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rate way office today. H«
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1 tWt<."way.[
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pped £rom Alaska to the
tates were five times great
ue than the purchase Price
.hold peninsula;, the fish
ducts were seven times
-nil the total export atad im
o between the mother courv
her adopted' child was
mes greater.
Secretary- o£ St«te Seward
daska from the Russian
congress yelled its head
d lu're is what somo of the
ad ■ stunning lights among
smen had to say:
a is an inhospitable, wretch
orsaken region, worth ik>
t a positive injury and en
^e as a colony of the United
Frerifl of New York.
iland is a better purchase
ika."— Washburn® of Wi?
icquisition of this Inhos
• asta would ajver add one
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lomep to our people."—
Missouri.
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> that spetion. Iiind-,
merly a section bos*5 of the,
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he washirf habits of royalty
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tantly traveling king nearly :
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ring his Journeys.
ater man" could generally
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For to our early king, as
Klurn sojourners la raost ho
\th was ''fflcially accounted
-a. to be paid for as such,
ral water man obtained his
e every time his majesty de
bath—ex ept upon the three
lurch festivals. — London
WOLVES
of the SEA
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RANDALL
PARRISH
Coprrigbt Dj A. v. ■» "*■
I flung open the pantry door, but
one glance Inside told me that Gun
The Stricken Sailor Told the Whole
Story.
saules had vanished. On the deck lay
the strands of rope with which he had
been secured—they had been severed
by a sharp knife, the ends discolored
with blood stains. I held these out to
Watkins.
"Gut since the murder," I said, "and
by the same knife. What do you make
of it. Tom?"
"Well, sir, the thing he'd most likely
try fer wud be ter release them lads
amidships. My idea is, sir, he thought
he'd have time ter git the bulkhead
door open, before anybody cum be
low—he an' the steward, who'd know
whar the tools wus. That wus the
scheme, only we busted in too quick.
That's whar they both are—skulkin'
back in them shadows."
He fitted the smoking lantern back
onto the shelf to have his hands free
for action, and drew a cutlass out of
the arm rack, running one leatherly
thumb along the blade to test its
sharpness. His eyes sought mine ques
tioning^.
"Probably your guess is the right
one," I said soberly. "We'll give it a
trial."
Jlurder had been committed for a
purpose—It was the first step in an ef
fort to retake the ship. If we were
to retain our advantage there was no
time to be lost; we were pitted now
against Silvu Sanchez, and he was a
leader not to be despised or tempor
ized with; no cowardly, brainless fool.
The passage leading forward was
wide enough to permit of our advanc
ing together and for a few steps the
light dribbled in past us, quite suffi
cient for guidance. I had been down
this tunnel once before, and knew the
bulkhead was not far away, but the
steps necessary plunged us into
profound blackness, through which we
advanced cautiously with outstretched
hands. Xo slightest sound warned of
danger and I was already convinced in
my own mind that the refugees were
not biding there, when it happened.
Within an inMaat we were fightiug for
our lives, fronted pot by two men, but
FOLKS WE ALL KNOW
QiAO-tCS
guOUJ-4
The Roughneck is telling about what
a Tough Guy he is, and how he is
Known around home as Bud Bill. In
reality, he isn't Bad so much as he is
Dirty and Lazy, and if he lived in a
Big City with the real Wild Ones, his
Name would be Sweet William. This
Guy Impresses Nobody but the Kids.
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by a score, wno nung tnemsoives curs
ing upon us. Their very numbers and
the narrowness of the passage was
our only salvation. At first our resist
ance was blind enough, guided only by
the senses of touch and sound. We
could see nothing of our antagonists,
although their fierce rush hurled us
backward. I fired into the mass, as
Watkins slashed madly with,his cut
lass, both managing in some way to
keep our feet. Hands gripped for us,
a bedlam of oaths splitting the air;
yet, even in that moment of pande
monium, I was quick to realize the fel
lows were weaponless, seeking only to
reach and crush us with bare hands.
The same discovery must have come
to the mind of the sailor, for he yelled
it out defiantly, every stroke of his
blade drawing blood. I Joined him,
striking with the butt of the pistol. We
killed and wounded, the curses of hate
changed Into sharp cries of agony, but
those behind pressed the advance for
ward, and we were inevitably swept
back into the light of the cabin lamp.
Then I saw faces, hideous in the
glare, demoniacal in their expression of
hatred—a mass of them, unrecogniz
able, largely of a wild, half-Indian
type, with here and there a bearded
white. Nor were they all bare-handed;
In many a grip flashed a knife, and
directly fronting me, with a meat
cleaver uplifted to strike, Sanchez
yelled his orders. Ignoring all others
I leaped straight at him, crying to
Watkins as I sprang.
"Back lad: dash out that light; I'll
hold these devils here a minute!"
