THE PATTON COURIER ‘The Mutiny oe. A CHAPTER IX—Continued tf On deck, early in the evening, they heard sounds of scuffling and shouting, The voices were too far off for any of the prisoners to hear what was sald. But they knew some dreadful scenes of violence were being enacted, some such scene, perhaps, as that which had ended in Hallett’s murder. Mrs. Radway spoke in a level, hard voice. She addressed her remarks to Crosby Todd. “I suppose you realize by this time, what chance we stand if Doctor Waite has been killed?” The thought that he had gone bravely to a doom which could not be averted, and had gone from a group of people who plainly did not trust him, was horrible to her. She had always es- teemed ingratitude among the blacker sing, and fiow she was forced to ac- cuse hersdlf of it. It was strange, ghe thought, that the only thing he had ever given her was a loaded auto- matic pistol. But there was no other gift so welcome to her. Images of Metzger's grinning face came unbid- den. She took the weapon from a drawer and counted its six cartridges. . . -. * * » LJ Bettington was alone on the upper deck. He had plenty of steam, Drunk or sober, Kenzie was a good engineer and would have no shirkers. His his- tory was curious. He had been an engineer on many ships, plying in many seas; but always he had been obliged to serve on vessels whose en- gines were worn out, whose machinery would invariably be on the point of giving way. Never in all his service had he shipped on a vessel whose en- gines were even passably good. Then, almost miraculously, he had been picked up by a man who knew his past misfortunes, held them club-like over his head, and brought to the en- gine room of the Albatross. It was not drink which made Kenzie weep when he saw the vertical, inverted, compound condensing engines, which took their steam from an Almy water- tube boiler. It was unbelievable joy. His dreams were realized. He was glad that Metzger, who knew next to nothing about marine engines, left him alone. No priest in the Gothic cathe- dral was more reverent than Kenzie before his charge. Sam and Metzger, flinging all care aside, started gambling. Each knew the other had money. Metzger was the better player, but he was handi- capped by a certain fear of any tricky play. Sam interspersed his games with anecdotes of men he had pun- ished drendfully for cheating. Inter- ruptions such as these cramped Metz- ger's style of play. Sam was not go- ing to be such good picking as he hoped. Sam’s favorite form of punish- ment, it seemed, was semi-strangula- tion. It was a risky punishment, Sam confessed, because in the heat of the moment one might go too far. “An’ you know it in a minute,” Sam said. “There's something about a guy's face whose been squeezed & bit too hard, you won't never forget.” |: “Dio mio!” Metzger said petulantly, “Let us talk of something else.” “Anything you say,” Sam returned. “Wot about?” “There is only one subject,” Metz- ger said; he kissed his hand airily and raised his black eyes to heaven: “Women !” Sam reflected on this for a minute. It was not easily he shifted his base. This woman business had been settled hours ago, and he told Metzger So. They were to be kept in the fore part of the ship until Limon came in sight, It was only then that the services of the surgeon would be no longer indis- puonsable. He chuckled heavily as he thyught of the doctor's surprise. 4All In good time,” Sam declared. “Ne use hurrying.” Metzger was annoyed when Antonio Pereira, the cook whose name was en- shrined in literature, came in with a plate of the same sort of caviare sand- wiches he had been used to make for Radway. Pereira was in the mood to talk of his conquests which had ranged through many seas. Metzger, usually interested in such matters, wished only to be left alone with Sam. It was almost midnight before the cook turned in. “There is a man like me,” Metzger gaid. “He has no use for caution. I tell you women love that kind. He has lived, while you—" Metzger shrugged his shoulders, “Poor Sam!” pn “What do yer mean, ‘poor Sam! aid the other irritably, Sam was stirred to indignation. He poured forth accounts of his amours. He grew almost eloquent. 3ut he still told his friend that his agreement with the navigator must be observed for safety’s sake. Sam allowed Metzger to lure him on deck where they sprawled luxuri- ously on two great wicker chairs. Metzger set out to tempt his com- panion. Deliberately he sought to evoke images which should banish prudence. He pointed to the silhouette of Bettington’s figure against the sky- line in the distance, “It doesn’t worry me,” said Metz- ger. “I'm all right, Sam. It's you I'm sorry for.” “Wot the h--1 is it?” Sam said pet- tishly. 