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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1909-07-01, Page 7Tide WINGIAM TIMES, JULY' 1 1909 7 HE MYSTERY Bp STEWART EDWARD WHITE And SAMUEL, HOPKINS ADAMS COPYRIGHT. 1907. BY McCLLiRE. PHILLIPS ei CO. f "Be careful what you are about,'" ;:warned Tremdon, addressing his supe- rior officer sharply, for Barnett had all 'but let his charge drop. Its face was '.a puckered mask of amaze and lucre- i dulity. "Did you hear hftn speak my name— 'or am I dreaming?" he half whispered. "Heard him plain enough. Who Is be?" 'Che man's mouth closed, but he silted a little—a singular, wry mouth- ed. winning smile. With that there sprung from behind the brush of beard, filling out the deep lines of en' cation, a memory to the recogni lid , of Barnett—a keen, and gay coun- ,tr mce that whisked him back across s . e years time to the days of Dewey a: • t he Philippines. • .:,tlph Slade, by the Lord!" he ex- 'elt. aned. "Of the Laughing Lass?" cried Tren- don. "VP the Laughing Lass." S ch a fury of eagerness burned in the face of Barnett that Trendon cau- tioned him. "See here, Mr. Barnett, you're not going to fire a broadside of disturbing questions at my patient yet awhile. He's in no coneition." But it was from the other that the questions came. Opening his eyes be whispered: "Tile sailor? Where?" "Dead," said Trendon bluntly. Then, breaking his own rule of repression, he .asked; "Did he come off the schooner with you?„ "Picked him up," was the straining answer. "Drifting." The survivor looked around him, then into Bernett's face, and his mind, too, traversed the years. "North Dakota?" he queried. "No. I've changed my ship," said Barnett. "This is the Wolverine." "Where's the Laughing Lass?" Barnett shook his head. "Tell me," begged Slade. "Walt till you're stronger," admon- k shed Trendon. "Can't wait" said the weak voice. 'The eyes grew wild. "Mr. Barnett, teII him the bare out- line and make it short," said the sur- geon. "We sighted the Laughing Lass two days ago. She was in good shape, but deserted—that is, we thought she was •deserted." The man nodded eagerly. "I suppose you were aboard," said Barnett, and Trendon made a quick ,gesture of impatience and rebuke. "No," said Slade. "Left three—four --don't know how many eights ago." The officers looked at each other. ' $o on," said Trendon to his com- panion. "We put a crew aboard in command of an ensign," continued Barnett, "and picked up the schooner the next night, •deserted. You must know about it iWhere is Billy Edwards?" "Never heard of him," whispered the other. "Ives and McGuire, then. They were there after— Great God, man!" he ,cried, his agitation breaking out. "Pull yourself together! Give us something to go on." "Mr, Barnett," said the surgeon per- emptorily. But the suggestion was working in the sick man's brain. He turned to the officers a face of horror. "Your" man, Edwards—the crew- -they ieft her? In the night?" "What does he mean?" cried Bar- nett. "The light! You saw it?" "Yes. We saw a strange light," an- swered Trendon soothingly. Slade half rose. "Lost! All lost!" he cried and fell back unconscious. Trendon exploded into curses. "See what you've done to my patient," he fumed. Bar- nett looked at him with contrite eyes. "Better get out before he comes to," ;growled the surgeon. "Nice way to treat a man half dead of exhaustion." It was nearly an hour before Slade same back to the world again, The New Zea th for kk io I Girls Restorative treatment which brings new vigor to the nerves and new 4 color to the cheek*. Ts a girl's health to be sacrificed in order that she may pass high at exam- ination time? Is her future happiness to bo risked for examination marks! Mrs. S. A. Beney, 02 Charlotte St., Brantford, Ont., writes: "My daugh- ter was attending school and the close eonenement and application to her school work exhausted her nervous sys- tem so that she suffered a great deal with headaehee and was very nervouie irritable and easily exeited. "I procured Dr. Chase's Nerve Pend for her and we soon noticed marked improvement in her health. The head- aches were entirely cured, her color be- came bettor *rid her eyetem was strengthened and built up. I consider Dr. Chase's Nerve rood a splendid medicine for ehildron," There is nothing like preventing seri- ous ditto*se by keeping the blood rich nn rest, the aerating trident ,stroftg -end healthy find the vitality of the body' .at high water mark. Dr. Chase's Nerve rood accomplishes these results. 