TREASURE
OF THE SEA
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m* Curlkkeau pick up Dick Jordau,
Hi III da a raft. Dick reaHxes kc la
!??d sms who art virtually plralca.
Tkey coma upon a drlftlnc achoooer.
Daly people aboard are demested Cap.
iala Bedford aad hit dauckter. Bote.
Toco aad kli piratea attempt to capture
Be ackooaer, kut leae turns them back,
aided ky Dick. Darlaf Ike ultht Tucu
era la attacks aad captures lose aad
Dick. He then beglna a freltlcsa aearck
lac tke "treasure" supposed to he
aboard. Dick talks him late a deal.
Taca la anxious to set the treasure aad
kci away. lose la startled when she
he an Dick's barf aim.
CHAPTER VI
"Don't be sorry until you know
what you're sorry for," she inter
rupted sharply. "I didn't say there
was anything of value aboard. What
Father says I'm not responsible for.
He says a lot of crazy things."
"Then?then?"
She waved him to silence as a
footstep sounded on the stairs and
Captain Tucu pushed his way into
the room. He glanced from one
prisoner to the other.
"Well," he growled, "y'ready to
leD?"
"As much as we know, captain,"
replied Dick quickly. "Neither of
as knows where Captain Bedford hid
the money. If we had known we'd
have left the schooner before you
came aboard."
Rose Bedford turned to face the
half-breed, her cheeks flushed and
angry. There was no fear in her.
If you think I'd tell if I knew
where it was hidden," she said de
nanuy, you re misiaxen. iou cuum
never get it out of me."
Her defiance brought the blood
into the old pirate's face and the
devil in his eyes. He stepped toward
her and caught an arm in his pow
erful grip.
"Y'wouldn't!" he snarled.
"Y'wouldn't, eh? Well, y'little she
devil, I'll show ye. I'll wring it
?ut of ye, an?"
"Hold on, captain," interrupted
Did, "she doesn't know anything
?bout it. Let up on* her! You prom
ised not to make war on her. Settle
it with me."
"Well, what d'ye know about it?"
was the savage retort, as he turned
from the girl to him. "Y'tell me
?r y'll go back in the water where
we found ye. Pretty damn quick,
tool"
Dick was struggling between a
strong desire to twist the man's
neck and the need of extra caution
hi playing his hand skillfully. The
tatter finally triumphed. He smiled
good-naturedly.
"If you dropped me overboard,
captain, you'd lose > both treasure
and those jewels. Now you don't
want to do that."
Tucu growled impotently, expend
ing his wrath by glancing from one
to the other with wicked, malevolent
eyes. He spat viciously on the floor,
and then exploded:
"I'll give y'until tonight?sundown
?to find out. If we ain't got the
stuff by that time, y'got to find it
tor us?ye an' that witch I Y'get
me? It's got to be found! I don't
care how y'do it, so's it's done. If
aot we'll string the capt'n up by
his thumbs 'til he remembers, an'
ye an' this girl'li come next. If we
ean'i r)n om> tvalloa mo'll 41 ?. I ?
? MV on; Wivci nt u lie ; up uj
the cabin an' set the schooner afire.
Then ye an' the treasure can go to
hell together."
"And the smuggled jewels?"
queried Dick, smiling.
Captain Tucu regarded him an in
stant in silence, and then shook his
bead. "I ain't sure there ever was
any jewels," he said suspiciously.
"1 may give y'one more chance
to prove it. Then?then?ye'll wish
y'd died on that raft. It would be
much easier, I reck'n, than the way
ye'll go if y'disappoint me."
Tucu Is Convinced
There Is No Treasure
As the search proceeded, and
nothing was found, the half-breed's
temper grew short and surly. He
kept the deck most of the time,
his eyes on Dick, who was lashed to
the foremast, or on Rose. Captain
Bedford had been held a prisoner
in the fo'c's'le where he had been
subjected to certain third-degree
methods of Tucu's invention; but
the wandering mind of the dement
ed man was a treacherous thing to
depend upon.
In time the old man's very will
tegness to talk of the hidden treas
ons disgusted them.