3y tlis time he understood that Metzger considered him one to be pitied. The icea revolted him. “While he’s up there—and he'll be there many hcurs—I know my woman is all right. But what do you know about the pre ty little girl with dark flashing eyesy I'll tell you. She By WYNDHAM MARTYN A COPYRIGHT IN THE U, 8 WNU Service o young. You, my Sam, are old; you are cautious, you are slow. Is she go- ing to wait for you when younger men offer themselves? How long will it take to get to Limon? I will ask. Wait.” He came hurrying back from the bridge. “Seven days if the steam pressure is kept up. Let us say eight days. Eight nights like this to sit up here and think about her, Sam. Dio mio! If it were for her I longed, do you think I would sit waiting, waiting?” Sam still fought for strength to re- sist this tempter. But Metzger’s words were firing his blood. “You've got to wait yourself,” he retorted. “I ain’t the only one.” Metzger laughed in scorn. He pointed again to the man on the bridge. “I can afford to wait,” he sald. “There my rival stays. There he sleeps. But you! How ‘Sparks’ must laugh at you, Sam!” “Ill break his neck,” licking his thick, dry lips. “In eight days’ time. Do you hear me? That is your revenge, is it, to give him eight days down there with her, while you wait for Costa Rica to come in sight.” Metzger burst into a peal of con- temptuous laughter. The visions that were summoned by the tempter’s sug- gestions awoke in Sam the desire to kill, “The door's locked,” he said. steel and hard to get through.” “Why give yourself that trouble? The doctor there has the key in his pocket. He'll do well enough in the chain locker.” Metzger saw that his words had fired Sam af last. “Of course, if you're afraid,” he added, “well, then wait till we see Limon.” For a moment Metzger feared he was to be victim to Sam’s sudden flaming anger, “Afraid of what?” he snarled. “Of the doctor's pretending he hasn't got the key.” When Sam scrambled to his feet Metzger chuckled. His careful plans seemed likely to work,out. Metz- ger knew Sam’s strength and brutal rages. Probably the doctor had no key; this Sam would not belleve; in- evitably there would come a fight and he did not think any man on board had a chance against Sam. And with the doctor removed his path would be easier. For the moment he concerned himself nothing with the ultimate destiny of the vessel. Petty cautions were nothing to him in suck a moment as this, Sam wasted no time In explanations. Like Metzger, he had forgotten cau- tion and future dangers in his rage and jealousy. Bettington knew the intruder was dangerous, “Give me the key,” manded, “What key?" Bettington asked. “You know d—n well. I want the key to where the women are.” “T have no key,” Bettington said. Sam struck him across the mouth with the back of his monstrous hand. “You lie,” he cried. “I'll have it, if I kill you.” Then, suddenly, without any prep- aration, Bettington struggling on deck with the enraged Sam. In a nearby chair Metzger in the moonlight watched eagerly. Bettington dared not allow Sam to get those long simian arms about him. It was only the doctor's clever foot- Sam said, “It's Sam com- He Poured Forth Accounts Amours, with continual jabs. would not win the battle for him. There was a suddenly. timing was equally an essential. tington was some sixty pounds less. astounding. loves Hallet*y nephew. They are of His work and greater speed which en- abled him to stem those savage rushes He knew they | jp He decided to change his tactics wrestling throw known as the “flying mare,’ which he had been shown by a Cornish miner in the Klondike years before. For its execution not only consider- able strength was needed, but accurate Sam could not have weighed less than two hundred and fifty pounds, while Bet- The ferocity of Sam's attacks was When the first burst of the assault did not bring him victory, the sailor, sobering a little under the Ibatross increasing pain of his bruised face, became more methodical. He saw that he must abandon this desire to beat Bettington to the deck with his flying fists and get a body hold. It was while one of his accustomed habit channels was dammed for a mo- ment by alcohol, and he paused for the fraction of a moment to think of a forgotten hold, that Bettington rec- ognized his opportunity. With his right hand he seized Sam's left wrist, swung him around a little and then grabbed the sailor's right wrist while they were back to back, and then, with a mighty strain, leaned forward and flung him clear over his shoulder. Sam fell with terrific violence, his head striking a rail. He lay there motionless, his head twisted queerly on its thick and sinewy pillar. The fate he had promised others was his own. Metzger walked quickly over and looked down at the dead man. “He forced it on me,” Bettington exclaimed. “You are witness of that. I had no key.” Metzger looked at the doctor with a singular satisfaction, “I saw you kill him,” sald he, “and I shall tell the others what I witnessed.” He wondered how he could turn this to his own advantage. Accustomed to lying and suspecting others of dishon- esty, he did not believe Bettington’s words. Of course, he had the keys and would go below to be caressed and praised by Evelyn Radway for his victory. The thought was unbearable, enraging, Metzger's knife flashed out. Noth- ing should keep the key from him. But as he raised the knife Betting- ton’s fist caught him on the temple and knocked him down. Before he could regain his weapon the doctor had tossed it into the ocean. Metzger sat up on his haunches for a few sec- onds; he cursed himself for leaving the revolver below. “Your life is worth nothing,” he cried angrily, clambering to his feet. “In two minutes you will be as Sam is and I shall go down and console her for your loss.” Bettington watched him race down the companion