50 .cents t> box, at ail dealers or Ldnfamian, Bake k Co,, Toronto. doctor forbade him to attempt speech. But of one thing he would not be de- nied. There was a struggle for utter- ance, then: "Tbe volcano?" he rasped out. "Deadahead," was the reply. "Stand by!" gasped Slade. He strove to rise, to say something further, but endurance had reached its limit. The man was utterly done. Dr. Trendon went on deck, his head sunk between his shoulders. For a minute he was in earnest tack with the captain. Presently the Wolverine's en- gines slowed down and she lay head to the waves, with just enough turn of the screw to hold her against the sea- way. B CHAPTER VII. Y the following afternoon Dr. Trendon reported his patient as quite recovered. "Starved for water," proffer- ed the surgeon. "Tissues fairly dried out. Soaked him up. Fed him broth. Put him to sleep. He's all right. Just wakes up to eat. Then off again like a two-year-old. Wonderful constitu- tion." "The gentleman wants to know if be can come on deck, sir," saluted an orderly. "Waked up, eh? Come on, Barnett. Help me boost him on deck." The two officers disappeared to re- turn in a moment antn in arm with Ralph Stade, Nearly twenty-four hours' rest and sleilll'ul tle'eatment had done wonders. TIe was still -a trifle weak and uncer- tain, was stili a little glad to lean on the amts of his companions, but his eye was bright and alert and his hoI- low cheeks mounted a slight color. This, with the clothes lent him by Bar- nett, transformed his appearance and led Captain Parkinson to congratulate himself that he bad not obeyed his first impulse to send the eastaway for- ward with the men. The officers messed forward. "Mighty glad to see you out." "Hope you've got your pins under you again." "Old man, I'm mighty glad. we came along." The chorus of greeting was hearty enough, but the journalist barely paid, the courtesy of acknowledgment. His eye swept the horizon eagerly until it rested on the cloud of volcanic smoke billowing up across the setting sun. A sigh of relief escaped him. "Where are we?" he asked Barnett. "I mean since you picked me up. How long ago was that anyway?" •"Yesterday," replied the navigating officer. "We've stood off and on look- ing for some of our men," "Then that's the same volcano"— Barnett laughed softly. "Well, they aren't quite holding a caucus of vol- canoes down in this country. One like that is enough." But Slade 'brushed the remark aside. ."Head for it!" he cried excitedly. "We may be in time! There's a man on that island!" "A man!" "Another!" "Not Billy Edwards?" "Not some of our boys?" Stade stared at them bewildered. "Hold on," interposed Dr. Trendon authoritatively. "What's his name?" he inquired of the journalist: "Darrow," replied the latter. "Per- cy Darrow. Do you know him?" "Who In Kamchatka is Percy Dar- row?" demanded Forsythe. "Why, he's the assistant: It's a Jong story" -- "Of course it's a long story. There's a lot we want to know," interrupted Captain Parkinson. "Quartermaster, head for the volcano yonder. Mr. Slade, we want to know where yon came from, 'and why/ yogi left the schooner and 'Who Percy Darrow is. And there's dinner, so we'll adjourn to the messroom and bear what you can tell us. Balt there's one thing we're all anxious to know-how came you in the dory which we found and left on the Laughing Lass later than two days ago?" haven't set eyes on the Laughing Lass for—well, I don't know lion+ long, but it's five days anyway, perhapa more," replied Slade. They stared at him incredulously. "Oh, I see!" he burst out suddenly. "There were twin dories on the schoon- er. The other one's still there, I sup- pose. Did you find her on the stern davits2" eyese, "That's it, then. You see, when I left"— Captaltt Parkinson's raised hand checked him. "If you will be se good, Mr. Slade, let us gave it all at once, after mess." • At table the young officers at a sharp flint front Dr. Tr'ettdon conversed on indifferent subjects until the journalist had partaken heartily of what the phy- sician allowed hint. Slade ate with keen appreciation. "I tell you, that's good," he sighed, When he bad finished. "Ileal, live, after dinner coffee too. Why, gentle - Men, I haven't eaten a civilized meal, with all the trimmings, for over two years. Doctor, do- you -think at little of the real /stuff would hurt late? It's n pretty dry yarding" "Clue glass," growled the surgeon, "no snore:" "Scotch highball, tbeu," noted Slade, "the higher the better," The steward braught a tall glass with ice, in which the newcomer mixed kis drink. Then for quite a minute he sat silent, staring at the table, bis Angers aimlessly rubbing into spots of 'wet- ness etness the water beads as they gathered on the outside of