The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-03-31
CHAPTER xxx

Jerry and Cabell Banks went to the bow where the man with two names and two ways of speaking stood holding the wheel, massive man with an insolent face and shifting eyes. The bright scarf tied about his head gave a Latin cast to his crafty, handsome features, so that yod thought of pirate of the Mediterranean Sea. Yet he was not entirely Latin either. There was in him the stubborn cruel look of the Anglo-Saxon who worships brute force. A half-breed man, carrying in his veins the worst traits of two races.
 Jerry asked, Are we your only passengers?"
 Cities eyes slid around, then focused again on a curve in the French shore line. No" He had read in Jerry's face some knowledge.
 "Who else besides us?"
 "An old dame French" he added.
 Jerry and Cabell exchanged swift glances. They were acting without plan. Step by step must do it. We saw her at the cabin port, Banks stated. Tt may surprise you to know that she's not French and not at all old. Or does it?"
 Jerry started to speak in the silence, but Banks lifted warn ing eyebrow. Jerry's impetuous han ding of the situation might be fatal "No doubt this news surprises you, Monsieur Clitte," Cabell repeated in French. we have spoken with the lady. She tells us she is American, the same as ourselves. She has asked us to see her ashore"
 "She does?" said Clitte in French. His hand started to shift from the wheel to his belt, where a pistol hung, then desiSted. His sliding eyes had seen their pistols, dropping from their hands with sort of tender carelessnesS. Not one of his own men was within hail.
 Jerry's nerves snapped He could rot endure this French batter that lift him in ignorance cf what went on. He said to Clitte, You've locked her inl"
 "Absentmindedly, no doubt, v murmured Cabell Banks. He be- lieved that much more can be done with man who has not lost face. He watched Clitte intently and saw bis method almost work.
 Then came defiance. What if l have? It's my ship
 Two pistols were raised few inches and held rigid. "The key to the cabin!" Cabell requested. Give it to me and I'll go unlock the door. You'll need to stay at the wheel. My friend here will stay with you to keep you from being lonely"
 
 Jean Clitte, sometimes known as John Mclean, took from around his neck an iron key that hung on a chain and tossed it to Cabell Banks. He appeared not to notice that Jerry Whitfleld's pistol still covered him as Banks moved quick ly off. The eXigencies of snug gler's life had no doubt taught him that dangerous games must be play ed quietly He would wait. .. ! Down in the cabin Polly heard key grate in the lock. She hoped it would be Jerry and feared it would be Clitte Her quick wits told her to be thankful for this com promise. The Wirey, homely young man from Boston was lowing to her in his polished, impersonal way.
 Put on your wig, Miss Chelsey," he said, quite like a parent telling a child to don it's bib. Then follow me on deck. Ohl so that's the dog Jerry Whitfield's told me of?"
 "Yes," Polly answered. T never go step without him. suppose you're thinking he's very ugly?"
 T am indeed. Not that it mat ters. I'm homely myself, and yet l know myself to be very worthy fellow. Come, Nuisance"
 "You know his name!" Polly eX- claimed in surprise. Suddenly she felt that this strange young man was on old friend in whose com pany she could relax and be her self. Jerry trusted him, and it ap- peared that Nuisance did too q. Look, MT. Banks. Is my wig on straight? And my bonnet? :. Wait till I pick up the dog. .. Are you taking me to Jerry, MT. Banks?"
 Cabell considered moment. 'Well, no, Miss Chelsey. He's at the wheel, standing his trick, you might say, with our brave skipper. You come with me to the rope lad der. want you to be the first to leave the lugger. Would you