"Hell," muttered Tucu in disgust:
"He never had no treasure."
He strode on deck, bis eyes blood
shot with anger. Seizing Rose by
the arm, he said: "Y've been lyin'
ter me. There wasn't no treasure
?board."
"1 never said there was," she re
plied coolly. "You took Father's
word for it, and I told you he wasn't
sesponsible for what he said."
Tucu glared at her in silence,
his face working in a passion. Then
without a word, he dropped her arm
and strode toward Dick. "Y*got one
more chance," he said ominously.
"YMied 'bout this treasure. Now
we'll see if y'were lyin' 'bout them
jewels."
"What's wrong, captain?" asked
Dick, realizing that something had
happened to bring matters to a
head. "There ain't no treasure
aboard. Y'made up that tale. Now
we'll see if y'made up that one 'bout
the smuggled gems."
Matters had certainly reached a
climax. The crew under Tucu's or
ders were preparing to return to
the lugger. Dick didn't quite un
derstand what it meant until half
an hour later two Caribs cut the
ropes holding him to the mast. He
tried to extract from them some in
formation; but they mutely disre
garded him and conducted him to
the small boat.
Ten minutes later he was rowed
back to the lugger. All except two
of the crew were abandoning the
schooner. When Tucu and Black
Burley came aboard the lugger,
Dick's fear for his own safety was
secondary to his dread that some
thing terrible was about to happen
to Rose.
"Where's Captain Bedford's
daughter?" he demanded sharply.
"Where she wanted to be?aboard
the schooner," replied Tucu, grin
ning.
"She's not going with us?"
"No."
"Is she alone?"
"Y've been lyin' to'me."
"She's got two o' my men to keep
her company, an' that crazy fa
ther," leered the half-breed.
Dick frowned. The sea was rough
and choppy, and the wind blowing
half a gale. The threatened storm
was rapidly approaching. The
schooner was in no condition to
weather it. Captain Bedford was
worse than useless, and the Caribs
were indifferent seamen.
"Storm's coming, captain," Dick
said finally, "and the schooner will
go down in it. Why not take the
captain and his daughter off? You
don't want them to drown."
"The hell I don't," snapped the
other. "I didn't put 'em there, an'
I ain't goin' to take 'em off."
"Then will you let me go back
to them?"
Tucu grinned. "Y're goin' to show
me where them smuggled goods was
chucked off the steamer, or y're
goin' to feed the fishes."
The man's plan was clear enough
now. Convinced there was nothing
of great value aboard the schooner,
he had abandoned her until after
he had found the smuggled gems.
Later, if the storm did not send the
schooner to the bottom, he could
return and salvage her if she was
worth it.
The gale was stiffening every
minute, and the work of getting un
der way was hurried. With almost
bare poles the lugger would have
great difficulty in standing up in
the wind and rough sea. A giant
wave swept the deck. With a yell
Dick tried to save himself, but with
his arms tied behind his back he
was as helpless as a child. He rolled
over and over, and was saved at
the last minute by Black Burley,
who jerked him back m the nick of
time.
Once Again Dick
Plunges Into Sea
"Cut these ropes," Dick splut
tered, "and give me a chance. An
other wave like that will finish me."
Captain Tucu nodded to his mate.
"Cut 'em an' take him below."
Dick waited his chance. He had
definitely decided to trust his life
to the sea again and to try to reach
the schooner. Better die battling
with the elements than sail away
with the black pirates. He stood a
moment, stretching his limbs, snd
watching the heaving seas. An
other wave, smaller than the first,
but big enough to give him an ex
cuse, swept over the bow of the
lugger and rolled aft.
When it struck him, he gave an
other yell, as if calling for help, but
instead of resisting the mass of
green wsters he plunged straight
into them and assisted them in car
rying him overboard. Black Burley
made a grab for him with his long
arms, but Dick ducked in time to
elude them.
Shaking the brine out of his eyes,
he began swimming, holding his
head as high out of the water as he
could. He made no resistance to
the waves, but swam with them,
striving to keep on their crests for
better observation. A light twin
kled out of the darkness, but he
wasn't sure whether it came from
the lugger or the schooner.