his glass. Suddenly he looked up. "I don't know how to begin," he con. fessed. "It's too coufounded improba. ble. I hardly believe it myself, now that I'm sitting here ill bateau clothes, surrounded by human beings. Old Scrubbs and the nigger and Handy Solomon and the professor and the chest and the—well, they were real enough when 1 was caught in the mess. But I warn you you are not go- ing to believe me, and hanged if I blame you a bit." "We've seen marvels ourselves in the last few days," encouraged Captain Parkinson, "Vire ahead, man," advised Barnett Impatiently. "Just begin at the begin- ning and let it go at that." Slade sipped at bis glass reflectively. "Well," said he at lengtb, "the best way to begin is to show you how I happened to be mixed up in it at all," The officers unconsciously relaxed into attitudes of greater ease. Over- head the lamps swayed gently to the swell. The dull throb of the screw pul- sated. Stewards clad in white moved noiselessly, filling the glasses, defer- entially striking lights for the smok- ers, clearing away the last dishes of the repast. "I'm a reporter by choice and a de- tective by instinct" began Slade, with startling abruptness. "Furthermore, Pm pretty well off. I'm what they call a free lance, for I have no regular desk on any of the journals. I genes. ally turn my stuff in to the Star be- cause they treat me well. in return It is pretty well .understood between us that I'm to use my judgment in regard to 'stories' and that they'll stand back of the for expenses. You see, I've been with them quite awhile." Iie looked around the circle as though in appeal to the comprehension of his audience. Some of the men nodded, Others sipped from their glasses or drew at their cigars. "1 loaf around here and there in the world, having a good time traveling. visiting, fooling around. Every once in awhile something interests me. The thing is a sort of instinct. I run it down. If it's a good story, I send It in. That's all there is to it." He laughed slightly. "You see, a'm a sort of magazine writer in method, but my stuff is newspaper stuff; also tate game sults me. That's why I play it. That's why I'm here, I have to tell von about unyself this wan so vou'will understand how I came to be mixed up in this Laughing Lass matter." "I remember," commented Barnett. "that when you came aboard the North Dakota you had a little trouble making Captain Arnold see it." He turned to the others with a laugh. "He had all kinds of papers of ancient date, but nothing modern—letter from the Star dated five years back, recommen- dations to everybody on earth except Captain Arnold, certificate of bravery in Apache campaign, bank identifica- tions and all the rest. 'Maybe you're the Star's correspondent and maybe you're not,' said the captain, '1 don't see anything here to prove it.' Slade argued an hour. No go. Remember how you Caught him?" he inquired of Slade. The reporter grinned assent. "After the old man had turned him down good Slade fished down in his war bag and hauled out an old tatter- ed document from an oilskin case. 'Haid on a minute,' said he, 'you old shellback. I've proved to you that I eau write and I've proved to you that I have fought, and now here I'll prove to you that I can sail. If writing, fight- ing and sailing don't fit me adequately to report any little disturbances your antiquated washboller may blunder into I'll go to raising cabbages.' With Diarrhoea, Dysentery, Colic and Cramps Nearly every one is troubled with bowel complaint during the summer months. But, do they know what to do tolcure it. Thousands do, many don't. WE CAN TELL YOIUI DR. FO'WLER'S Extract of Wild Strawbe • "J WILL DO ITI It has been on Lb* market ti4 yeaarr, and is universally used in thousands of feMilies. 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The Restorative reaches throughout the entire system, seeking the repair of all nerve all tissue, and all blood ailments. The "Night Cure", as its name implies, does its work while you sleep. It soothes sore and infam. eil mucous surfaces, heals local weaknesses and discharges, while the Restorative, eases nervous excitement, gives renewed vigor and ambition, builds up wasted tissues, bringing about renewed sr>,•ngth, vigor, and energy Take 1)r. Whoop's 1i •storative—Tablets or Liquid—as a sideral nada to the system. For positive local help, USA as wed Dr Shoop's Night Cure WALLEY'S DRUG STORE. that he presented a master's certifi- cate! Where did you get it anyway? I never found out?" "Passed as 'fresh water' on the great lakes," replied Slade briefly. "Well, the spunk and the certificate finished the