{T Xfmamatf th» ^pantsh^aln QiPTAINBLOO ■&> RAFAEL SABATINt (Continued from VMIndar I CHAPTER XVI—-Continued. At a hundred varda tha Arabella's forward guns, which had meanwhile been reloaded, fired again at the Mils gross, and this time smashed Its bowspirt into splinters, so that for a moment It yawed wildly to port. Don Miguel swore profanely, and then, as the helm was put over to swing it hack to its course, his own prow re plied. But the aim was too high, nnd, whilst one of the shots tore through the Arabella's shrouds nnd scarred Its manmast, the other again went wide. And when the smoke of that discharge had lifted the Engish ship was found almost between the Spaniards, its bows In line with theirs and coming steadily on. At last the Arabella was right between the Spanish ships, prow to poop and poop to prow. Don Miguel spoke to the trumpeter, who had mounted the quarterdeck and stood now at the ad miral's elbow. The man raised the stiver bugle that was to give the signal for the broadsides of both ship. But even as he placed y to his lips, the admiral seized his arm to arrest him. Onlv then had he perceived what was so obvious—or should have been to an experienced sea fighter; he had delayed too long and Captain Blood had outmaneuv ered him. In attempting to fire now upon the Englishman, the Milagrosa and her consort would also be firing Into each other. Too late he ordered his helmsman to put the tiller hard over and swing the ship to larboard, , as a preliminary to maneuvering for |r^*a less Impossible position of attack. * At that very moment the Arabella seemed to explode as she swept by. Eighteen guns from each of its flanks emptied themselves at the point-blank range Into the hull of the two Spanish vessels. The Milagrosa staggered slowly ahead. Don Miguel was bawling orders wildly, and peering ever and anon through the curtain of smoke that was drifting slowly astern, In his anxiety to ascertain how It might have fared with the Hldalga. Suddenly, and ghostly at first, through that lifting haxe, loomed the outline of a ship, gradually the lines of Its red hull became more and more sharply defined as It swept nearer with poles all bare save for the spread canvas on Its spirit. Instead of holding to her course as Don Miguel had fully expected she would, the Arabella had gone about under cover of the smoke, and sail ing now In the same direction as the Milagrosa, was converging sharply ( New York ••Day by Day— _' By O. O. M INTYRE. On The Atlantic, Sept. 24—There semms to be less drinking on Amer ican ships than those of the French and British. Of course, there are a few who stock up In Parla and Lon don for the voyage home and the clink of Ice Is heard In cocktail shak ers before dinner. Theoretically It la a dry ship but here and there are a few damp spots. Yet there is no midnight roystering In the lounge, and passengers retire ear They are getting all they can out of the voyage In the wav of exercise and fresh air. Across from me, however, was one fellow who had been hitting It up since leaving Cherbourg and his sup ply ran out. With an aching head and despairing groan he sang out this morning: “Easter and not an egg In • the house!" His woe was abject. The (Leviathan Is really a floating hotel. So far It hasn't seemed at all like an ocean voyage. The ocean Is as placid ats a quite mill pond, but there are rumors today that we are to run Into a storm before morning. Then pea green becomes the favorite shade In complexions. Ship newspapers are as dull as a county treasurer's report. Today we read of an uprising In China, a meet ing of the reichstag, the marriage of the daughter of a French deputy. Marquise de Chambrun. What most of us want to know Is. Has Babe Ruth knocked another one? It costs *22,000 a dny to run the Leviathan, so an official told me. I understand there Is a congressman on board who complains they serve too big helpings of food. A fellow that thrifty would fire off a gun on Christmas morning and tell his chil dren Santa was dead. It was so warm today the steward opened a cabin port hole. I prefer the heat. There is something melan choly about the incessant switch of the sea. It seems a terrifying thing and to be whispering mockingly of those It has claimed. I could never love oceans. But they are dandy place to throw raptor blades. What the safety razor has done to expose the face of man. artificial silk has done for the legs of women. All the ladles with new Paris gowns who promenade the decks have knee length skirts and hose so sheer that "Well, how bright the moon Is these evenings. I am beginning to think of my home town Plattsburg, Mo., Is quite a burg. I met two boys from there on the Rue de la Palx and had tea today with Mrs. Willis Wood, whose husband built the Willis Wood thea ter In Kansas Cfty. She was born and baised In Plattsburg. L ventured on deck again today with my pet “Charley horse’’ but re turned after two swings around with the high, low and middle pouting records. In rounding a turn a stiff breeze carried an especlally-made-to t he head Paris hat to the sharks. I saw It riding maestlcally away on the boat swells. There Is one comforting thing about losing a hat In the ocean. You can’t make yourself ridiculous scrambling after it. As I write there are Indications of running Into a storm. The ship is beginning to ride high and sink with that shivering and shaking motion thnt makes you pine for a lamp post at Forty-second street and Broadway. Mysterious bells are beginning to ring and there la the noise of clos tng port holes. And pardon If I seem abrupt. I'm going up on deck. Not frightened. Far from. Just scared stiff. k^^ Two hour* later. It