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CHAPTER I.
"Ho, ho, John Topp!" said the boys.
"You daren't tackle him, that's what
it is. The stranger can thrash you,
and you know it."
Now, I knew nothing of the sort, and,
in fact, rather fancied that I could
thrash Alexander Ireland as easily as
I had every other boy in Whitby, but
the others were jealous of my prowess,
aud therefore egged me on to tackle
the stranger In the hope that he might
prove too smart for me. For thus their
broken noses and lost teetb would be
avenged.
I was at that time a bull necked,
squarely built young lout of 15, and
Alec was red haired, slender and wiry,
and about six months my senio.*. 1
was the best fighter in Whitby—even
Dan Asquith. the squint eyed butcher's
boy, said so—and I bad a reputation to
lose: A!ec was a newcomer to the town
and h.id none.
"Come on, carrott.v head!" I cried,
stung at last into action by the jeers
which I affectMd to despise. "They tell
me you are a good lighter: let us see
which of us two is to be cock."
But the Rtrnuger kept his hands in
bis pockets. »
"Why should 1 tight?" he asked
gravely. "1 haven't quarreled with
you."
"Afraid?" said I contemptuously
"Right! Say I can lic-it you. and you
shan't have vour thrashing."
"No." lie replied steadily. "I am not
afraid of you. but I don't choose to
tight for nothing."
"That's all brag." I said, as I edged
up to him "You've either got to fight
or acknowledge you're afraid." and 1
gi>ve him a shove with my shoulder
"All right then: I'll light."
And without more words we stripped
and set to
For an hour and a half l»y the church
clock the tight went on. each of us dog
gedly determined to come up to the
mark so long as his trembling knees
would support 1)Iin.
At last the end came, and It was ire
land who eventually struck the knock
out blow. How many rounds we fought
I do not know, but at last I felt that
unless I could finish him -off quickly j
1 should not be able to toe the mark
the next time the umpire '-ailed time. 1
So, summoning up ail of my failing
energies for one last slashing blow
that would make me the victor and
him Insensible, 1 rushed at him like a j
mad cart horse. He did not flinch, but
stood his ground waiting for me. j
Dodging my blow, be seized my left
huiid with bis right, ducked bis bead
under my arui, whipped his other band
between my legs and before any one
rT|'„d What had happened
knocked out of me like corn out of a
burst bag. It was all done In less
than a couple of seconds and. ns 1 had
fallen on my head. I lay quiet enough.
"Alec Ireland," 1 said when 1 had re
covered. "I own you have given me a
thorough drubbing. Will you shake
hands?"
"No, no," he said. "You bad the best
of It but for the last fall, and If it
hadn't been for that south country
trick by which I lifted you over my
shouldi'i' 1 should have had to knuckle
under to you."
Huch was the beginning of my friend
ship with Alexander Ireland On that
very night we took together the sol
emn sailors' oath, by which we became
sworn shipmates for life, and to this
day we have neither of us broken It.
My new friend and I quickly found
that we had a great deal In common.
The perils and pleasures of the sea
had always had an enthralling fascina
tion for me, aud when I discovered that
Alec shared my passion for salt water
my previously vague longings became
suddenly crystallized Into a definite
purpose I would be a sailor. Conse
quently It soou became the greatest
enjoyment of my leisure time to sit in
the dark little parlor of the Augel and
listen to the tales of the old seamen
who frequented It—tales of the great
captains they bad known and sailed
under, who, caring as little for the
violence of the tropical hurricane as
for the Ice grip of the cold north, had
braved the storms of unknown oceans
in their stout little ships and bad
brought back from every clime Its
choicest treasures to lay them at the
feet of our sovereign lady, good Queen
Bess.
There was, however, one thing, and
that no small one, over which Alec aud
I very nearly quarreled. Aud what j
should that be If not a woman? For It '
Is woman's bright smile aud coyly
drooping eye which shatter half the
friendships of man with man, even
when the longed for down has hardly
yet appeared on the upper lip and the
razor Is still a Joy to be gloated over ln»|
secret.
