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ST. JOHNS HERALD
ANISH
(CHAPTER XIV Continued.)
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Mr. Shaw now spoke for the first
dine.
"Miss Browne. I do not recognize
the justice of your standpoint in this
matter. I have done and am still pre
pared to do my best in the business
of the treasure. If Mr. Tubbs will
not. give his information except for a
bribe, 1. say let him keep it. I shall
continue the search for the treasure
on the same lines as at present."
"One moment," said Miss Browne
haughtily. She had never spoken oth
erwise than haughtily to Mr. Shaw
since the episode of the Wise Woman
of Dumhiedykes. "One moment, Jane
and you. Mr. Tubbs "
She drew them aside,, and they
moved off out of earshot, where they
stood with their backs to us and their
heads together.
, It was, .my. opportunity. Violet her
self had proposed that the original
agreement the agreement which
hound me to ask for no share of the
treasure should be canceled. Noth
ing now was necessary to the ripening
of my hopes but to Induce Dugald
Shaw to immolate himself. Would he
do so on my bare Word? There was
no time to explain anything he must
trust me.
I sprang up and dashed over to the
pair who stood looking gloomily out
to sea. "Mr. Shaw," I AVhispered
quickly, "you must do as Miss Browne
wishes." In my earnestness I laid a
hand upon hisarra. He regarded me
hewilderedly.
"You must you must!" I urged.
"You'll spoil everything If. you re
fuse !"
The surprise In his face yielded to a
look composed of many elements, but
which was mainly hard and bitter.
"And still I shall refuse." he said
sardohically.
"Oh, no, no,'' I implored, "you don't
understand ! I oh. If you would only
believe that I am your friend!"
Has face changed subtly. It was
BtlH questioning and guarded, but with
u softening in it. too.
"Why don't you believe It?" I whis
kered unsteadily. "Do you forget that
i owe you my life?"
And at the recollection of that day
In the sea-cave the scarlet burned In
You Must
Do as Miss Browne
Wishes."
my cheeks and my head drooped. But
I saw how the lines about his mouth
relaxed. "Surely you must know that
X would repay you If I could!" I hur
ried on. "And not by treachery."
He laughed suddenly. "Treachery?
No! 1 think you would always be an
open foe."
"Indeed I would!" I answered with
a flash of wrath. Then, as I remem
bered the need of haste. I spoke In an
Intense quick whisper. "Listen I
can't explain, there isn't time. I can
ouly ask you to trust me to agree to
what Miss Browne wishes. Every
thing you don't dream how much
depends on it!" For I felt that I
would let the treasure lie hidden In
the Island Queen forever rather than
that Mr. Tubbs should, under the orig
inal contract, claim a share of It
The doubt had quite left his face.
"I do trust you, little Virginia," he
said gently. "Yes, I trust In your
honesty, heaven knows, child. But
permit' nietb question your wisdom In
desinujf to enrich our friend Tubbs."
UBLOO
"Enrich him enrich him! The best
1 wish him is unlimited gruel in an
almshouse somewhere. No! What I
want is to get that wretched paper
of Miss Browne's nullified. Afterward
we can divide things up as we like "
Bewilderment, shot with a gleam of
half-incredulous understanding, seemed
to transfix him. We stood a long mo
ment, our eyes challenging each oth
er, exchanging their countersign of
faith and steadfastness. Then slowly
he held out his hand. I laid mine In
it we stood hand in hand, comrades
at last. Without more words he
turned away aild strode over to the
council of three.
The group dissolved and moved rap
Idly toward us. t Miss Browne, ex
ultant, beaming, was in the van. She
set her substantial feet down like a
charger pawing the earth. You might
almost have said that Violet pranced.
Aunt- Jane was round-eyed and twit
tering. Mr. Tubbs wore a look of
suppressed astonishment, almost of
perturbation. "What's his game?"
was the question in the sophisticated
eye of Mr. Tubbs. But the Scotchman
had, when he hose, a perfect poker
face. The great game of bluff would
have suited him to a nicety.
Miss Browne advanced on Cuthbert
Vane and seized both his hands In an
ardent clasp.
