, There, you see, papa?
Didn't I say that her guns would pay
the shot, even if we failed to collar
our revered ancestors booty?" He
looked at Tom. would you question
OUR right to the latter, Mr.. Jordan?"
mot if you found it first" Tom as
sured him, cor the guns either, for that
matter. In that case I'd haul out"
"And if you found her first?"
well, Lieutenant, I'd have to think
that over. I'd say I'd have heavy
salvage claim on whatever was re-
covered"
But she is a French ship, Mr.. Jor-
dan," the count protested More than
that she was government ship"
Tom shook his head, "She belonged
to the French crown. You've since
abolished that"
But we inherit its properties, Mr.
Jordan" This from Robert
well, then" said Tom, Gin that
case you inherit it's liabilities with
them. The Fourquet, as you know
was ordered here to grab the colony
of Pemaquid over yonder across the
bay. Looked at from that slant she
is an enemy ship, and you will have
to admit you haven't the shadow OF
claim on any part of her"
The battling logic of this point was
received by chuckle from Doctor
White. The count muttered "Sapris-
til" and tugged at his imperial with
a bewildered look
Then Robert burst into rollicking
laugh. my sainted ancestor! Are you
an international lawyer, Mr.. Jordan?
Because if you are, we're torped.."
mo, I'm only reporter"
Great Scott, that's worse" He
turned his smiling face to the count.
Looks as if we we're jolly we'll sunk,
papa"
Tom relaxed enough to smile, him
self. Cutting out all this bunk, 1
can't honestly see just where you gen
tlemen have look-in. Here we have
an ancient wreck on bottom inside
the three-mile limit, which is to say,
on American soil AS nom citizens of
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