captain. He was an ofd square nigger himself in the civil war." "So much for myself," Slade con- tinued. "As for the Laughing Lass"— CHAPTER VIII. COINCIDENCE got me aboard the Laughing Lass. I'll tell you how it was. One evening late I was just coming out of a dark alley on the Barbary Coast, San Francisco. You know—the water front, where you can bear more tongues than at Port Said, see stranger sights and meet adventure with the joyous cer- tainty of mediaeval times. I'd been down there hunting up a man reported by a wharf rat of my acquaintance to have just returned from a two years' whaling voyage. He'd been "shang- haied" aboard, and as a matter of fact was worth nearly a million dollars. Landed in the city without a cent, could get nobody to believe him nor trust him to the extent of a telegram east. Wharf rat laughed at his yarn, but I believe it was true. Good copy anyway— Just at the turn of the alley I nearly bumped into two men. On the Bar- bary Coast you don't pass men in nar- row places until you have reconnoiter- ed a little. I pulled up, thanking for- tune that they had not seen me. The first words were uttered in a voice I knew well. you've all heard of Dr. Earl Augus- tus Schermerhorn. lie did some big things and had in mind stili bigger. I'd met him some time before in con- nection with his telepathy and wire- less wares theory. It was picturesque• stuff for my purpose, but wasn't in It with what the old fellow had really clone. He showed me— well, that; doesn't matter. The point is, that good, staid, self neutered, or rather, semicentered, Dr, Schermerhorn was standing at midnight in a dark aIIey on the Barbary Coast in San Francisco talking to an individual whose facial outline at least was not ornamental. My curiosity or professional .instinct, whichever you please, was all aroused. I flattened myself against the wall, The first remark I lost. The reply came to the in a shrill falsetto. So grotesque was the effect of this treble "1 hell been told you, Inipht rent her," said the doctor. from a bulk so squat and broad and lin iry as the silhouette before me, khat i almost laughed //loud. I gness you've made no mistake on tint. I'm her master and her owner too." "Well, I bitf been told you might rent her," said the doctor, "tient herr' mimicked the falsetto. "Well, that --yes, I'll rent her!" he laughed again. "/'loch recta," 'Tate doctor was plain- ly at the end of his practical resources. After w:titieg a moment for some- thfng more definite, the falsetto in- quired rather dryly: "How long? What .to 'y4 batt for? Who are t'ott anyway?'* 9 am Dr, Schermerhorn," the latter answered. "Seen pieces about you to the pa- pers." "Bow many men hat` you in the crew?" "Soon as you want—if I go." "I wish to leaf tomorrow." "If I eau get the crew together I /night make It. But say, let's not bang out here in ibis run of darkness. Come over to the grog shop youder, where we can sit down," To my relief, for my curiosity was fully aroused Dr. Sebermerhorn's movements are usually productive— - this proposal was vetoed. "No, Nil" cried the doctor, with some baste, '"this iss well! Somebody might oferbear." 'file huge &pure stirred into an atti- tude of close attention. After a pause the falsetto asked deliberately: "Where we goin'?" "1 brefer not to say." "1I'm! How long a cruise?" "I want to rent you' schooner and your crew as long as I please to re- main." "IJ'mi How Tong's that likely to be?" "Maybe a few months; maybe sefer-1 al years." "Ii'm! Unknown port; unknown cruise. See bere, anything crooked in this?" "No, no! Not at all! It iss simply business of my own." "Not that 1 care," commented the other easily, "only risks is worth pay- ing' fon." "There shall not be risk." "Pearls likely?" hazarded the other, without much heed to the assurance. "Them 3ap gunboats is getting pretty hard to dodge of late years. However, I've dodged 'em before." "Now as to pay — how mooch iss your boat worth?" I could almost' follow the man's thoughts as he pondered how 'much he dared ask. "Well, you see, for a proposition like that—don't know where we're going, when we're going to get back, and them gunboats—how would a hundred and twenty-five a month strike you?" "Double it up. I want you to do ass I say, and I will also give your crew double wages. Bud I want goot men who will stay and who will keep the mouth shut." "Gosh all fishhooks! They'd go to hell with you for that!" "Now you can get all you want of Adams & Marsh. Tell them it iss for rue. Brovislons for three years any- how. Be ready to sail tomorrow." "Tide turns at 8 in the evening." "I will send some effects in the