I did—God knows how! It was like
no fighting ever I had done before, a
mad, furious melee, aiuid which 1 lost
all consciousness of action, all guid
ance of thought, struggling as a wild
brute, with all the reckless strength of
insanity. It is a dim, vague recollec
tion ; 1 am sure I felled Sanchez with
one blow of my pistol butt; in some
way that deadly cleaver came Into m.v
hands and I trod on his body, swing
ing the sharp blade with all my might
into those scowling faces. They gave
sullenly backward; they had to, yelp
1 ing and snarling like a pack of wolves
hacking at me with their short kuives I
I was cut again and again. I stood on
quivering flesh, crazed with blood, and
seeking only to kill. I saw faces
crushed In, arms severed, the sudden
spurting of blood from ghastly wounds.
Or.ths mingled with cries of agony and
shouts of hate. Then in au instant the
light was dashed out and all was dark
ness.
I It was as though ray brain snapped
back into ascendency. I was no long- |
er a raging fury, mail with the desire !
to kill, but cool-headed, planning es
cape. Before a hand could reach me
in restraint, I spraug backward and
ran. 1 stumbled up the stairs leading
to the companion. Tlie vugue glimmer
of daylight showing through the glass,
revealed the presence of Watkins. I
heard him dash the door wide open,
call to those on deck, and then saw
him wheel about to again confront the
devils plunging blindly forward toward
us through the dark cabin. We could
hold them for a tirne at .least, yet I
had the sense to know that this check
would prove only temporary. They
out-numbered us ten to one, and would
arm themselves from the rack. Yet
the greater danger lay in the possible
disloyalty of my own men. A dozen of
us might hold these stairs against as
sault, but treachery would leave us
helpless. If one among them should
steal below forward, and force opeta
the door from the forecastle, we would
be crushed between two waves of men,
and left utterly helpless. I saw the
whole situatiou vividly, and as quickly
1 chose the one hope remaining.
"Watkins," I called sharply back
over my shoulder. "Get the boats
ready and be lively about It. We'll
| hold these fellows until you report.
The two quarterboats will hold us all.
Knock out the plugs in the others. See
j that Miss Fairfax is placed safely in
| the afterboat. and then stand by. Send
me word the moment all is ready."
I had glimpse of the thick fog wlth
' out as he pushed througn the door,
j and of a scarcely distinguishable group
I of men on the deck. Those about me
could only be located by their restless
movements. I stepped down one stair
conscious of increasing movement be
low, the meat cleaver still gripped in
my bands,
"Any of you armed with cutlasses?"
"Oui, m'sleur. Ravel DeLasser."
"Stand here, to right of me, now an
other at my left. Who are you?"
"Jim Carter, sir."
"Good; now strike hard, lads, and
you others be ready. The cabin is full
of 'em, and it is your life and mine in
the balance. If we can get away in
this fog they'll never find us, but we've
got to hold them here until the boatB
are ready. I killed their captain,
Sanchez. That is where we've still
got them, without a leader."
"But they've got arms?"
"Only hand weapons," broke in Car
ter. "There's ball in the bandoliers,
but no^powder. I wus goln' ter break
| open a cask, but Estada put me at
another job."
"Then that leaves us on even foot
ing. lads, we ought to be equal to them
with the cold steel."
CHAPTER XXIV.
In Clasp of the Sea.
The sounds of voices and of mov
ing bodies were plainly discernible,
but the darkness was too dense below
to permit the eye perceiving what was
taking place. The rattle of steel told
me some among them had reached the
arm rack. There followed the crash
of wood as though the butt of a gun
had splintered a door paneL Then a
voice pierced the babel. My mind
gripped the meaning of It all; they
had found a leader; they had released
Manuel Estevan. Now the real fight i
was ob ! I could hear the fellow aues.
! tlo'n those about "him, seeking to fearn
the situation.
"Who have cutlasses? So manyl a
dozen form with me. Now bullies,
| they are on the stairs there, and that
is the only way to the deck. Now then
—to hell with 'em 1"
We met them, point to point, our ad
I vantage the narrow staircase and the
I higher position: theirs the faint glim
mer of llgftt at our backs. The first
rush was reckless and deadly, the in
furiated devils not yet realizing what
they faced, but counting on force of
numbers to crush our defense. Man
uel led them yelling encouragement,
and sweeping his cutlass, gripped with
both hands. In desperate effort to
break through. DeLasser caught its
point with his blade while my cleaver
missing him with its sharp edge, nev
ertheless dealt the fellow a blow which
hurled him back into the arms of the
man behind. I saw nothing else in de»
tail, the faint light Rarely revealing In
distinct figures and gleam of steel. It
was a paudeiuonlum of blows and
yells, strange faces appearing and dis
appearing, as men leaped desperately
at us up the steps, and we beat them
remorselessly back. I saw nothing
more of Manuel in the fray, but his
shrill voice urged on his fellows. It
was strike and parry, cut and thrust.
Twice I kicked my legs free from
hands that gripped me and DeLas
ser fell, a pike thrust through him.
Who took his place I never knew, but
a stout fighter the lad was, wielding
his cutlass viciously, so that we held
them, with dead men littering every
step to the cabin deck.
But they were of a breed trained to
such fighting, and the lash of Manuel's
tongue drove them Into mad reckless
ness. And there seemed no end of
them, sweeping up out of those black
shadows, with bearded or lean brown
savage faces, charging over the dead
bodies, hacking and gouging in vain
effort to break through. I struck until
my arms ached, until ray head reeled,
scarcely conscious of physical action,
yet aware of Manuel's shouts.
