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The Perils
SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS.
k ANFORD MARVIN, a wealthy manu-
) facturer- of automobiles, hat worn
himself out by overwork. Hia son Harry
nd his adopted daughter Pauline- love
ach other, but the wants two years of
hrilling experience seeing life before
harrying. Her reason If that the is am-
itious to be a writer. Old Mr.. Marvin
Isks to see what she has written. While
Pauline and Harry are in search of a maga-
ins containing nor awry Mr. Marvin opens
he case of a rnummy which has Just ar
ived from Egypt. Raymond Owen, hia
ascally private i secretary, helps lift off
liie front of the .case,, but. leaves the old
Irian to remove the mummy bandages
fclone. Mr. Marvin, during a fainting spell,
kees the half exposed mummy come to life,
ktep out of her case, take a bracelet from
lier wrist and try to force it into his nerve-
CHAPTER VI.
Copyright, 19H, by the Star Company.
am i-oreign Kignts Reserved.
ND then what happened?" de
manded Pauline. The "pirate""
had paused In the middle of his
tanauve auu loouea uopetuuy at me
hM;ey decanter. Owen took the hint and
iipplit-d him with another generous potion.
"Lot's, see," said the "pirate," collecting
his thoughts. "Where was I? O, yes. Well,
hoy made another rush at me, and I had
o kill the whole twenty every last inoth-
?r'a son of them." ,
"You killed twenty men?" asked Pau
inc. aghast.
"Vi's; they lay in a circle on tlio deck
fell anound me. I remember particularly
ihai I counted 'emjust twenty. Of course,
had pistolK and they had only capstan
Iwrs ami such like; but If I do say so mjr
fcelf, I think it was quite cute for a more
klip of a lad. I was a likely boy In those
Irlays. But it troubled mo a little at the
inie. I could" almost see them twenty
I lack souls a-comln' up before the Jutlg-iii-iit
sent In a bunch, and then lock-step- .
ilng It down to the other plate, j, I was
feared the Almighty might ask, 'Who''
lono this?" and they'd point dawn to me
ill alone In the middle ot the Atlantic
)cean. What a chance to teach nie a les
on without hurtin' anybody else, eh? .
"Well, Miss, sure enough, It come on to
ilow. and there was the old ship stageorln'
long under funllu sail. There weren't no
imu for me to leave the wheel and try to
ake in sail, so I had to do what' I -could
iglit from the deck -with mjr. pistols." .,
"With your pistols?" echoed Owen,
whose expression warned the mariner that
tie mustn't go too far. with his tale.
"Yes. sir," assorted the pirate, bring-'
ng hia flat down on' the library table. ".
tuag a nifty shot in, my time, and 1 had
louty of ammunition. Before the, after-
bioon was past ! had fired aloft and shot
mlr the sailB out of the bolt-ropes.
"it was all I could do to keep the old
Milk from founder In', at that, but I stuck
to the wheol day after day and night af
ter night. To keep from freezin I had to
drip a lot of grog. Oh, a powerful lot of
grog. So much grog that I've been de
pendent on It ever since and I'll take
a little of it now, If it's agreeable."
It wasn t exactly agreeable, but he got
It and continued.
"Finally we fetched ud. kef-smack, on
the rocks of a desert Island. All the boats
had been smashed and carried away by
Die storm, so I had to build a raft. The
first two loads was all provisions, and
tlii-n I took the treasure ashore"
"What, treasure?" asked Pauline.
"Oil, bless your heart, didn't I tell rou
about the treasure?" .
"No," said Hicks, with a scowl, "and
that's the part we want to hear about."
Oh. money aln t everything:. ' rebuked.
the "pirate", in a lordly manner; - "There
was a mutter of a million dollars or so
In good British gold, and what It was on
the 'Nancy. Lee': fer Is nobody's business..
I took it all ashore, an' buried It. on the
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This Is from the Motlen Picture Flm of "Paulina" by tha Path Players
Pauline Itcfuse to Tell Harry Where She Is Coins and Her
Lover Protcita at Her Conduct.
on9t Mice the Fa
The Great New Photo-Play Serial Storv
of Pauline
lets grasp, while her lips whisper a strange
message from the remote past.
Restored to consciousness by Harry and
Pauline, the old man believes it to be a
dream, until later he finds the Identical
bracelet on the mummy's skeleton wrist.
He promisee Pauline one year to sec life
and places her In the guardianship of
Owen. A final heart attack gives him Just
time to write on the doctor's presolption
pad a very brief will. Then he dies, A law
yer tells Owen that he would have perma
nent charge of Pauline's estate If tome
thing should- happen to her before mar
riage. Hicks, a racetrack man, whispers a
suggestion to Owen, but the secretary re
fuses to have, anything to do. with him, foe
the time at least. Owen arranges for Pau
line to go as a passenger on an aeroplane
In a race, as the first of her year's adven
tures. Hicks and Owen introduce a "re-
formed pirate."