calling loudly for help. Obviously two minutes seemed a lib- eral computation as an estimate of the doctor’s life span. He made what haste he could to the barred door and called for instant admission. To remain outside was to be killed. To join the imprisoned four offered immediate respite, even though it might be a brief one. Mrs. Radway opened the door; he darted inside and barred it. She looked at him in horror. He had for- gotten that his face was bruised and bleeding. A moment later there was a con- fused sound of shouting and a fusil- lade of bullets struck the steel bulk- head. “You see how perfectly they trust me,” he commented. He turned his head to see Crosby Todd hurrying toward him. “They were after the doctor,” Mrs. Radway sald. «1 should feel happier if I thought that 1 was the only one needed,” Bet- tington said soberly. He lowered. his voice as he saw Mary and her broth- er. “They are outside ravening like wolves.” “Can they get in?" Evelyn Radway asked. “1 doubt it,” he said, with an alr of cheerfulness. “Not tonight, anyway.” To the four he was confronting the weather seemed suddenly to have be- come rough, There was a perceptible difference in the motion of the Alba- tross. “She isn’t steering,” Bettington ex- plained. “She's wallowing in the trough of the sea, but there's no dan- ger yet.” “Why did you leave the wheel if you are the only man capable of tak- ing charge?’ Todd demanded. “Because a dead steersman would 4 understand that they want to kill me? I confess I don't gee why, unless it is they have discovered I'm bent on help- ing you. First Sam came at me and then Metzger tried to knife me. I don’t think they kpew I had changed the course.” He saw that Mary shivered at the mention of Sam, The thought of him had given her nightmare terrors. “What reason gid they give?” Todd asked. He was still convinced that there was an effort to dupe him. ‘That they wanted the keys to this part of the yacht, Bettington turned to Mary and smiled. He had been able, after all, to do something for Tubby Unwin's girl. Not again would Sam menace her, “Sam fs dead,” he told her. “Metz. ger Is in command and swore to get help and have me killed. That's why I had to burst in here.” There was something a litfle wistful in his tone. “I wish I could feel I was more wel- come.” “You don't doubt my welcome, I hope,” Mrs, Radway said gently. He looked into her eyes with some- thing of adoration. Surely no man had ever so grievous a prospect ahead of him. Her friendship heartened him, “Thank God,” he sald, “I am sure of you.” The sight stirred Crosby Todd to indignation. “You say Sam is dead,” he remarked. “How do you know that?” “Because I killed him,” sald Bet- tington. CHAPTER X Slivers to the Rescue Of all those who made up the crew of the Albatross, none had been so thrilled with the day's happenings as Slivers. He possessed a boy's appe- tite for adventure. His earliest am- bitions were directed toward a career of piracy, and in this, his fifth voyage, they seemed about to be realized. Slivers had seen men die. He had crept on deck and looked, fascinated, at Sam, whose red face was white at last, and whose stubborn neck was bent at a horrifying angle. But Sliv- ers had his doubts as to the final out- come of the struggle. Of all these men of blood and violence, he es- teemed the prowess of the tall doctor mest highly, Anyone who could have killed Sam with his bare hands. “He,” sald Slivers, thinking it over, “he’s the guy for my money!” If the amazing doctor should sally forth and overwhelm the rest, where exactly would Augustus Condon stand? That was Slivers’ problem. Pirates, he had read, invariably met their doom swinging from a yard-arm over yawn- ing black waters. Slivers stole quietly from the door of Metzger's room and came stealthily to the one which had been so recently assaulted. Just the other side Bet- tington was erying to spatch some sleep; continuous tapping awoke him, Listening intently, he could hear hig name spoken in a shrill treble. He threw the door open, pistol in hand, and saw Slivers. “Ain't got nuthin’ to eat, have yer?” Slivers demanded. “No,” Bettington whispered. “Pll get some,” said the boy jaunt fly. “Cook's in with the chief, talkin’ about the skirts. Crazy about 'em, The rest is soused. They'll never get me.” He brought a ham already cooked, an Eden cheese and quantities of canned fruit and milk. “Slivers,” said Bettington, when he saw the loot, “what's the idea of help- ing us like this? What do you expect its dangling inspired rm, with victim, recurred. He was with sudden cunning. “If they knew, they'd kill me,” he whispered. He cast about for a word. “I'm a neutral,” said Slivers. “You're the best little neutral I ever knew,” Bettington said heartily, as he looked at the provender. “Where are you going now?’ He had some idea of adding the boy to his company. “Back to hear what they're saying.” He shook his head wisely. “I'll come have been equally useless. Don't you Mennonite Colony in Mennonites first appeared in Amer- ica about 1662, when a band of 24, led by Pieter Cornelius Plockhoy, or- ganized a settlement, but it was not until a century later that the cult be- came firmly established. 