Inez was her name, and she was the
daughter of Hon Miguel, a Spanish
gentleman who had for a reason which
I did not then know taken up his resi
dence In Whitby. I had known her
■luce she was a child of 10 and had
never thought of her more than of any
other girl lu Wtoltby until one day I
chanced to see her In the street with a
new gown on. It was a wonderful
gown—tlio skirt of It was slashed and
puffed out to the size of a 40 gallou
cask and as 1 looked and marveled It
suddenly struck me that the laughing
face above It was the most bewitch
ing I had ever seen. Perhaps It was
the Hue dress that did It, and perhaps
It was the pretty mouth that smiled
and wished me a "good day." lam uot
quite sure which It was, but the next
time I met her In the lane near her
father's house 1 asked her to be my
sweetheart. A Tier a few blushes and
a few kisses she said she would, and I
was the proudest lad lu Whitby.
Alec, however, was uot pleased at
my success, and very soon he told me
so.
"Jack," he said, "I didn't think my
sworn shipmate would prove a traitor."
"A traitor!" I exclaimed. "It's a
hard word, and 1 don't know what 1
have done to deserve It liow am 1 a
traitor?"
"She Is a Spaniard, Jack. The Span
iards are the qucvtt'U enemies, and you
and 1 have said we meant to light for
the qjeen."
"Inez Is no one's enemy."
"Hut her father, Don Miguel, Is a
Spaniard."
"Yes; 1 suppose he Is. Is that all
you have to accuse him of?" I asked,
somewhat nettled at his persistence.
"Isn't li enough? 1 tell ywu that ev
ery Spattlai'l lu .«»i enemy to Kuglaud
and Queen Bess, and since my father.
Captain Harry Ireland, was murdered
by the Spaniards every Spaniard is an
enemy to me."
"And shall be to me, too," I said as 1
gripped his hand. "But I don't see
that the rule applies to the daughters."
"Spanish daughters become Spanish
mothers. Jack."
"Not when they marry Englishmen."
"Do you mean to marry Inez, then?"
be said, looking at me earnestly.
"Yes; when 1 am old enough. If she
will have me."
"No fear of her refusing a stout Eng
lishman! Well, if that is so I will say
uo more, although I admit I don't like
It"
But. although Alec agreed to let me
have my way. I could see that he was
displeased at what i was doing, and
his displeasure at first angered and
then grieved me.
"Alec." I said to him one day, "I'm
going to see Inez tonight. Will you
come with me?"
"Do you really want me to go?"
"Yes. Alec. 1 do."
"Will her father be there?"
"No We never see him in the even
ing."
"Then, if you are sure of that, I will
go But have you never guessed. Jack,
why it is that you never see Don
Miguel in the evening?"
"Because he Is busy in his work
shop"
"At what sort of work?"
"How should I know? 1 never asked
blm."
"I will tell you He is an alchem
ist."
"What?" I cried. "Are you sure of
that. Alec: Alchemy! Why. it's the
devil's own trade."
"Sn they say. Bat to me It seems
that if the devil had any favor for the
work, alchemists would be richer than
they are It's an ill trade, though, at
best and not the one I should choose
for my comrade's fatber-ln-law."
This news of Alec'* troubled me. for,
though lie declared that the devil could
have uo share In such profitless toll,
jfii^
l was the proudest lad tn IV hi thy.
yet I had always been told that every
alchemist had sold himself to satan,
aud 1 more than half believed it. Still,
I argued that luez was not to be blam
ed for her father's sins, and in the end
Alec agreed with me.
After that night I never had any
more disagreement with him on the
subject of my lovemaking. Inez fairly
laughed and sang herself Into his good
graces. She had the sweetest voice 1
ever heard, and as she sat In a corner
by the fire and sang us quaint little
sea songs that her nurse, Ann Garrat,
had taught her 1 wondered whether
the mertnaldens that the old sailors of
the Angel spoke of were one-half so
sweet and pretty as my owu little
Spanish sweetheart.
"Why. Jack," said Alec as we walked
home from her house, "she Is hardly a
Spaniard at all, except for her black
hair aud eyes. No Whitby girl could
have sung those English sea songs
with a prettier accent than she did."
"No Whitby girl could have sung
them half so well," I answered warm
ly, "and, as for her being English, her
nurse has seen to that. Dame Garrat
hates Spain almost as much as you do,
and she won't allow Inez to speak a
word of Spanish in her hearing."
"Well, she's a sweet girl, Jack, and
I'm glad of It for your sake. It's a
pity, though, that her father Is a Span
lard."