Island. Here's a, copy of the chart I made,
and yon three is the first to lay hitman
eyes on It."
While Pnuline examined reverently the
dingy bit of paper the "pirate" concluded
Ilia va rn .7
his yarn
"After I'd buried the last of it I rigged
a mast on the raft and fetched up on one
of the Bahamas." .
"And ypu have never been back to get
the gold V' queried Pauline.
"No, miss; though I've started many's
the time. But a poor seafarin' man like
me finds It hard to fit out a proper expedition.-
If you fancy the notion and
want to go along with me and pay all the
expenses I'll divvy up half and half with
you. What do you say?"
Paulino looked at. Owen and Hicks, who
nodded approvingly. She had no great
faith In finding- any gold. Old Mr. Marvin
had said that treasure hunts rarely pro
duce any results. But he had also re
marked that they were vcrythr!lling, .ud
here, surely, was adventure well worth a
little time and money. Pauline agreed,
and the "pirate" was in the midst of im
posing a blood-curdling oath of secrecy
when Harry, demanded admittance.
Nobody,; least of all the sailor, wouid
tell him what was in the wind, except that
tliey wore' going off on a trip of adventure.
iu juuiik mau aisapprovea or ootn Hicks
and the-"pirate,"-and the latter showed
his dislike of Harry. It was with regret
that the man of the sea recollected Owen's
stipulation that Harry must on no account
be allowed to go with the partv. Nothing
would have pleased the "pirate"! better
, than to have gotten these two happy
, and Innocent representatives of "ill-gotten
f gains" alone with bim on -the high seas.
Pauline, too, wished to have the handsome
youth who stood frowning and suspiciously
demanding information. - But she had
sworn the oath of a buccaneer, and far be
it from her to break faith with the confld--,ing
freebooter.
So, once more Harry was kept out of
Pauline's councils. He was a little pro
voked at her this time, for her willfulness
seemed almost perverse after the lesson
she should have learned from the aero
plane wreck.
Excitement' and activity pervaded the
house. Sunday and Monday every onu,
including Harry, soon knew that Pauline
was to take Tuesday's steamer to Old Nas
sau, In the Bahamas. Harry Intended to
quietly board the steamer a little earlier
than Pauline and surprise the party by ap
pearing after the ship was well out to sea.
His plans were shattered by the young
lady's unexpected "early arrival." Harry,
with a suitcase in each hand, met her face
to face on the pier. There was nothing
for him to do but confess, kiss her goodby
and go. It was with a pang of regret that
he saw him toss his two suitcases covered
with college team .labels Into a tazicab
and depart. .
An hour later the four treasure hunters
stood looking over the- rail watching the
last passengers come abroad. The "pirate,"
in a new blue suite, huge Panama bat and
light pink necktie, . thomii a rather un
usual sight, had been toned down la ap-
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pearance to a degree that permitted him
to walk about among people without caus
ing a crowd to collect. Hicks, too, at
Owen's suggestion, had adopted quieter at-
-.tire.-; ..
Just as the gangplank was about to be
; pulled in the deckhands waited to permit
a very feeble and bent old pian to hobble
up and get aboard.v He had long, white ;
, . heir; and his face was n.ostly gray-whisk- s
'ers, except a pair of dark speotacles. A '
porter followed him bearing two brand
. new suitcases. : ; .
-The adventurous four were soon com-,
fortably perched in steamer chairs "watch
ing New York harbor slip by them. They
had barely reached the Statue of Liberty .
when the "pirate" launched forth on one ;
of his Munchausen-like tales of the sea.
Highly colored, picturesque, untrue and
absurd as a stained glass window, never
theless these yarns took on a' semblance ; '
":. of reality from the character of the nut-'.
' rator himself. In all his stories the ;
'pirate" was the hero. Nobody noticed -.
" that a steward had placed a fifth steamer
chair beside the sailor until that worthy
reached one of the main climaxes of his
narrative. At. that point he felt a hand
on his shoulder and looked around into ,
the whiskers and black spectacles of the s.
; old passenger. The cackling voice re-
' marked: .,
"It's a lie. It's a lie. It's a lie."
Every one . was astonished, but even-the-,
. "pirate" had a trace of respect for such -,
great age, and said nothing In reply, ;After:
a while he continued, only to be inter
rupted by the same words. .. '.
This was too much to endure, and though -the
"pirate" held his tongue they rebuked
the old dotard by walking away and lean- '
' ing over the rail. The conversation wan- -dered
to the subject of sharks, and Pauline
"' asked If they were as stupid as they
looked. -:'
"Don't, you believe it," the "pirate" as-'
''- assured her. "Them sharks look stupid just '
to fool jou. Why, 1 remember a time not . .
so long ago down in Choco Bay, on the
coast'of Colombia, there was an old devil
who used to sneak up alongside sailin' ves
sels in a fog. He carried in his mouth
the big iron shank of an anchor he'd
picked up from the wreck."