He conserved his strength as
much as possible, swimming easily
and treading water every time he
was swept on the crest of a wave.
From this pinnacle he had a wide
glimpse of the sea; but the darkness
now shut out everything, and nei
ther the lugger nor the schooner
was visible.
"I've missed it," he groaned once.
"I should have been there before
this."
In the midst of his bitter reflec
tions his hand caught something
that startled him.
It was a water-soaked rope)
His mind nimbly leaped from des
pair to hope. He clutched eagerly at
the mass of slimy ropes that before
had been sea monsters and slippery
eels. Now they were life lines flung
out to help him. Their continued
lashing and twisting were pleasant
indications that they were real and
substantial. He was not dreaming.
He began clawing at them, pulling
himself from one mass of rigging
to another. When his hands came
a :ai_ _ a n_ ..j
jji wuiiutci wim a iivuiiiig ayai, unu
it bobbed up and nearly smashed
his (ace, he laughed in glee in
stead of cursing. If he could crawl
up the wreckage to the schooner's
deck he would be safe.
Finally a giant wave carried him
clear over the rail and dropped him
heavily on the deck where he lay
sprawled for some moments, gasp
ing for breath, and groaning from
the effects of the terrific struggle.
The crests of the surging waves
reached him even here, but they no
longer had the power to use him as
a battering ram.
When he finally raised his head
and looked around the wave-swept
deck, he had a queer feeling that
all his efforts had been in vain. The
schooner was abandoned, with him
as the only living being aboard.
A little startled by his discovery,
he began crawling in the direction
of the cabin. If Rose and her father
were aboard he would find them
there, for the wet, slippery deck
was no place for them, and they
could not hope to navigate the dere
lict on such a wild night.
When he reached the head of the
companion, a welcome ray of light
came through the open door of the
cabin, bringing joy and relief to his
tortured mind. Rose was below with
her father, watching, hoping, and
praying or stoically awaiting their
fate.
Dick staggered to his feet and
started down the steps; but before
he had taken one, sounds of a muf
fled commotion halted him. Cran
ing his head forward, he listened,
peering intently through the murky
gloom until his eyes came to a fo
cus on something lying half across
the threshold. With a little start
of surprise, he recognized the body
of one of the two Caribs left behind
on the schooner.
Another Ugly Battle
F nr Rnt& find Dirlc
A reddish clot of blood in the mid
dle of the forehead told where a bul
get had entered and brought his life
to a sudden end.
From inside the cabin came the
low, shifting sounds of a wordless
conflict, with the combatants strug
gling back and forth in a deadly
embrace, their breath coming in
short, wheezy gasps.
Dick slipped down the few steps
and stood astride the dead Carib.
He blinked a moment under the
strong light of the swinging cabin
lamp before he took in the signifi
cance of the scene.
The second Carib had disarmed
Rose, and with one powerful hand
pinning her against the wall he was
trying to encircle her waist with
his free arm. With a growl of rage,
Dick sprang at the brute, catching
him by the neck, and with a jerk
wrenched his head back. Then
looping an arm around the neck he
pried the head backward until he
could get a strangle hold on the
windpipe.
The Carib was a big, powerful
man, with a head as hard as a bat
tering ram, and arms and legs as
thick and solid as tree trunks. Aft
er the first shock of surprise, he
struggled to shake his assailant
from his back, grunting and blow
ing loudly. Dick's strength had been
badly spent in the struggle in the
water, and as they rolled and twist
ed over the cabin floor his own
breath came in short, labored gasps.
In spite of his advantageous hold,
he realized that the Carib might
eventually get the better of him.
The bull-like neck rose and fell,
emitting horrible gurgling sounds,
but his strength showed no signs of
weakening. The powerful muscles
were working slowly and steadily,
while Dick's were rapidly weaken
ing under the strain.
Then, when it seemed as if his last
ounce of strength had been used up,
and his burly antagonist was still
fresh and active, a sudden deafen
ing crash shattered the stillness.
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UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
Sunday i
chool Lesson
By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. D. D.
