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(Continued from Yeiterdtr i Summoned to wait on him, Captain Blood repaired to the Castle of Petit Goave, where the Interview was to take place. The baron, a tall, hawk faced man of forty, very cold and distant of manner, measured Captain Blood with an eye of obvious disap proval. Of Hagthorpe, Yberville and Wolverstone. who stood ranged be hind their captain, he took no heed whatever. M. de Cussy offered Cap tain Blood a chair. "A moment, M. de Cussy. X do not think M. le Baron has observed that ] am not alone. Jjet me present to you, sir, my companions: Captain Hapthorpe of the Elizabeth, Captain Wolverstone of the Atropos and Cap tain Yberville of the Eachesis." The baron stared hard and haught ily at Captain Blood. His manner implied plainly that he despised them and that he desired them at on re to understand it. It had a curious effect upon Captain Blood. It awoke the devil in it, and it awoke, at the same time, hla self-respect, which of late had been slumbering. A sudden shame of his disordered. Ill-kempt ap pearance mnde him perhaps the more defiant. He waved his captains to the chairs that stood about. "Draw up to the table, lads. We are keeping the baron waiting. They obeyed him, Wolverstone with a grin that was full of understanding. Haughtier grew the etare of M. de Rivarol. He did the only thing re maining to mark a distinction be tween himself and them. He put on his hat.” "Ye’re very wise now," said RJood amiably. “I feel the draught myself.” And he covered himself with his plumed castor. "Shall we come to business?" Within an hour the water casks at last replenished and stowed aboard, the Arabella and the Eliza beth put to sea upon that angry chase. "What now', Peter?" cried the young Jeremy Pitt. “Lord, man, what is there here to fret you? Surely 'tisn't the thought of Rivarol!" "No,” said Blood thickly. And for once he was communicative. It may well be that he must vent the thing that oppressed him or be driven mad by it. And Pitt, after all, was his friend and loved him, nnd, so, a proper man for confidences. "But if she knew! If she knew! Oh God! 1 had thought to have done with piracy; thought to have done with it forever. Yet here have I been committed by this scoundrel to the worst piracy that ever I was guilty of. Think of Car tagena! Think of the hell those dev ils will be making of it now! And I must have that on my soul!" Setting a course for Hispaniola, since they judged that thither must Rivarol go to refit before attempting to cross to France, the Arabella and the Elizabeth plowed briskly north ward with a moderately favorable wind for two days and nights with out ever catching a glimpse of their quarry. The third dawn brought with it a haze which circumscribed their range of vision to something between two and three miles, and deepened their growing vexation and their apprehension that M. de Rivarol might escape them altogether. They had Jamaica on their larboard beam some thirty miles to westward, and, indeed, away to the northwest, faintly visible as a bank of cjouds, appeared the great ridge of the Blue mountains whose peaks were thrust Into the clear upper air above the low-lying haze. The wind was west erly, and It bore to their ears a boom ing sound which In less experienced ears might have'passed for the break ing of surf upon a lee shore. ■•nuns:'’ said Pitt, who stood with Blood upon the quarter-deck. Blood nodded, listening. "Ten miles away, perhaps fifteen— somewhere off Port Royal, I should judge," Pitt added. Then he looked at his captain. "Does it concern us?” he asked. "Guns off Port Royal . . . that should argue Colonel Bishop at worn. I think it may concern us. Anyway, we'll stand In to investigate.” Close-hauled they tacked awcather, guided by the sound of combat, for an hour, perhaps. Then, as. telescope to his eye, Blood raked the haze, tjfl guns abruptly ceased. They held W their course, nevertheless, with all hands on deck, eagerly, anxiously scanning the sea ahead. And pres ently an object loomed into view, which soon defined itself for a great ship on lire. As the Arabella with the Elizabeth following closely raced nearer on their northwesterly tack, the outlines of the blazing vessel grew clearer. "An English ship!” he cried. He scanned the seas for the con queror in the battle of which this grim evidence was added to that of the sounds they had heard, and then at last, as they drew closer to the doomed vessel, they made nut the shadowy outlines of three tall ships, some three or four miles away, stand ing toward Port Royal. Pitt, who through the telescope was examining the receding squadron, observed things apparent only to the eye of the trained mariner, and made the incredible announcement that the largest of these three vessels was Rlvaroi s Victorieuse. They took la sail and hove to as tlm came up with the drifting boats, laden to ca pacity with survivors. CHAPTER XXVI. THE SERVICE OP KING WILLIAM One of the boats bumped alongside the Arabella, and up the entrance ladder came first a slight, spruce lit tle gentleman in a coat of mulberry satin laced with gold, whose wizened, yellow, rather peevish face was framed in a heavy black periwig. His modish and costly apparel had no wise suffered by the adventure through which he had passed, and he carried himself with the easy assurance of a man of rank. He wa* closely followed by one who In every particular, save that of age, was the physical opposite, corpulent In a brawny, vigorous way, with a full, round, weather-beaten face whose mouth was humorous apd whose eyes were blue and twinkling. As the little man stepped from the ladder into the waist, whither Cap tain Blood had gone to receive him. his