I said nothing In reply to this, for, to
tell the truth, I was not much more In
love with the surly Don Miguel than
was Alec. By and by, as we walked,
Alec began to hum n tune, and after a
short time he sang the words too. It
was the last song Inez had sung to us,
and I remember the chorus went llko
this:
Then, ah, for the cruel creeping waves.
With their clay cold lips of feprsy;
But. hi, (or the merry darning waves
That with the iun beams play I
"Take cure, Alec!" I said, with a
laugh. "You'll be falling lu love with
Inez yourself." »
"No, no, Jack; I like her, It Is true,
but I'll never be a rival to my sworn
shipmate."
Nevertheless when I said "Good
night" to him and turned In at my fa
ther's gate I heard him go singing
down the road, and the words that
came floating up the breeze io me
sounded suspiciously familiar. It seem
ed to me that what he sang was:
Hi, for the merry dancing waves!
And the tune, at any rate, wus the
same.
CHAITER 11.
Before Alec's arrival on the scene 1
grieve to say that besides being one Of
the greatest dunces In the school I
was also, so the master said, the most
troublesome young scapegrace he ever
had the misfortune to cane. He told
my father that he could not conscien
tiously take any blame to himself for
my deplorable Ignorance and deprav
ity, as he would warrant that there
was scarcely a square inch of iuy un
gainly carcass that his ferule or birch
broom had not scored. I was Innately
wicked, he declared, and my poor fa
ther groaned and said he feared tlio
schoolmaster was right.
There was really some Justification
for this belief of my father's, for all
my ten brothers (1 was the youngest of
11) were either doing well or giving
promise of It, and 1 was the only one
who had ever given my worthy par
ents the least trouble. The others
were mostly parsons, or on the way to
become parsons; so, as my father, too,
was in the church, there was plenty of
piety In the family, but I am very
much afraid that the collective good
ness of all my relatives was more than
balanced by my Individual depravity.
1 have heard uiy mother say-and It
has never occurred to in* to doubt IV-
thai the lirst use I made of my
after I Warned the art of locomotion
was ti> walk straight Into a scrape. It
is a hal»il I have not dropped with In
crease of years.
Now. however. I had for the first
time a companion who. like myself, ap
peared to be happiest when in trouble,
and for the next two years Alec and I
continued to live in a state of intermit
tent rebellion with those in authority.
We both haukered after excitement,
and the pursuit of it continually led us
into hot water. Now it would be a
scuffle with his lordship's men for snar
ing his lordship's grouse, now a brawl
in a tavern and now, again, a threat of
severe pun'shment for scaring half the
town with a turnip lantern on a dark
winter's niglit. Once we went off for
a whole week and lived like conies
among the hills, and on another occa
sion we hid ourselves in a ship's hold
and sailed down to Scarboro in her
and then tramped the whole way back
over the moors on foot.
Adventures like these cemented our
friendship and taught us to be quick
aud ready In emergencies, but they did
not teud to increase our popularity
with those in authority, and to such an
extent did our ill repute spread that
when anything went wrong or any evil
was committed of which the perpetra
tors were not at once discovered every
finger pointed to Alexander Ireland
and John Topp as the culprits. And,
truth to tell, these judicial digits did
not often point askew.
Alec, Indeed, pursued his studies
with some amount of diligence; but as
for me the perpetual war which 1
wageil with the schoolmaster was far
too bitter to admit of my profiting by
his efforts to instruct me. I increased,
therefore, in very little except stature,
but in that I bid fair to be pre-eminent
in Whitby.
My eventual sudden departure from
the town was caused by the unexpect
ed boiling over of a pan of water, and
this is how ft came about:
I had gone to see my sweetheart
Inez, and Alec had, as usual, accom
panied me. He still took great pleas
ure In the sea songs she used to sing
to us, and, besides, bis presence was a
help to our lovemaking, as he was al
ways willing to converse with Dame
(iarrat and so divert her attention
from Inez to me when we happened to
wish to speak of anything of an espe
cially private nature. Jl'e bad a pre
arranged system of signals by which I
could always let him know when I
wanted him to talk louder tljan usual,
and, to tell the truth, our knowledge of
the code was In no dauger of growing
rusty from want of use.
On this particular night, however,
the conversation had been of other
times and places than our own. We
had been discussing the marvelous
wealth of the new world, and Alec and
I had fought a wordy battle about the
relative merits of glory and gold. He
was all for glory, and I was for gold
first and glory only as an afterthought
when the gold was safe below batches.