Of The Moody Bible IneUtuM at ChJceg?.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for December IS
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
PHILEMON: A LETTER ON
CHRISTIAN BROTHERHOOD
LESSON TEXT?Philemon 4-20
MEMORY SELECTION?Now the Lord Is
that Spirit: and where the Spirit of the Lord
is. there Is Uberty.?n Corinthians 3:17.
Christian brotherhood! That may
not sound like a dynamic influence
destined to change the world, but
that is just what It has done. We
study today a letter written about
a slave boy at a time when slavery
was accepted as right, but it
stated principles of Christian. con
sideration and brotherly love which
were eventually to overthrow slav
ery. It is still at work today when
and where we let itl
This letter, written by Paul and
yet by the Holy Spirit, personal and
yet eternal and spiritual in its ap
plication, is a model of letter writ
ing, and equally a model of Chris
tian brotherhood. It concerns one
Onesimus, a slave who had desert
ed his master and probably defraud
ed him (v. 18). He had been con
verted and now was being sent back
to his master.
I. "I Might Be Bold? Yet I Bath
er Beseech Thee" (w. 4-9).
After a fine spiritual salutation
ivy. 1-*), raui enters upon an ap
peal to Philemon which is a model
of tact and courtesy.
First he lets Philemon know of
his prayerful interest in him. Paul
had been praying for him, that's
why he could say such a helpful
word.
Then he recognizes Philemon's
goodness and his effective testimony
for Christ. This was an excellent
approach to the making of a re
quest, and be sure that it was not
empty or hypocritical flattery. We
do well to recognize the fine quali
ties of our Christian brother, and
we could profitably speak of them
more than we do.
Then Paul was ready to make his
request. See how nicely he does it.
He skillfully reminds Philemon that
he (Paul) might make some de
mands, and especially in view of his
age and his imprisonment. But he
will not do so; rather he says, "I
beseech thee."
II. "Without Thy Mind I Would
Do Nothing" (w. 10-16).
Paul, the aged prisoner, had found
in his new convert, Onesimus, a real
helper. He would have liked to keep
him. In fact, says he to Phile
mon, Onesimus could do for me the
things you would want to do if you
were here (v. 13).
Paul could have felt sure of the
willingness of Philemon. He could
have assumed that the request
would be granted. And in any case,
Philemon did not even know where
Onesimus was, so why not keep
him? He did not reason thus.
True Christian consideration re
spects the personal rights and the
property rights of another. We must
not assume, or demand, or put
pressure on anyone (v. 14) to get
what they have or to draw out their
service.
Another expression of considera
tion is found in verses 15 and 16
Philemon had lost a heathen slave,
now he is receiving back a Chris
tian brother. No worker will give
less in service, and no master will
demand more, because both are
Christians.
Now Paul touches on one of the
finest elements involved in Christian
brotherhood, namely, co-operation.
We are to live and labor together
for a common cause. Pleading for
his friend and brother, the young
slave Onesimus, he says:
in. "If Thou Count Me a Partner,
Beceive Him" (w. 17-21).
Partners share the benefits and
the burdens of their joint enter
prise. Partners in the gospel, like
Paul and Philemon, shared not only
spiritual blessings, but also the re
sponsibilities. Paul was presenting
such an item to Philemon in the re
turn of Opesimus. Something had
to be done about the debt of Onesi
mus, his failure as a servant. Paul
says, "Charge it to me, your part
ner."
It has been pointed out that there
is here a blessed example of the
important doctrine of imputation,
which is the "act of God whereby
he accounts righteousness to the
believer in Christ," because he "has
bome the believer's sins in vindi
cation of the law." So we nqte that
verses 17 and 18 perfectly illustrate
imputation.
Paul's promise, "I will repay it"
(v. 19), was the legal phraseology
of a promissory note in his day.
It was a bonaflde partisanship trans
action, yet it was coupled with a re
minder of Indebtedness. Everything
Philemon had and was he owed to
Paul; but, says the latter, "I will
not speak of that now."
No right-thinking person is con
tent always to be on the receiving
end. The humblest recipient of fa
vor or the smallest child who feels
the love of another wants to respond.