"Mr. Vane." she 'said jvltb solemnity,
"I thank you in the name of this ex
pedition I thank you for the influence
you have exerted upon your friends."
And this seemed to be to the noble
youth the most stunning of all the
shocks of that eventful morning.
Now came the matter of drawing up
the new agreement. It was a canny
Scot indeed, who, acting on the hint
I had just given him. finally settled its
terms. In the first place, the previous
agreement was declared null and void.
In the second, Mr. Tubbs wag to have
his fourth only If the treasure were
discovered through his direct agency. I
And it was under this condition and
no, other that Dugald Shaw bound
himself to relinquish his original
claim. Virginia Harding signed a new
renunciatory clause, but It bore only
on treasure discovered by Mr. Tuhbs.
Indeed, the entire contract was of
force only if Mr. Tubbs fulfilled his
purt of it, and fell to pieces if he did
not. Which was exactly what 1
wanted. v
No difficulty was made of the ab
sence of Captain Magnus, as his in
terests were unaffected by the change.
Space was left for his signature. Mine
came last of all, as that of a mere inl
teiioper and hanger-on.
My demonstrations of joy at this
happy issue of my hopes had to be
confined to a smile In which for a
startled instant Violet had seemed to
sense the triumph.. -It was still on my
lips as with a general movement we
rose from the table about which we
had been grouped during the absorb
ing business of drawing up the con
tract. Cookie had been clamoring for
us to leave, that he might spread the
table for lunch. I had opened my
mouth to call him, "All right, Cookie !"
when a shrill volley of barks from
Crusoe shattered the stillness of the
drowsy air. In the same instant the
voice of Cookie, raised to a sharp note
of alarm, rang through the camp:
"My Gawd, what all dls yere mean?"
I turned, to look into the muzzle of
a rifle.
CHAPTER XV.
Like a Chapter From the Past.
Five men had emerged from, the
woods behind the clearing, so quietly
that they were in the center of the
camp before Crusoe's shrill bark, or
the outcry of the cook, warned us of
their presence. By that time they had
us covered. Three of them carried
rifles, the other two revolvers. One of
these was Captain Magnus.
Advancing a step or two before the
others, he ordered us to throw up our
hanvls. Perhaps he meant only the
men but my hands and Aunt Jane'
and Miss Higglesby-Browne's also
went up with celerity. He grinned
into our astounded faces with a wolf
ish baring of his yellow teeth.
"Never guessed I wasn't here jest to
do the shovel work, but might have my
own little side-show to bring off, hey?"
he inquired of no one In particular.
"Here, Slinker, help me truss 'em up."
The man addressed thrust his pistol
in his belt and came forward, and
with his help the hands of the Scotch
man, Cuthbert Vane and Mr. Tubbs
were securely tied. They were
searched for arms, and the sheath
khives which Mr. Shaw and Cuthbert
carried at their belts were taken away.
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The three prisoners were then or
dered to seat themselves in a row
on the trunk of a prostrate palm.
The whole thing had happened In
the strangest silence. Except for a
feeble moaning from Aunt Jane, like
the bleating of a sheep, which broke
forth at intervals, nobody spoke or
made a sound. The three riflemen iri
the background, standing like images
with their weapons raised, looked like
a well-trained chorus in an opera.
And indeed it was all extraordinari
ly like something on a stage. Slink
er, for instance. He had a prowling,
sidelong fashion of mdving about, and
enormous yellow mustaches like a VI
king. And the burly fellow in the
background, with the black whiskers
too bad he'd forgotten his earrings,
But I awoke to the horrid reality of
it all as Captain Magnus, smiling his
Furiously He Caught My Wrist.
wolfish smile, turned and approached
me.
"Well, boys," he remarked to his
followers, who had lowered their weap
ons and, were standing about at ease,
"here's the little pippin I was tellin
of. 'Fraid we give her a little scare
bustin' in so sudden, so she ain't quite
so bright and -smilin' as I like to see.