morn- ing." The master hesitated. "That's all right, doctor, but how do I know it's alt right? Maybe by morn- ing you'll change your mind," That cannot be. My plans are all"— "It's the usual thing to pay some- thing"— "Ach, but yes. I leaf forgot. Dar- row told me. I will make you a check. Let us go to the table of which. you spoke." They moved away, still talking. I did not dare follow them into the light, for I feared that the doctor would recognize me. I'd have given my eye teeth, though, to have gathered the name of the schooner or that of her master. As it was, I hung around un- til the two had emerged from the cor- ner saloon. They paused outside, still talking earnestly. I ventured a hasty interview with the barkeeper. "Did you notice ehe two men who were sitting at the middle table?" I asked him. "Sure!" said he, shoving me my glass of beer. "Know them?" I inquired. "Never laid eyes on 'em before. Old chap Iooked like it sort or corn doctor or corner spellbinder. Other was prob- ably one of these longsliore abalone men." "Thanks," I muttered and dodged out again, leaving the beer untouched. I cursed myself for a blunderer. When I got to the street the to J men had disappeared. I should have shad- owed the captain to his vessel. The affair interested Inc greatly. Apparently Dr. Schermerhorn was about to go on a long voyage. I prided myself on being fairly up to date in regard to the plans of those who in- terested the public, and the public at that time was vastly interested in Dr. Schermerhorn. I, in common with the rest of the world, had imagined him anchored safely in Philadelphia, im- mersed in chemical research. Here he bobbed up at the other end of the con- tinent, making shady bargains with obscure shipping captains and paying a big premium for absolute secrecy. It looked good, Accordingly I was out early the xtext morning. I had not much to go by. Schooners are as plentiful as tadpoles In San Francisco harbor. However, I was sure I could easily recognize that falsetto voice, and I knew where the supplies were to be purchased. Adams & Marsh are a large arra and cautious. I knew better than to make direct inquiries or to appear in the salesroom. but by hanging around, the door of the shipping room I soon had track of the large orders to be sent that day. in this manner I had no great difficulty in following a truck to tiler 10 nor to identify a consignment to Captain Ezra Selover as probably that of which 1 was In search. The mate was in charge of the stow- age, so 1 could not be quite sure. Here, however, was a sehoonef--of about 1a0 tons burden. I looked her over. You're all acquainted with the Laughing Lass and the perfectistpx of her lines. You have not knovin her under Captain 'Ezra Selover. She Inas the Cleanest ship I ever saw. Don't know how be accomplished it, with a crew of four tinct the cook, but he dM. The deck looked as though It had been ho1ystoned every morning by a crew of jackies. The stays were 'Whip- ped and tarred, the tna:tt new meshed and every. toot of roodoittettr r;olltd New The Hind You /Iave Always nought, and which. bas beet*. is use for over 30 years, inns borne the signature or �,.,.,�...... and has been made under his pelt.. • Id4 sonnl supervision since its infancy. Allow no one to deceive you in this. All Countcrfefts, Imitations and "Just -as -good." are but Experiments that trifle 'tvitlh ant/endanger the health of Infants and Children,—Experience against .ixperiment• hat is CAST RgA Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor 011, Pare. toric, Drops arul Soothing Syrups. .It is Pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind Colic. It relieves Teething Troubles, cures Constipation nod FIatulency. It assimilates the Flood, regulates the Stomach and Bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. The Children's l a,uacea--.'.Title Mother's Friend, GENUINE CAS • M® ALWAYS I MA Bears the Signature of Tho lad You Hae Always Bougilt in Use For Over 30 Years. THE CENTAUR CUM►ANY. T7 MURRAY FTRECT. NEW YORE CITY. 1 e! xwn shipshape and Bristol fashion. '1 here was a good deal of brass about It shone like gold, and I don't bslleve she owned an inch of paint Cast wasn't either fresh or new scrub - b ed. I gazed for some time at this marvel. es unusual enough anywhere, but aboard a California hooker it is little short of miraculous. The crew had all turned up apparently, and a swarm of stevedores were hustling every sort of provisions, supplies, stock, spars, lines and cahvas down into the hold. It was a rush job, and that mate was having his hands full. I didn't wonder at his language nor at his