".Now you neu-nounas—now: once
more, and you have them. Santa Ma
ria ! you've got to go through, bullies
—there is no other way to the deck.
Rush 'em! That's the way! Here
you—go in outside the rail! Broth of
hell! Now you have him, Pedro!"
For an instant I believed it true; I
saw Jim Carter seized and hurled side
ways, his cutlass clashing as it fell,
while a dozen hands drrfgged him
headlong into the ruck beneath. But
it was only an instant. Before the
charging devils could pass me, a huge
figure filled the vacant space, and the
butt of a gun crashed into the mass.
It was the Dutchman, Schmitt, fight
ing like a demon, his strength that of
an ox. They gave way in terror be
fore him. and we went down battering
our way, until the stairs were clear to
the deck, except for the dead under
foot. When we stopped, not a fight
ing man was left within the sweep of
our arras. They scurried back into the
darkness like so many rats, and we
could only stare about blindly, cursing
them, as we endeavored to recover
breath. Schmitt roared like a wild
bull, and would have rushed on, but
for niy grip on his shirt.
"Get back, men!" I ordered sharply.
"There may be fifty of them yonder.
Our only chance Is the stairs."
We flung the bodies on one side, and
formed again from rail to rati. Below
us there was noise enough, a babel of
angry voices, but no movement of as
sault. What they would do next was
answered by a blaze of light, revealing
the silhouette of a man, engaged in
touching flame to a torch of heinp. It
flung forth a dull yellow flare, and re
veuled a scene of horror. Our assail
ants were massed halfway back. Be
tween us, even ten feet from the
stairs, the deck was littered with
bodies, ghastly faces staring up. with
black stains of blood everywhere. It
was Manuel's band wbtcb bad kindled
tbe llgbt, and the first croak of his
voice told his purpose.
"Now you skulking cowards," he
yelled pointing forward, "do you see
what you are fighting? There are only
five men between you and the deck.
To hell with 'em! Come on! I'll show
you the way!"
He leaped forward; but It was his
last step. I sent the cleaver hurtling
through the air. I know not how It
struck him, but he went down, his
last word a shriek, his arms flung out
In vain effort to ward off the blow.
Schmltt roared out a Dutch oath, and
his gun, sent whirling above me,
crashed Into the uplifted torch. Again
it was black night, through which the
eye could perceive nothing. Even the
noise ceased, but a hand gripped my
shoulder.
"Who are you?"
"Watkins. The boats are ready. The
one forward has pushed off loaded.
The afterboat is alongside. There 19
such a fog, air, yer can't see two
fathoms from the ship. The girl is In
the boat, but LeVere ain't. The mate
slipped out o' sight In the fog. He's
somewhere aboard."
"Never mind him; the fellow can do
no harm now. Move back slowly lads.
Schmltt and I will be the last ones
out"
We closed the companion door as
silently as possible and for the mo
ment there was no sound from within
to show that our cautious withdrawal
had been observed. I stared about, but
was able to perceive little beyond the
small group awaiting my orders. The
fog clung thick and heavy on all sides,
and it was impossible for the eye to
penetrate to either rail. Fortunately
there was no weight of sea running.
"There Is nothing more to keep us
aboard lads. Stow yourselves away
and hang on; I'll wait here until you
are all over."
They faded away into the mist, dim
spectral figures, and I remained alone,
listening anxiously for some hostile
sound from below. Satisfied that the
lads were safely over the rail and the
decks clear, I turned toward the ship's
side. As I did so a yell reached my
ears from the blackness below—the
hounds had found voice.
I ran through the fog in the direc
tion the others had disappeared, and
had taken scarcely three steps when
I collided against the form of a man,
whose presence was not even noticed
until we came together. Yet he must
have been there expectant and ready,
for • quick knife thrust slashed the
front of my jacket, bringing a spurt of
blood as the blade was jerked back.
Even as my fingers gripped the uplift
ed wrist, ere he could strike the sec
ond time, I knew my antagonist. I
knew also this was a tight to the death,
to be terminated before that unguard
ed crew below could attain the deck. |
It was LeVere's life or mine, and in |
the balance the fate of those others In |
the waiting boat alongside. The knowl-1
edge gave me the strength and the I
ferocity of a tiger. I ripped the knife |
from his fingers, and we closed with
bare hands, his voice uttering one
croaking cry for help as I bore in on
his windpipe. He was a snake, a cat,
slipping out of my grasp as by some
magic. At last I had him against the
rail, the weight of us both so hard
upoa it that the stout wood broke,
and we both went over, grappling un
til we splashed Into the water below.
The shock loosened my hold; as 1
fought a way back to the surface 1
was alone. My strength began to fail,
hope left me as I sank deeper and deep
er Into the remorseless grip of the
ocean. I was not afraid; my lips ut
tered no cry, no prayer—I drifted out
into total unconsciousness and went
down. _ 1
(Continued on Saturday)
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