It's all right, girlie; you'll soon cheer
up when you find out you're goin to be
the little queen o' this camp. Things
will be all your own way now so long
as you treat me right." And the
abominable creature thrust forth a
hairy paw and deliberately chucked
me under the chin.
I heard a roar from the log and co
incidentally from Captain Magnus.
For with the Instant response of an
automaton consciously I had nothing
at all to do with it I had reached up
and briskly boxed the captain's ears.
Furiously he caught my wrist. "Ah,
you red-headed little devil, you'll pay
for this ! I ain't pretty, oh, no ! ' I
ain't a handsome mooncalf like the Hon
orable; I ain't got a title, nor girly
pink cheeks, nor fine gentlemanly
ways. No walks with the likes o" me,
no tatey-tates in the woods oh, no!
Well, it's goin' to be another story
now, girlie. I guess you can learn to
like my looks, with a little help from
my fist now and then, jest-as well as
you done the Honorable's. I guess It
won't be long before I have you crawl
in' on your knees to me for a word o'
kindness. I guess "
"Aw, stow that soft stuff, Magnus,"
advised Slinker. "You can do your
spoonin' with the gal later on. We're
here to git that gold, and don't you
forget it. Plenty of time afterward
to spark the wimmen."
That's the talk," chimed In Black
beard. "Don't run us on a lee shore
for the sake of a skirt Skirts is
rhicker'n herring in every port, ain't
they?"
"I got a score to settle with this
one," growled Magnus sullenly, but
his grasp loosened on my arm, and I
slipped from him and fled to Aunt
Jane yes, to Aunt Jane and clung
to her convulsively. Miss Hlgglesby
Browne seemed to have petrified. Her
skin had a withered look, and a fine
network of lines showed on It, sud
denly clear, like a tracery on parch
ment Beyond her I saw the face of
Dugald Shaw, gray with a steely
wrath. A gun had been trained anew
on him and Cuthbert and the bearer
thereof was arguing with them pro
fanely. I suppose the prisoners had
llireaitriitrU uitureuK uc ic aci-iucie oi
the chin-chucking.
No one had bothered to secure
Cookie, and he knelt among the pots
and pens- of his open-air kitchen, pour
ing forth petitions in a steady stream.
Blackhead, who seemed a jovial brute,
burst into a loud guffaw.
"Ha, ha! Look at old Soot-and
Cinders glttir' hisself ready for
glory!" He approached the negro
and aimed at him a kick which
Cookie, arising with unexpected nun
bleness, contrived to dodge. "Looky
here, darky, git busy -dishin up the
grub, will you? I could stand one good
feed after the forecastle slops we been
livin' on."
Blackbeard, whom his companions
addressed indiscriminately as "Cap
tain," or ''Tony," seemed to exercise
a certain authority. He went over to
the prisoners on the log and inspected
their bonds.
"You'll do; can't git loose nohow.
he announced. Then, with a savage
frown, "But no monkey business.
First o' that I see, it's a dose o' cold
lead for youse, savvy?"
He turned to us women.
"Well, chickabiddies, we ain't treat
ed you harsh," I hope? Now I don't
care about tyin youse up, in case we
can help it, so jest be good , girls, and
I'll let youse run around loose for a
while."
But Magnus struck In with an oath.
"Loose? You're turnin' soft I say.
The future Mrs. M. there which
mean to make her If she behaves right
she's a handful, she is. There ain't
no low trick he won't play on us If
she gets the chance. Better tie her
up, I say."
"Magnus," responded Tony with se
verity, "it'd make a person think to
hear you talk that you wasn't no gen
tleman. If you can't keep little Red
top in order without you tie her, why,
then hand her over to a guy what can.
I bet I wouldn't have a speck o' trou
ble with her; her and me would git
along as sweet as two turtle-doves."
"You dry up, Tony," said Magnus,
lowering. "I'll look after my own af
fairs of the heart. Anyway, here's
them two old hens what have been
makln me sick with their jabber and
nonsense all these weeks. Ain't I go-
in' to have a chance to get square?'
"Here, youse!" struck In Slinker,
"quit your jawin'! Here's a feed we
aint seen the like of In weeks."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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