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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
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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.
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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! She had summed
him up. convicted him and sentenced
hint in that one phrase. He was thief
and pirate in her eyes; nothing more,
nothing less. What. then, wits she'.'
What are those who have no charity?
lie naked the stars. Thief and pirate
ahe had branded him. She should be
Justified. Thief and pirate should he
prove henceforth; no more nor less
ns bowelless, as remorseless, as all
those others who had deserved those
names. She *had shown him clearly
to which world he belonged. l,et him
now Juntlfy her. She *»? aboard hi*
*hlp. In hi* power, end he deetreil
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