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In such cases erally an express or ime plied | e on the part of the au- thorities t they will not prosecute the witness who thus testifies, or that he w t least be dealt with leniently. Prosecutors do not usually promise such immunity unless there is insuffi- cient evidence to convict the defend- ant without the testimony in question. —Pathfinder Magazine. i Odor After Rainfall Pain has no odor, but in falling purifies the air. Often rain is pro- duced hy eleetrical charges in the air, and these charges produce a gas called ozone which has a delightful fresh odor, Crosby Todd was the first to rise. He looked with astonishment at the provisions. In his first flush of grati- tude he forgot that Bettington must have opened the door and been in communication with the enemy; this was soon to seem a very suspicious action. At the same time, in the after part of the ship Metzger and Pereira faced one another, They had fallen asleep after hours of splendid planning, They had decided with enthusiasm to slay the doctor, the wireless operator and Bob Unwin as soon as morning came, The morning came too soon: they had been scarcely two hours asleep when Kenzie awoke them. Already they were paying the penalty of the reckless mixing of drinks. Kenzie brought an enormous pot of coffee; he wanted to talk business. “What's going to be done?” he asked. Pereira waved an arm impatiently. He did not realize that the Albatross was rolling gently in the trough of the “A Letter for the Doc!” Said Slivers: summer sea, He was anxious for those delights which had been assured in Limon. “We waste time,” he declared with dignity; “go as fast as you can.” Metzger sobered, saw things in a less happy light. In his mad anger toward Bettington be had forgotten that unless a competent navigator were discovered the Albatross must drift until another boat had seen her and reported her condition or proffered the help that would not be accepted. Mike could steer a course if it were set, but who was to set it? Kenzie delivered an ultimatum. “I want to know if I'm to let my fires out or keep up steam.” “Go below,” Metzger cofmanded. “I will let you know what is to be done.” Metzger convicted himself of gross stupidity. Why had he not applauded the surgeon for the death .of Sam and so gained his whole confidence? Instead of this, his insane jealousy had cropped out. It had driven the doctor to the side of the woman he longed for, It had left the yacht with- out the one man who could find where shoals were and watch the charts for hidden dangers. When Slivers ap- peared with the omelette Metzger had decided on his course. The boy would do as a messenger to Bettington and the rest. They would hardly shoot him; if they did, little harm would be done, He took a piece of the ship’s mono- grammed paper and scribbled a note. Pereira approved it and Slivers was used as the messenger. When the cook’s helper rapped at the door and, since was on a legiti- mate errand, dared to shout, it was Crosby Todd who cautiously peered through. an electric stove in what had been Radway’s room. “A letter for the Doc,” sald Slivers. Todd drew him in and shut the door. “Where is it?” Todd demanded. “It’s for the Doc.” “Pll give it to him.” it from him roughly. Instinctively he felt there must be something here which would give color to his sus- “It’s all right,” he said to Todd snatched picions. Slivers. Todd did not read it until he was | out of sight. His eyes grew bright. Here was the evidence he needed to | convince Mrs. Radway. Now she must abandon this stubbornly held faith. Allowing a few minutes to elapse he went back to the waiting boy. “Doctor Waite will write an an- swer in half-an-hour. He says he must consider the proposition. Now run away for thirty minutes, son.” Slivers’ message was received in the silence of deep gloom. “What's he mean by that?’ Metzger | demanded when the boy had gone. “She will not let him leave her,” Periera said. “What else should it be?” So busied was Bettington in wiring the little unconnected stove, that he did not notice the others were gath- ered in Mrs. Radway’s room. Evelyn Radway knew Todd's face that he had some new winged barb for the doctor. She felt she had never detested anyone so much as this self-assured young man, upon whose words Mary and her broth- er hung. “Mrs. Radway,” Todd began, “you know our interests all lie in the same direction. In justice to us as well as yourself you wouldn't want to put confidence in anyone you knew posi- tively was unworthy, would you?” “Certainly not.” m0 BB CONTINUED) | could be restored, he left the labora- | tory. Bettington was rigging up | from the triumph on | QUEER TALE OF LOVE AND HATE COMES TO LIGHT Wife Kills Mate Rather Than Continue Attempts to Restore Life. | Tashkent, Turkestan,—Seven months | after the death of the famous Prof. V. M. Michaelovsky, who a year ago | | astounded the world with his success- ful experiments in injecting new life { Into dead creatures, his youthful wife, a protegee and helpmate in all his re- cent work, will be tried for “responsi- bility for his death.” Madame Michaelovsky will go on trial shortly. If convicted, she faces the penalty of death. Tangle of Hatred. The case presents a tangle of emo- tions of love, hate and devotion to science and religion. 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