"Jack," said Inez to me when Alec
and I had. In our despair of converting
one another, come to a controversial
deadlock, "there are other ways of
making gold than by fighting for It."
"Yes, sweetheart, I know there are,"
I answered, "but you would not have
me to become a smug faced merchant?"
,!Ur ' a ' ar * oUicr «*»»
"The devil's work!" I cried.
"My father's work. Jack," replied
Inez gravely.
"Yes, sweetheart, and I wish It were
not," 1 began when Alec Interrupted
me.
"Jack, my boy, you're a fool. How
can the devil have anything to do with
It? The trade's respectable enough,
though It doesn't seem to be very prof
itable to Its professors—a sure sign, by
the way, that It's an honest one."
"Jack," said Inez, "will you see for
yourself?"
"Visit Don Miguel at Ills work?"
"Yes."
"Not I!" I said, with a shudder. "I
should expect to be enchanted.
Alec, however, chaffed me for my
superstitious fears and said that noth
ing would please him better than to
see how the work was done. Now, to
be called a coward In the hearing of
my sweetheart was naturally more
than I could stand, so 1 told Alec I
would go with him.
Inez said there was a window In the
pantry from which we could see Don
Miguel's laboratory without his know
ing that any one was watching him, so
we stationed ourselves there. Alec was
all curiosity to see what was going o»j;
but, though I tried to conceul my fears,
I was horribly afraid that some unholy
sight would meet my eyes. From my
cradle I have been taught that it Is al
ways safest to shun the devil and Ills
works, anil 1 believe It to be a thor
oughly good rule.
Don Miguel's laboratory was a fear
some place. There were rows upon
rows of retorts and flasks of various
quaint shapes, shelves with big, dusty,
learned looking books on them, cases
of bottles containing tinctures of vari
ous colors, both dull and bright; char
coal furnaces, and steaming vats of
bubbllug liquids. The floor was mark
ed out Into arcs, circles, triangles and
every sort of uncanny geometrical fig
ure, and one corner of the room was
entirely filled by a large blast furnace,
over which Don Miguel was leanlug,
Intently watching some substance that
was hissing and gurgling in an earth
enware crucible.
There was uo light In the room ex
cept that which the glow of the fur
nace gave, and as at each blast It burn
ed up brightly and shone for a moment
on the pale, eager face of the alchemist
and then died away In a gloom again
which by contrast was almost dark
ness 1 thought I had never gazed upon
such an unholy scene.
As we watched we saw that a crit
ical point in the process bad evidently
been reached. The Spaniard was trem
bling aud muttering as be peered Into
the crucible whenever the dragon's
breath of the furnace gave him light,
and, though we could not hear what ho
said. It was perfectly clear that bo was
wildly excited- unless, perhaps, It was
the working of madness that we saw.
By and by he seemed to see the sign
for which lie was looking. With a low
cry of delight, more like the yapping of
a dog than anything else, he stopped
the furnace blast and lit a rushlight
candle. Then he took the crucible
from the flames and poured the con
tents Into unother vessel.
For four or five minutes be held It
up to the light, and during all that
time, as be watched the silent work
ings of Ills hell broth In the vessel, I
never once saw his eyelids blink. Then
he gave a wild, unearthly yell of de
light, which made my very marrow
run cohl, as though a tub of water had
been thrown over me, and as his ex
cited utterance became louder we could
now hear what he said:
"It turn«! It turiin! The color—the
lovely blood TCMI color! See* how It
rises), r«-d HIIOWIHJJ through the grecnl
Succextt IUIH come to me at laul, and to
morrow I tdmll linvi' irold! Hu. ha, hit,
tia. lin! Gold. «<>ld. gold!"
At HIIH moment iiue of the lluskN
Ihut hull lieeu iCUI'ItUUK UUll
In another corner suddenly boiled over,
and the liquid fell, hissing, on to the
charcoal embers. A cloud of steam
rose into the air, and at the sight my
overstrained nerves could bear the ten
sion uo longer, and I uttered a sharp
cry The Spaniard heard it. and It
made him start involuntarily. Some of
the decoction in the vessel be was hold
ing splashed over and burned his hand.