looks, both of which were somewhat mussed up. Then almost at my elbow I heard that shrill falsetto squeal and turned just in time to see the captain ascend the after gangplank. He was probably the most disheveled and untidy man I ever laid my eyes on. His bair and beard were not only long, but tangled and unkempt and grew so far toward each other as bare- ly to expose a strip of dirty brown skin. Ills shoulders were bowed and enormous. His arms hung like a goril- la's, palms turned slightly outward. On his head was jammed a linen boat- ing hat that had once been white. Gaping away from his hairy chestwas a faded dingy checked cotton shirt that had once been brown and white. His blue trousers were spotted and splashed with dusty stains. He was chewing tobacco. A figure more in contrast to the exquisitely neat vessel it would be hard to imagine. The captain mounted the gangplank With it steadiness that disproved my first suspicion of bis having been on a drunk. Ile glanced aloft, cast a spec- ulative eye on the stevedores trooping across the waist of the ship and as- cended to the quarter deck, where the mate stood leaning over the rail and uttering directed curses from between sw".lut beaded lips. There the big man roamed aimlessly on what seemed to tie a tour of casual inspection. Once lie stopped to breathe on the brass binnacle and to rub it bright with the dirtiest red bandanna handkerchief 1 ever want to see. Ills actions amused rue. The dis- crepancy between his personal habits and his particularity in the platter of his surroundings was et<'eeeling'ty in- teresting. 1 have often untitled that such discrepancies scent to indicate ex- ceptional characters. As I watc•bed him his whole frame stiffened. The long gorilla arms contracted, the hairy head sunk forward itt the tensenves of a serpent ready to strike. ate ut- tered a shrill falsetto shriek that brought to a standstill every stevedore on the job and sprang forward to seize his mate by the shoulder. Evidently the grasp hurt. T can be- lieve it might from those huge hands. The man wrenched himself about with an oath of inquiry and pain. I could hear orae side of what followed. The Captain's high pitched tones carried clearly, but the grumble and gravel of the mate were indistinguishable at that distance. "How far is it to the side of the Chip, you hound]" shrieked the cap- let,. b7Cumble—•surprised—tor an answer. "`iYell, I'll tell you, you swab/ It's just two fathom from where you stand. dust two fathom! itow long would it take you to walk there? How long? Just about six secondsi There and back! You"-- I won't bother with all the epithets, although by now I know Captain Selover's vocabulary fairly Well. "And you couldn't take six aee- onds off to !spit over, the side! Couldn't Walk taco fathom! -Had to spit on. my trestles deck, dict you?" /Unable teem the mate. "No, by trod, you won't eel up any .444.11. • 01110'4 lo1i11 strIklkiiii,tt0 It yourself! You'll get a hand swab and get down on your knees! I'll teach you to be lazy!" The mate said something again. "It don't matter If we ain't under way. That has nothing to do with it. The quarter decks is clean, if the waist ain't, and nobody but a son of a sea lawyer would spit on deck anyhow!" From this Captain Selover went on into a good old fashioned deep sea "cussing out," to the great joy of the stevedores, The mate stood it pretty well, but there comes a time when further talk is useless even in regard to a most heinous offense. And of course, as you know, the mate could hardly consider himself very seriously at fault. Why, the ship was not yet at sea and in all the clutter of charging, He began to answer back. In a moment it was a quarrel. Abruptly it was a fight. The mate marked Selover beneath the left eye. The captain with beautiful sim- plicity crushed his antagonist in his gorilla-likesqueeze, carried him to the side of the vessel and dropped him limp and beaten to the pier. And the mate was a good stout specimen of a seafarer too. Then the captain rushed below, emerging after an instant with a chest which he flung ager his subordinate,. It was followed a moment later by a stream of small stuff—mingled with language—projected through an open porthole. This in turn ceased. The captain reappeared with a pail and brush, scrubbed feverishly at the of- fending spot, mopped it dry with that same old red bandanna handkerchief, glared about him and abruptly became as serene and placid as a noon calm. He took up the direction of the steve- dores. It was all most astounding. Nobody paid any attention to the mate. 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