THE SEA-HAWK FjiTt^NMJomii* picture. Part Two By Rafael Sabatini. ___!___J (Continued From Saturday.) Up and down the gangway ran the boatswain’s mates, rutting fiercely with their whips to urge the slaves tn the very utmost effort. The vessel gathered speed. The looming head land slipped by. The mouth of the cove appeared to widen as they ap proaelied it. Beyond spread the dark steely mirror mirror of the dead-calm ■ea. Rosamund could scarcely breathe In the intensity of her suspense. She ■et a hand upon the arm of Sakr-el Bahr. "Shall we elude them, after all?" she asked in a trembling whisper. “I pray that we may not," he an swered, muttering. "But this is the handiwork I feared. Look!” he added sharply, and pointed. They had shot clear to the head land. They were out of the cove, and suddenly they had a view of the dark bulk of tiie galleon, studded with a score of points of light, riding a cable's length away on their lar board quarter. "Faster!" cried the voice of Asad. "Row for your lives, you infidel swine! Lay me your whips upon these hides of theirs! Bend^me these dogs to their oars, and they'll never overtake us now." Whips sang and thudded below them in the waist, to be answered by more than one groan from the tor mented panting slaves, who already were spending every ounce of strength in this cruel effort to elude their own chance of salvation and release. Fast er beat the tomtom marking the des perate time, and faster in response to it came the creak and dip of oars and the panting, stertorous breathing of the rowers. "Lay on! Lay on!" cried Asad, in exorable. Let them burst their lungs —they were hut infidel lungs!—so that for an hour they but maintained the present pace. “We are drawing away!” criea Marzak in jubilation. "The praise to Allah!" And so indeed they were. Visibly the lights of the galleon were reced ing. With every inch of canvas spread yet she appeared to he standing Btill, so faint was the breeze that stirred. And whilts she crawled, the galeasse raced as never yet she had raced since Sakr-el-Bahr had commanded her, for Sakr-el-Bahr had never yet turned tail upon the foe in whatever strenght he found him. Suddenly over the water from the galleon came a loud hail. Asad laugh ed. and In the darkness shook his fist at them, cursing them in the name of Allah and his prophet. And then, in answer to that curse of his, the galleon’s side belched fire; the calm of the night was broken by a roar of thunder, and something smote the water ahead of the Muslim vessel with a resounding thudding splash. In fear Rosamund drew closer to Sakr-el-Bahr. But Asad laughed again. "No need to fear their marksmen ship,”he cried. "They cannot see us /- > I New York --Day by Day -—-' By 0. O. M’INTYRE. New York, June 16.—A page from the diary of a modem Samuel Pepys: Early up and a breakfast of corn beef hash and sat about in a torpor albeit I would lelfer eat my fill and laze through the day than eat sparingly and tire with toll. This day being my fourth with out smoking I sho'wed a weakness by lighting a pipe and so to stroll with Verne Porter and we began to fashion limericks although I fear many not graceful enough for print but great fun Just the same. On the way home a gentleman in a fine limousine hailed me and in vited me to ride and forsooth I did and we had driven quite a space be fore he mistook me for another, hut It developed he had once written me a letter and we parted good friends. Dinner this night at Editor Keats Speed's house with my wife and all I fell to playing bridge while Keats and I discoursed on this, that and the other. So home and to bed. Patricia Salmon, who was puffed into the Follies by newspapermen at tending the Shelby, Montana, prize fight, has returned to' the tent shows. Patricia joined up with a circus. She had been used to the hard-boiled at mosphere of the mining camps but she said life was not so recklessly lived as it was among the stage door Johns with high hats who trull the Follies girls. At the corner of Pell and Mott streets, in Chinatown, the village bul letin board still fulfills its old time function of announcing In vertical Chinese writing the happenings of in terest to residents of the district. At noon and at six in the evening the bulletin board writer gives the news of the day. Tt Is one of the last cus toms of old Chinatown to prevail. A few, however, do go to the Joss House dally—worshipers who place cups of tea and morsels of food for their dead