With a yell of pain he let the vessel
fall, and the precious essence was spill
ed on the floor, over which it ran in an
oily stream, burning with a blue, sul
phurous flame. He looked up at the
window, saw our white scared faces
peering at him, and with another yell
(of rage this time) he snatched up a
sword that was lying on a table and
made a rush for the door.
"Fly. Jack, fly! He'll murder you!"
cried Inez as she pushed me away
from the window.
1 snatched a hurried kiss from her j
and lied, and Alec with me.
Down the lane we ran with all the ■
speed that fear gave us and Don Mi
guel hard on our heels. We gained on
him slightly and, taking advantage of
the darkness, doubled and crouched
down under the side of a haystack. He
did not see our maneuver, and we
breathed more freely as the sound of
his footsteps grew fainter In the dis
tance.
"A near shave, that!" 1 said as we
made over some fields to avoid meeting
the Spaniard as be returned.
"Yes," replied Alec, "but why did
you run?"
"For the same reason as you did, 1
suppose" ( answered, somewhat sur
lily.
"Afraid?"
"Yes, afraid. What of It?"
"It isn't like John Topp."
"John Topp fears no man," I said
sharply, "but the devil 1 won't tackle."
"Jack, your superstition is childish,"
said Alec sravely. "An angry Spaniard
was the only devil I could see."
"Then, for the matter of that, why
did you run?"
"Partly because you did."
"Thanks! And the other reason?
The angry Spaniard, eh?" I said, with
■ sneer.
"Yes, Jack, the angry Spaniard."
"Then which of us is the coward, I'd
like to know—you or I? I run from
the devil, and I'm not ashamed to own
it; you run from a man because he's
angry and has a sword in bis hand, j
aud apparently you are not ashamed to
own that."
"That was not my reason," said Alec.
"No? Then what was it? Surely a
very cunning one, for I quite fail to
Bee it." It was my turn now, I thought.
"He's your sweetheart's father," re
plied Alec simply.
1 stopped dead. "Alec," I said, "I
give you leave to bit me as hard as you
like, straight from the shoulder, here
on my blundering, stupid mouth a
straight left bander, mind! And I
promise you I won't return the blow."
"No, thanks," replied Alec, with a
laugh.
"I wish you would," I answered pen
itently. "I deserve It for venturing
to speak of cowardice and Alec Ireland
In the same breath. Can you forgive
me?"
"Of course I do," sz-id .-, with an
other laugh, and he wovltfii't let me
tlves of pure chivalry, It Is hard that
bis own sworn shipmate should accuse
blm of cowardice. I was thoroughly
ashamed of myself, and even now the
only excuse I can make for my disloyal
suspicions Is that the fearsome scene
we bad witnessed In the alchemist's
laboratory had so scared me that I did
not rightly know what I was saying.
It's a thin excuse, though, at the beet
CHAPTER 111.
"One eye, one hand and an otter skin
cap"—that Is my earliest recollection
of Willie Trehallon.
Our lirst meeting took place when I
was quite a youngster. He had come
up to the vicarage on some errand or
other, and when I told him my father
was out he said he would wait and of
fered to pass the time In telling me a
story for a pot of ale. I remember
well, even now, how be grumbled at
the poorness of the liquor I gave him,
and, to tell the truth, our small beer
was exceedingly small.
But, admitting that I could not fairly
be blauied for the weakness of the
I hung upon Ms words.
brew, ho sat down on the bench out
side the kitchen door and to pay for
his drink spun me such wonderful
yarns of floating Islands on which
there lived magicians who sold winds,
of mermaids and sea serpents anil oth
er marvels of the deep, all of which he
had himself seen In his travels, that 1
hung upon bis words and thought him
the greatest hero I had ever seen. And
afterward, whenever I met his squat,
square figure rolling down the street,
he always had a nod or a cheery "How
goes It, my young master?" for me, a
piece of condescension which gave me
more pleasure than did the most ex
travagant praise from the schoolmas
ter or any other of my lawful teachers.
That my estimate of Willie's quali
ties was not altogether accurate was
proved by the manner of bis leaving
Whitby.
One night. In a frolicsome mood, en
gendered, no doubt, by liquors more
potent than the vicarage beer, he at
tempted to break the constable's head,
and as next day he had to sit In the
stocks as a penalty for his Joke he con
sidered that he had been Insulted by
the Inhabitants of Whitby. He disap
peared. therefore, from the town, and,
though I did not see blm again for
nearly eight years. 1 remembered Ills
stories, but the man himself became a
mere hazy phantom In my mind until
on the day after our adveuture with
the alchemist I met hint again.