wn* Just s slight squall. The sun Is out again The waves have subsided end the bugler Is sounding th* dinner horn I don't think Ih* rook* will have much to db tonight. iCepyrlght, 1 • - 4. under her across the wind, so sharp ly that almost before the frensied Don Miguel had realized the situation, his vessel staggered under the rend ing Impact with which the other came hurtling alongside. There was a l-attle and dank of metal as a dozen grapnels fell, and tore and caught in the timbers of the Mila grosa, and the Spaniard was firmly gripped in the tentacles of the Eng lish ship. Beyond her and now well astern the veil of smoke was rent at last and the Hidalga was revenled in des perate case. She was bilging fast. The attention of her hands was be ing entirely given to a desperate en deavor to launch the boats In time. Of this Don Miguel's anguished eyes had no more than a fleeting but comprehensive glimpse before his own decks were Invaded by a wild, yelling swarm of boarders from the grappling ship. For a moment there was a valiant effort, by some of Don Miguel's officers to rally the men for a stand against these invaders. But the Spaniards' hastily formed ranks were smashed before they could be steadied; driven across the waist to the break of the poop on the one side, and up to the forecastle bulk heads on the other, the ’fighting re solved itself into a series of skir mishes between groups. Soon, however, the rage of that brief fight was spent. The banner of Castile came fluttering down from the masthead. A buccaneer had slashed the halyard with his cutlass. The boarders were in possession. Sud denly Miss Bishop recovered from her nausea, to lean forward staring wild eyed. whilst if possible her cheeks turned yet a deadlier hue than they had been already. Picking his way daintily through that shambles in the waist came a tall mnn with a deeply tanned face that was shaded by a Spanish head piece. Up the broad companion to the quarterdeck he came, moving with easy assurance, until he stood before the Spanish admiral. A crisp, metallic voice, speaking perfect Span ish, seached those two spectators on the poop and increased the admiring wonder In which Lord Julian had ob served the man's approach. "We meet again at last, Don Mi guel," it said. "I hope you are sat isfied. Although the meeting may not be exactly as you pictured It, at least it has been very ardently sought and desired by you.". Speechless, livid of face, his mouth distorted and his breathing labored. Don Miguel de Espinosa uttered an inarticulate cry of rage, and his hand swept to his sword. But even as his fingers closed upon the hilt the oth er's closed upon his wrist to arrest the action. "What do you intend by me?" the Spsniard inquired at last, his voice hoarse. Captain Blood shrugged. The firm lips smiled a little. "All that I In tend his been already accomplished. Your boats are being launched. You are at liberty to embark in them with your men before we. scuttle this ship. Yonder are the shores of Hispaniola. Get you home, to Spain, Don Miguel, and to concerns that you understand better than this trade of the sea." Lord Julian stood forward to meet him. "Ye don’t mean, sir. that you'll let that Spanish scoundrel go free?” he cried. "And who the devil may you be?" Captain Blood asked, with a marked Irish accent. “I am Lord Julian Wade." "Are you, indeed! Then perhaps ye'll explain what the plague you're doing aboard this ship?" Loril Julian controlled himself to afford the desired explanation. He did so shortly and Impatiently. "He took you prisoner, did he— along with Miss Bishop there?” “You are acquainted with Miss Bishop?” cried his lordship, passing from surprise to surprise. But this mannerless fellow had stepped past him, and was making a leg to the lady, who on her side remained unresponsive and forbiddhig to the point of scorn. Observing this, he turned to answer Lord Julian's question. "I had that honor once," said he. "But it seems that Miss Bishop has a shorter memory." His lips were twisted Into a wry smile, and there was pain in the blue eyes that gleamed so vividly un der his black brows, pain blending with the mockery of his voice. But of all this It was the mockery alono that was perceived by Miss Bishop; she resented it. "I do not number thieves and pi rates among my acquaintances, Cap tain Blood," said she; whereupon his lordship exploded in excitement. “Captain Blood!" he cried. "Are you Captain Blood?" "If you’ll escort Miss Bishop aboard my ship. I shall he obliged to you." he heard Blood’s voice In level tones. "I beg that you'll make haste. We ate about to scuttle this hulk." CHAPTER XVII. THIEF AND PIRATE. Captain Blood paced the poop <■! hla ship alone In the tepid duek and the growing golden radiance of the great poop lantern In which a seaman had Just lighted the three lamps About him all was peace. The signs of the day's battle had been effaced. A group of men squatting shout the main hatch were drowsily chanting. I their hardened natures softened, (ter , hap' by the calm and beauty of th< night. Captain Blood did not hear them: he did not hear anything save the echo of those rrttel words which had dubbed him thief and pirate! Thief and pirate! That he should ever meet Arabella Bishop again had not entered hi* cal illations, had found no place in hi* dreams. They were, he conceived, irrevocably and forever parted. Tet, spit I of this. In spite even Of the persuasion tnst to her this reflection that tva* his torment could hrln* no regrets, he had Wept the thought of her ever before hint in all those wild years of tillbusterlng Thief and pirate! 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