before the high gilt altnr. Broadway hns grown excited hy news that a private detective is to print a volume of the mnsh notes of great men. It will contain notes lie has purloined In his gum shoe exploits along shady paths. lie is said to have many tncriminating epistles from high places. While there are many prominent men foolish enough to writ# silly letters to chance ac quaintances It la not the general rule. Most of the sd-called love af fair* about which Broadway prattles concern second rate chorus girls and third rate stock brokers. It develops that postal employes borrow more money at usurious In terest rates than any other class of men Iti New York. The truth is these ever faithful employes find It almost impossible to meet current < x penses on their small pay. Hun dreds run elevators, address en velopea and act as theater ushers af ter the day’s work Is done. The pre vailing wage for the 10,000 mall car rlers In New York Is $1,800 a year. It takes at least one third of this for rent and that leaves nbout $3 a dny to meet current expenses. Strangely enough the mail carrier rarely complains of his hit. He has a certain dignity about him that few other uniformed employes have. He Is sober, industrious and as a rule rears a large family. He deserves bet ter Wreatment. Reflection convinces me no public servant spreads so much Joy as the man who delivers the mall. Most let ters are pleasant- despite the batch that arrives th- first or iho month. (Cuprright, 11124.) Their own lights dazzle them. On! On.’ "He is right,” said Sakr en-Bahr. But the truth is that they will not fire to sink us because they know you to bo aboard. She looked out to sea again, and beheld those friendly lights falling farther and farther astern. "We are drawing steadily away," she groaned. "They will never over take us now.” So feared Sakr-el-Bahr. He more than feared It. He knew that save for some miraculous rising of wind It must lie ns she said. And then out of his despair leapt inspiration—a des perate inspiration, true child of that despair %f which it was begotten. "There is a chance,” he Baid to her. "But it is as a throw of the dice with life and death for stakes.” “Then seize it," she bade him in stantly. “For though it should go against us we shall not be losers.” "You are prepared for anything^?” he asked her. “Have I not said that I will go down with you this night? Ah, don’t waste time In words.” “Be it so, then,’’ he replied gravely, and move away a step, then checked. "You had best come with me,” he said. Obediently she complied and fol lowed him, and some there were who stared as these two passed down the gangway, yet none attempted to hinder her movements. Enough and to spare was there already to engage the thoughts of all aboard that vessel. He thrust a way for her, past the boatswain’s mates who stood over the slaves ferociously plying tongues and whips,and so brought her to the waist. Here he took up the lantern which had been muffled, and as Its light once more streamed forth, Asad shouted an order for Its extinction. But Sakr-el-Bahr took no least heed of that command. He stepped to the mainmast, about which the powder kegs had been stacked. One of these had been broached against Its being needed by the gunners on the poop. The unfastened lid rested loosely atop of it. That lid Sakr-el-Bahr knocked over; then he pulled one of the horn side out of the lantern, and held the now half-naked flame Immediately above the powder. A cry of alarm went up from some who had watched him. But above that cry rang his sharp command. “Cease rowing!” The tomtom fell instantly silent, hut the slaves took yet another stroke!” “Caese rowing,” he commanded again. "Asad!” he called. "Bid them pause, or I’ll blow you all straight in to the arms of Shaitan.” And he low ered the lantern until it rested on the very rim of the powder keg. At once the rowing ceased. Slaves, corsairs, officers and Asad himself stood paralyzed, all at gaze ui>on that grim iigure illumined by the lantern, threatening them with doom. It may have crossed the minds of some to throw themselves forthwith upon him; but to arrest them was the dread lest any movement towards him should precipitate the explosion that must blow them all into the next world. At last Asad addressed him, his voice half-choked with rage. “May Allah strike thee dead! Art thou djlnn-possessed?" Marzak, standing at his father’s side, set a quarrel to the bow which he had snatched up. "Why