The considerate friend will, there
fore, not always insist on giving, but
will graciously (like Paul) open the
way for co-operation, for partner
ship.
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Ay Walter Shead
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'Co-Operation' oi Truman,
Republican! Can't Last
PRESIDENT Harry S, Truman
1 baa offered the olive branch of
co-operation and Chairman Reese of
the Republican national committee
has accepted and proffered his own
co-operation on behalf of the Repub
lican leadership in the 80th con
gress. These gestures are intended
to imply that they will seek to pre
vent an impasse between the Re
publican congress and the Demo
cratic executive during the next two
years.
There are a few here in Wash
ington who believe that such a state
of Utopia can be reached, particu
larly with reference to the bi-par,
tisan agreement on our foreign pol
icy. The majority of those closely
associated with government in both
political parties, however, put their
linger on the wording of the two
leaders as just gestures, and insist
that in cold practical politics too
much is at stake for anything of
that kind to happen.
Hamaa nature being what It Is,
there la a question even as to wheth
er or not the RepubUcan leadership
itself can he brought into harmoni
ous agreement with the 1M8 presi
dential nomination wtthln the pos
sible grasp of one of the top Bve
GOP leaders.
In the senate Itself, there are both
Senators Taft and Bricker of Ohio,
who have been stepping aside for
each other in their bid for the presi
dential nomination during the last
two UUP national conventions.
There will be no such Alphonse and
Gaston act for the two senators
from the Buckeye state this time,
each out to make a record for
himself. Then there is Senator Van
denburg of Michigan, champion of
the bi-partisan foreign policy and
titular leader of the party in the
senate, who is out for the nomina
tion himself.
Dewey, Staaeen Hopeful
Too, there is Governor Dewey of
, New York, wbo emerges from the
GOP landslide again as the No. 1
man in the Republican party be
cause of his smashing victory in
New York state. Governor Dewey
most certainly wants that nomina
tion and will not let Messrs. Van
denburg, Taft and Bricker fill the
spotlight without a part for himself
in the picture. And then there is
former Governor Stassen of Minne
sota, leader of the liberal GOP ele
ment, who apparently has been
forced into a tail position by the
ultra-conservative trend of the elec
tion. But he is forceful and will get
in some good licks for himself
against his more conservative col
leagues in his own party, to say
nothing of Gov. Earl Warren of Cal
ifornia.
Change in Foreign Policy
Close observers here declare that
even our foreign policy Is in jeopardy
from the split leadership In govern
ment . . . that the traditional high
tariff stand of the Republican party
threatens the reciprocal trade
agreements and the low tariff poli
| cies of the state department, which
directly affect our foreign policy,
and that the GOP leadership most
AAPtoifit* twill him lKnmK? rlAtirn Ia
any more foreign loans out of the
treasury, which also may have a
bearing upon dealing with foreign
nations, particularly our erstwhile
allies. Russia wants a loan; so does
Italy, which became a co-belliger
ent after she was knocked out of
the war. The Republican leaders
will shunt these applications for
loans onto the Export-Import bank
and monetary fund set up under
the terms of the Bretton Woods
agreement.
Congressmen Hsrold Kautson and
Joe Martin are both predicting a
M per cent cnt in Individual income
taxes next year. But the three
largest expenses of the government
now are the army and navy, vet
erans and Interest on the national
debt. Most certainly they will pro
vide tor veterans and the national
debt, so that leaves the military
for the big rnt. General Eisenhower
already Is said to be considering
resignation because of cots fat ap
propriations and laek of clear fis
cal policy. And those who pretend
to know declare that already ap
propriations for oar military force
have been cut to the danger mark.
Already the exodus has started
here in the slash of governmental
agencies in the OPA and CPA.
Veto Will Be Sustained
With the veto his only weapon,
the President may use it sparingly,
but a count of noses indicates that
he likely will have sufficient sup
port in both houses despite the GOP
majority to sustain his veto. Mr.
Truman probably can count on 189
house votes, where It takes 146 to
sustain a veto. In the senate the
President can consistently count on
34 Democratic votes and 3 Repub
lican votes, making 36, or 3 more
than the 33 necessary to sustain ?
veto.
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