sharp, ferrety dark eyes swept the uncouth ranks of the assembled crew of the Arabella. "And where the devil may I tie now?" he demanded irritably. Are you English, or what the devil are you?” "Myself, T have the honor to he Irish, air. My name is Blood—Capt. Peter Blood, find this 1s my ship the Arabella, all very much at your serv ice.” "Blood:” shrilled the little man.'"0 'Sblood: A pirate:” He swung to the Colossus who followed him—"A damned pirate, van der Kuylen. Itend my vitals, but we're come from Scylla to Charyhdis," "So?” said the other gutterally, and again, "So?" Then the humor of It took him, and he yielded to It. "Damme: What's to laugh at, you porpoise?” spluttered mulberry coat. “A fine tale this'll make at home! Admiral van der Kuylen first Iobcs his fleet in the night, then has his flagship fired under him by a French squadron, nnd ends all by being cap tured by a pirate. I'm glad you find It matter for laughter. Since for my gins I happen to be with you, 1 m damned If I do.” “There's a misapprehension. If 1 may make so bold as to point It out, put In Blood quietly. "You are not captured, gentlemen; you are rescued When you realize It, perhaps It will occur to you to acknowledge the hos i ii ’ID r am offering you. It may be poor, but It is the best at my dis "Damme: Do you permit yourself tnbe Ironical?” he disapproved him. "I am Ijord Willoughby. King Wll Ham's governor general of the West Indies, and this is Admiral van dor Kuylen, commander of his majesty's West Indian fleet, at present mislaid somewhere in this damned Caribbean Sea." ' King William?" quoth Blood. "And who may be King William, and of what may he be king?” "I am alluding to his majesty. King William III—William of Orange— who, with Queen Mary, has been rul ing Rngland for two months and mora." "D ye mean, sir, that they've roused themselves at home, and klek»d nut that scoundrel James and his gang of ruffians?” •* ’Slife! Hadn't you heard? Where the devil have you been at all?” Briefly he gave an account. After that, with renewed assurances that aboard his ship they should be hon orably entreated, t’aptain Blood led1 the governor general and the admiral to his cabin, what time the work of rescue went on. “Co home, if you will,’* said his lordship when comfortable. Here is a great chance for you, since you de clare Yourself sick of piracy. Should you choose to serve King William out here during I his war. your knowledge of the West Indies should render you a very valuable servant to his nut t esty's government, which you would not And ungrateful. You should con sider It. Itamme, sir, I repeat: it is a great rhanre you are given T’itt. tame in to report that the work nf rescue was at nti end. ai d the men picked up some forty -f1\e jn ,, 11___ .aboard the two buccaneer Ships. IP asked tor orders. Blood (To He Continued Monday ) ^ Bee Want Ads Produce Kesults. 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Sev eral jazz joints have nurses in the anterooms. One old rounder described cafe liquor in explaining to his wife why he reached home at dawn. "The whisky was so young." he said. "I had to sit up all night and rock it before taking a chance." The hee’d lessness of New Yorkers in drinking anything put before them is astonish ing. Nobody asks or apparently cares what the brand is. If a quart of whisky Is served it is placed in a bottle that formerly contained gln gerale or table water. It may be made of shallae, vitriol and varnish, hut the cafe public pays |20 a bottle without question. There is another story of a fellow in his cups who was told that a new brand of Broadway whisky was be ing made from sawdust. "Fine," he cried, “I'm going right home now end drink the leg off a kitchen chair.” A chemist bet a friend he could not get one drink of unadulterated whisky in 10 places ids friend would select. They went from place to place and surreptitiously took samples bark to the chemist's laboratory. The chemist won. Kach sample contained some sort of poison that if taken in big doses would have, re sulted in death. That Is the way Broadwayltes are laughing at prohibi tion and as is usual Broadway has the last laugh. She Is a woman In mid thirties. Cultured and beautiful. At the age of 3 In Switzerland she was given a little toy bear. It was her con stant companion wherever ehe went and years did not destroy her love for the toy. If the night grew chilly Bruno was wrapped in a shawl. She confesses her love for the toy was one of the contributing factors In a divorce from her husband. Today the bear Is worn and frazzled by con stant handling. A button eye is gone. Recently a new maid tossed the toy in a refuse box. It was carried away. Frantic searches and the offer of a big reward did not restore It. Perhaps most of us might venture a tentative giggie at the lady's silly attitude toward a toy. And yet very few of us haven't some inanimate thing associated with past memories to which we cleave. I have a buck eye plucked from an Ohio tree too many years ago to recall It Is a relic of the old awlmmin' hole days, stone bruises and barn brigandage. It would grieve me to lose it. A revue has a scene showing the window and revolving door entrance to a emart Fifth avenue dress mak ing shop. A chorus of shabbily dress ed girls parade Into the door and come out the other side In emart Hue de la Palx frocks while a corns dint) sings "In they go and out they come wlille some boob pays the bill." One of those quit k blondes of Broadway was seated In a side it reel cafe when tier escort n*ked If *he wanted a drink "Sure." she chirped. "Walter," said the escort, "bring the lsdy s glass of water " I'm tholsty not dotty,” was the quick retort. 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