do you all stand and stare?” he rried. "Cut him down, one of you!” And even as he spoke he raised his how. But his father checked him, perceiving what must be the inevitable result. "If any man takes a step towards me, the lantern goes straight into the gunpowder,” said Sakr-el-Bahr serenely. "And if you shoot me as you Intend, Marzak, or if any other shoots, the same will happen of It self. Be warned unless you thirst for the paradise of the prophet.” "Sakr-el-Bahr!” cried Asad, and from Its erstwhile anger his voice had now changed to a note of Inter cession. He stretched out his arms appealingly to the captain whose doom he had already pronounced In his heart and mind. “Sakr-el-Bahr, I conjure thee by the bread and salt we have eaten together, return to thy senses, my son.” ”1 am in my sense,” was the nn swer, "and being so I have no rfiind for the fate reserved me in Algiers —by the memory of that same bread and salt. I have no mind to go hack with thee to be hanged or sent to toil at an oar again.” "And If I swear to thee that naught of this shall come to pass?" “Thou'It be foresworn. I would not trust thee now, Asad. For thou art proven a fool, and in all my life I never found good In a fool and never trusted one—save once, and he be trayed me. Yesterday I pleaded with thee, showing thee the wise course, and affording thee thine opportunity. At a slight sacrifice thou mightest lave had me and hanged me at thy 1 dsure. T was my own life I offered ithor, and for all that thou knewest Ii>. yet thou knewest not that I knew." |J!o laughed. "See now what manner of fool art thou? Thy greed hath wrought thy ruin. Thy hands were opened to grasp more than they could hold. See now the consequence. It comes yonder in that slowly but sure ly approaching galleon.” Every word of it sank into the brain of Asad thus tardily to enlight en him. Ho wrung his hands in his blended fury and despair. The crew stood in appalled silence, daring to make no movement that might pre cipitate their end. “Name thine own price,” cried the Basha at length, and I swear to thee by the beard of the prophet !t shall be paid thee.” “X named it yesterday, but it was refused. I offered thee my liberty and my life If that were needed to gain the liberty of another.” Had he looked behind him he might have seen the sudden lighting of Rosamund's eyes, the sudden clutch of her bosom, which would have an nounced to him that his utterances were none so cryptic but that she had understood them. "I will make thee rich and hon ored, Sakr-el-Bahr," Asad continued urgently. “Thou Rhalt be as mine own son. The BaRhalik itself shall be thine when 1 lay it down, and all men shall do thee honor in the meanwhile as to myself."___ "I am not to be bought, O mighty Asad. 1 never was. Already wert thou set upon my death. Thou canst command It now, but only upon the condition that thou share the cup w ith me What Is written Is written. We have sunk some tall ships together In our day, Asad. We'll sink together In our turn tonight If that be thy desire." "May thou burn forevermore In hell, thou black hearted traitor!" Aead cursed him, his anger bursting all the bonds he had imposed upon it. And then, of a sudden, upon that admission of defeat from their Basha, there an.se a great clamor from the crew. Sakrel-Bahrs seahawks called upon him. reminding him of their fidelity and love, and asking could he repay It now by (looming them all thua to destruction. "Have faith In me!" he answei ( ! them. "I have never led you Into aught but victory. Be aure that r shall not lead you now Into defeat— on this the last occasion that v.» stand together." “But the galleon Is upon us! ' t J Vlgltello. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) fHEAR SE ! HEAR VE ! HEAR VE! ™‘S WOJOQPk&lX COUQT 'S NOW CALLED TO SESS'ON — TWAC HP ST Cft.SE OJ THE DOCK.ET IS SETH ME&tt VS. Rudolph APE THE KTToaNEVSY^E D.Q.C QE^DV PEPRE.SEMTi^G The \ YOuP w .O'OQ . ' PL^FF ^O DEFEND- W'r;Tic ftNT REFvOv rOUTR^^zo&^scy 7 wr NAjiLv. wm'vE rfj_ \ A JURY m MERC I «M< CLEANED AGAIN*. If E. EVER. GET MY HOOKS? ON ANOTHER ROU 1T-U. TAKE a COUPLA'.CROWJ BARS To pry it OFF MY HIP !' ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SMACKS ! IF r ONLY HAO THAT MUCH I. COOlO PAY SPARKYS FnTRY PCS IN The T-eone stakes ano STAND A CHANte To PULL OFF A PR|*« OF A THOUSAND OR TWO - RIGHT MOW. A DOLLAR LOOKS AS RK5 To . ME AS TUB POLO OftOUNOs! 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