About midday Don Miguel hail called
at the vicarage and asked to see my
father. They were closeted together
for a long time, and. as I began to fear
that this conjunction of the church
with one of the devil's own favorites
boiled ill for my comfort jiresently, I
told Alec.
"Well," said he. "what can we do?
We shull Just have to tako our punish
ment."
"Yes, 1 suppose so," said I, "but If
I've to be punished I don't see why I
shouldn't have some fun first, and In
any case it would be u shnni* to waste
a fine afternoon like this at school."
"It does seem a pity." he replied,
"and It will be very hot and weari
some. with nothing to do but pester old
Prosody in his after dinner sleep. Come
on; let's do something else."
"Bight What shall we do?"
"Fish."
"The very thing: Then I can take a
salmon as a present to Dame Garrat In
the evening. She's apt to get sharp
tongued if I go too often empty hand
ed to see Inez."
So we borrowed a boat and a net and
set up the river at the second hour of
the flood. We had just grounded our
boat on the bank near the high blr.ff,
where the stream turns off to the north,
and were busy making fast one end
of our uet on the shore when we no
ticed that a stranger had taken up his
quarters on the opposite bank.
lie was a short, dark, sturdy man In
the dress of a sailor. He wore loose
knee breeches, with a short canvas
smock over them; coarse blue worsted
stockings, and shoes latched with brass
buckles. Rouud his waist was a broad
leather belt, into which was stuck a
bone handled sheath knife; on his up
per spars was a huge brown, wide
sleeved, wide skirted coat, with the
tails looped up to be out of the way,
and on his head was a cap of brown
skin. He was standing in a 20 foot
boat, which he had fitted with a house
of canvas and wood, and was finishing
his work by giving it all a generous
coat of tar.
The figure seemed somehow familiar
to me, and when I saw that the tar pot
hung from a hook which had been sub
stituted for a right hand the feeling
that I ought to know the man grew
stronger. Suddenly he broke out into
a song, accompanying himself by beat
ing a tanoo with the tar brush on the
top of the cabin. The song was one I
frequently had heard Willie Trehalion
bawl through the Whitby streets years
ago:
Sail a WIT,
Hack away,
Plunder! [Rap with tar brush.]
Scatter all the money like a man.
tkime back.
Nothing lack,
Thunder! [Ksp.j
Gather ill the valuable! you can.
This one verse was solo and chorus
both, and to begin singing the song
was very much like starting to roll a
big stone down hill—it was easy to
start, but almost Impossible to stop till
the voice, like the slope, was exhaust
ed.
"Willie Trehalion, ahoy!" I cried, and
the singer turned round to see who was
calling.
He had no/ altered one Jot since I
saw him last. His face was browned
by the sun, wrinkled by the winds and
purpled by strong liquors, and, as this
richness of coloring was in strong con
trast to the rest of his bead, which, un
derneath the protecting otter skin cap,
was as round and smooth as an Ivory
ball, the effect of the whole was dis
tinctly striking. Add to this back
ground of purple and white a globular
blue nose, a jag for a mouth, an Irreg
ular depression where the right eye
should have been, and (always remem
bering the iron hook for a right hand)
you have a fairly faithful picture of
Willie Trehalion, bos'nn.
We pulled across to him, shooting the
salmon net as we went
master, but the some face as Willi©
Trehalion left eight years ago last gull
egg season. It'll be scraped with a ra-
Eor afore long, trust me. And who be
this?"
"My sworn shipmate, Willie."
"Sarvice to you, master. And his
name, if I may be so bold?"
"Alexander Ireland," I said. "Came
to Whitby since you left"
Willie started when I told him. the
name, and I saw his solitary eye scan
ning Alec all over, as If he expected to
see something familiar In him.
"Any manner o' kin to Captain Har
ry Ireland, what wan lost on the Span
ish main?"
"Son," said Alec.
"Put It there!" cried the sailer, mois
tening his leathern fist and holding it
out for Alec to grasp. "Put It there, If
a young gentleman like you ain't too
proud! I sailed under your father,
lad."
