The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-02-19
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dory and get her.
"Pve a small trunk" Polly told
him in a voice that she strove to
make old and weary. "Pll have it
here on the dock" But she did
not speak of her dog.
When black night had fallen
Polly dragged her trunk to the
wharf and sat down to wait. 1t
seemed safer here than in that
evil inn, and the air was certainly
better. This was the same star
filled sky, she reminded herself,
that had covered her at home, and
these waves were but a part of
the same restless Atlantic that
broke in white foam on the coast
OF Connecticut. This water was a
part of the sea, and the sea to-
nirht bore Jerry on its breast, so
she must love this water and not
fear il. Whenever Nuisance gave
one of his low ominous growls she
soothed him, being calm herself.
After a while she heard the
granting of oarlocks and the
muffled splash of oars. A dory
appeared, and when it had dock
ed, the smuggler's large figure
doomed out of it and approached
her.
Though he handled the little
trunk as though it were d feather,
ne grumbled his displeasure at
having to take it into the boat,
and when he saw the dog his
grumbling turned to oaths.
aye can't take tina tbeast
aboard" ne decreed, with its
barkin' and yippin'"
you've not heard him bark or
yip. The worst he does is to growl
a little. You'll take-him or Pm
not going. You've not got my
money yet"
but if e banks, e gets the be-
layin' pin TO quiet i'm"
Nuisance lay on POlly's lap in
the rowboat and made no sound;
and when they reached the lugger
Polly carried him on board with
caution and apprehension.
The crew, she calculated, num-
bered a dozen men. They looked
like the dregs of France and
Spain and Portugal, picked less
for strength than cunning. They
eyed her and the dog with lower
ing expressions, and she deemed
it best to glare back at them, Civ
ing them as good as they sent in
i'll will.
She followed Mclean aft to
the cabin. The swinging lamp had
u sooted chimney but it managed
TO reveal as dismal shippers re-
treat as Polly had ever set eyes
on. The SCARED bulkheads were
hung with weapons - muskets,
cutlaSses and knives; torn rigging
lay about; boxes and bales stood
everywhere. In one corner was
an iron strong box with heavy
paddock.
The man now opened this with
brass key he carried. I'll ave
your passage money he seid; and
when Polly took it from her
pocket and counted it out for him
he clutched it hastily and locked
it away. "I've 'ardly asked We
enough" he added thoughtfully.
Polly turned inside out her vol
luminous pocket and said like an
irritated old woman, Not enough,
you robber? You've got it all"
This Modified him and he told
her to make herself at home.
"Well be sailin' inside the hour"
Left alone in the cluttered ca
bin, Polly leaned back against a
pile of canvas and listened to the
tramp of feet, the harsh voices
and the running up of sail that
was taking place above. Presently
the small lugger was under way
an dthe shouting ceased. Weari-
ness overcame Polly and she
slept.
She Weakened to a low growl
from Nuisance. Shilling him, she
got up and looked from a port
hole that gave to landward. The
lugger was at rest, anchored off
a cove which a rising moon show
ed to be cliff line dand chalky,
but broken by a dark ravine. A