"Sailed with my father!" exclaimed
Alec excitedly. "Then you can tell me
about him." t
"That 1 can. I sailed with him to
the Barbary coast an back Just afore
he left London river for the Spanish
main. It was a r'yal voyage we made I
an good for him If he'd been content
with what was brought home then.
But he was always a venturesome
man, was Cap'n Ireland, an his search
for Manoa proved to be his last voyage,
poor body!"
"Tell me about It," said Alec eagerly.
And 1 could see that his face was flush
ed with excitement at the prospect of
hearing news of his father.
"We went out to the Barbary coast
with about ten peddler's packs o' beads
an gewgaws, along with some rlsted
nails an a few scoro o' barrel hoops, an
we came back with a cargo as a Jew
would sell his beard for a look at.
Such a cargo—gould dust an gould peas
an gould pebbles an ornaments o* gould
an a great gould kettle big enough to
stew a goat In, that Cap'n Ireland gave
to the queen's own majesty! I tell 'ee
there was gould enough to fill this boat
o' mine three times over. Why, there
was u many o' us as soiled the ragged
old clothes off our backs, let alone
what was stowed away In tho chests,
an some even would have traded the
weapous o' the ship & Captain Ireland
hadn't stopped them. Elephants' teeth
there was. somo black with age an
some still bloody from their moorings,
an river horses' teeth an other things
as 1 dlsremember the outlandish names
of. An when we left the king o' the
blacks fell a-blubberlng because we
had nothing more to sell him.
"A right swift pass wo made o' It
home, too—6B days out o' the Barbary
river—never an hour more—when our
anchor was dropped again In honest
Thames mud. An when the merchants
came aboard with their clerks au the
news was spread on shore the bells
was set a-rluglng out o' sympathy with
our good fortune. It was a r'yal voy
age for sure!"
"And afterward?" asked Alec when
the boatswain stopped.
"Afterward? Why, afterward wo
went an spent our money like men.
No more work for a spell, so oft wo set
ashore. We lived like emperors, sparing
nothing we wanted, some for a week,
some o' tho thrifty ones even longer.
You should ha' seen us setting casks o'
good ale abroach for every one to
drink your father's health, young sir,
an decking the girls with ribbons till
they looked like a lot o' laughing rain
bows! Kb, but those were merry days!''
"But my father," said Alec Impa
tiently—"what of him?"
Willie's single eye dwelt for a second
on tho questioner's face and then turn
ed away.
"Best draw your net, masters, afore
you hear any mare o' the yarn," he pro
nounced. "Title's ebbing fast, an you'll
have a tough Job to get across as It Is."
Absorbed by the Interest of Willie's
story, we hud quite forgotten übout
No. 44
our fishing, aud now the rap]dj v p ,.
!ng tide gave us cousiderible
in hauling in our uet. how
ever. was a good oue —sct^F very fate
Usli and one 20 I re
solved, should go as a offering to
Dame Garrat, the Spaniard's house
keeper.
There was a small grate in the cabin
of Willie's boat, and we soon had the
rich, red salmon steaks toasting before
It.
The scent of the cooking brought an
addition to the party. A gaunt, long
legged, black cat put his nose round
the door and leered at Alec and me
with such an evil expression that we
involuntarily shrank back, and I, at
least, had uncomfortable recollections
of the stories I had heard of witches
and of the evil eye. A cat may be a
mere cat and nothing more, but the
other sort—never name them—are much
the same to look at, and I had no par
| ticular fancy for being hurried away
! on a broomstick to attend a witches'
Sabbath.
Willie noticed my consternation and
broke out into a roar of laughter.
"Ha, ha. Master Topp! Afraid o'
Nep, 1 see. Come, Nep; there's a com
pliment for you! You've scared the
young gentleman with your pretty smile.
No need to fear him, my lads. If there
ever was any witchery in him. the
salt water has washed it all out by
now. Nep's been half over the world
with me, an you might rub him in
the dark for a week without getting a
spark out o' him."
That was all very well, but when
Nep set up the brine stiffened bristles
on his tail and, arching his back, spat
and swore at me through his jagged
teeth, all because I moved my 20
pounder out of his reach, I thought it
advisable to rap out a piece of Latin
just by way of precaution. As a child
1 was taught to do so, and I have fol
lowed the rule with success throughout
life. Nep, however, was nothing more
than he seemed, and In later days we
became shipmates and firm friends,
though It took some time before I be
came sufficiently accustomed to his ec
centricities to be able to pass him with
out a shudder.
When the steaks were cooked, the
boatswain produced from one of his
lockers a little canvas bag of spices
and from another some rough wooden
plates, and while we set to with our
knives Nep did the eame with his teeth,
growling vigorously to show his satis
faction, though I had previously taken
the precaution to sign a surreptitious
cross over the share that Willie gave
him. We made a hearty meal, and
Willie, after he had with sailorlike ti
diness stowed everything back Into Its
place, tucked himself comfortable Into
a corner of his cabin, took the cat on
his knee and advised us to follow his
example and enjoy 40 winks to help
our digestion.
"But you haven't yet told me about
my father," objected Alec.
"Your father, young sir," said Willie
solemnly, "sailed once more for the
Spanish main in search o' the goulden
city o' Manoa, an o' him on o' the
company o' brave lads as went with
him never a word has been heard to
this day."
Alec was silent for a few moments,
"Mayhap not," answered Willie, "but
If he hain't, why, then he's in the In
quisition's claws, an that's nigh upon
the same thing, for you'll never set
eyes on him again, though It's sorry I
be to have to say such a word to you."
"Jack," said Alec solemnly, taking
my band, "I shall search for my father,
and I know that some day I shall meet
him again, but how—l wonder how?"
"I'm with you In the search, Alec,"
1 whispered.
Willie had been watching ns narrow
ly, with ji smile of half doubting ap
proval seaming his face. Now he spoke:
"Well, well, lads, If ever you do start
to throw away your lives on slch a
fool's quest Just let Willie Trehallon
know, an mebbe he'll ship with you as
boatswain. Captain Harry Ireland was
the best captain that ever stepped, an
I'm thinking that this old tar can't do
better than take sarvlce under his son.
But you'll never find your father, lad.
Manoa has led many besides him to
their graves, an mebbe'll be the death
of a few more before It's found."
[TO BE OONTIfIUKD.J
EAreet of Fen on Wouit.
The fear of poison In a lacerate#
wound under certain circumstances Is
In Itself quite sufficient to give 4
wounded man tetanus, or lockjaw,
than which no more horrible complica
tion exists. Thus lor a long time It
was thought that the natives of the
Solomon aud other neighboring Is
lands lately added to the empire used
poisoned arrows and many white men
shot by them died In tetanic convul
sions, Including one very horrible casj
of a commander In the navy who had
made a special study of tetanus.
At length the French governor of
New Caledonia, noticing that the symp
toms exhibited wero not consistent
with the use of any known poison, ap
pointed a medical commission to In
quire Into the affair, when it was dis
covered that the arrows of the natives
were not poisoned at all, although con
structed In such a way that a small
piece of the bone point almost always
remained In the wound. The Irritation
produced by this prevented the wound
from healing quickly, and the mental
disturbance produced by fear aud per
haps change of climate did tlvj rest.
It was discovered at the same time
that the natives of other Islands who
firmly believed in the poison theory
seldom suffered much Inconvenience
from the arrow wounds, because they,
believed that the spells given them by.
their own sorcerers prevented the poi
son from taking effect.— Psll Mall Qs
sette.
IrAsclbl* Von B®low#
During Hans von Bulow'a leader
ship or tlio orchestra at Hanover a
tenor of fame was engaged to play a
star rolo In "Lohengrin," accordlug to
l>us Neuo Matt, and while the singer
was rehearslug his part Bulow was
forced to go over the Bauoo bars a num
ber of times without the new actor
beginning to sing. Tired of bis wasted
efforts, the leader stopped the orchestra
and angrily turned to the singer.
"I know that a tenor Is proverbially
stupid," ho said, "but you seem to
roako an extenslvo use of this unwrlt
teu law."
At another time, while one of hi®
grand Intermezzos was being played
with groat feellug by his musicians, a
peculiar noise, hardly perceptible by
untrained ears, annoyed tho leader for
some little time. At flrat be thought
It resembled the flutter of wings, but
soon he discovered an elegant lady,
fanning herself In one of the boxes
close by. Bulow kept on with his ges
tures, Axing his eyes oa the offender
In a manner which meant reproof. The
lady, not heeding this, was suddenly
surprised by the leader dropping hit
stick and turning toward her.
"Madam!" lie cried, "If fan you must,
please at least keep time with your In
fernal nuisance."