"What, did he do that for?" asked Hicks.
"So the iron would deflect the compass ,
and make them run the ship onto the Kelp
Ledges, off the Pinudas Islands. If a ship
went down he stood a good chance of eat-
ing one or two o' the passengers. But I
"don't mind sharks. If you want to know '?
what really annoys me, it's them killer '
t hales In the Antarctic that come a
: flrowdin' and buttin' up against ye"
: "It's u lie. It's a lie. It s a lie." cackle3
the same old voice. There stood "whisk
ers" leaning on the rail beside them.
Paulino managed to prevent the "pirate"
from telllns the old man a few tilings, and
off they went again. Once more that day
the. old man popped out from behind a
lifeboat and spoiled one of the sailor's
yarns. After that they kept a watch for
him, and Boyd maintained an indignant
silence in his presence.
At dinner the "pirate," awed-ty the
captain's presence, confined his attention
strictly to eating until the commander left
the table. Pauline asked if the wicked
shark could still be seen In Choco Bay.
"No, he' gone now," said the "pirate."
"There were so many wrecks laid to him
that Lloyds sent a man down to caich
him. He had a hard time getting the wily
old beggar. He wouldn't bite on a shark
hook or any of that atuS.
"Lioyus's man nnaiiy had to charter a
sailing vessel and wait for a fog. The first
foggy night he sailed between the islands
with a flsltin' outfit rigged special for this
shark. He swung the biggest magnet he
could And from a boom at the schooner's
catheads. He lashed a small charge of
dynamite to the magnet and ran a wire to
a battery on board. Then he lowered the
magnet and, dynamite about a fatbom
under water and waited.
"Well, sir, out came that shark as usual
with the Iron In his mouth dnd snuggled
up alongside. But the first thing the shark
knew the magnet pulled him. iron and ail,
up to it. It was so gentle he didn't sus-
' pect nothin', but the Lloyd man felt a
little twitch like a bite, and he pushed the
button that touched off the dynamite. It
got him. There he was, floatln' belly up,
next day. And wouhl you believe it, on
my oath .as an honest sailor man. they
found In that maneater's stomach"
"It's an Infernal, monumental, epoch-
making lie," cackled a voice behind him.
Brer; one looked-and there was the old
man taking a sett beside the "pirate."
Three Indignant men and one girl who
couldn't quite keep from laughing promptly
left the table.
Tha "pirate" was now thoroughly ex
asperated. If he couldn't tell a story with
out being Interrupted in this manner life
wasn't worth living. He announced that
he -would find the old man and thrash him.
Owen and Hicks were annoyed, but they
feared the result ot the sailor's fury on
the old man. They might all be arretted
on arriving at Nassau. This would Inter
fere with plans, and must not be thought
of. To appease tha wrathful "pirate"
Owen offered to h.ve the old man thrashed
so soundly that he would probably be glad
to stay out of sight the rest of the voyage.
. There were some rsscally looking men
of Hpsnlsh blood among the second cshln
passengers who. as .Owen and Hicks ob
served, looked needy' and unscrupulous.
Tha secretary found no great cmbarras
ment In explaining that h wished the old
man thrsshed quietly and privately. The
Hpanlards agreed to beat him thoroughly
for the trifling consideration of ten dol
lars. They would even throw him over
iccimafcmg Moioin Pictuires of
board for a very reasonable sum addi
tional. But the bargain was struck at ten
dollars for a moderate beating, and the
foreigners were warned that as he was a
delicate old man they must he careful not
to kill him.
During the next hour or two the old man
passed the four treasure hunters in their
steamer chairs, but each time the "pirate"
ceased talking before he came, within ear
shot. ... - V, : " ;..
At last the old man stopped in front ot
Pauline and gazed long at the "pirate."
He studied the rascal's face, apparently
trying to remember the identity of the
man. Slowly the aged head nodded as if
lie was saying to himself "yes, he is the
same man!" '
Then, turning to Pauline and shaking a
warning finger, the old man delivered a
urprising message,
Prftiline ...was startled. The three men
leaped to their feet..' It was with the ut
most difficulty that she was able to pre
vent -violence Owen excused himself to
hunt up his Spaniards and demand an ex
planation for their slowness. To his sur
prise they declared that they had tackled
him and that he was as quick and powerful
as a gorilla. He had thrashed them both
and they were glad to escape with their
lives. t .
The ex-secretary was Incredulous, but
they shewed cuts and bruises and de
manded their money, saying that -a joke
iiad been played on them. When Owen
refused one of them drew a stiletto and
the ten dollars was forthcoming.
Returning, ruefully, he related the fail
ure of the Spaniards. The "pirate" at
once said:
"Now, let me handle him."
A few moments later Boyd cornered hls
anciont adversary on a deserted and wind
swept piece of deck.
"Old man," snarled the "pirate," "you
say all my stories are lies. Only your gray
hairs have saved you from a thrashing
oerore this."
"It it's my gray hairs that stop you,
I'll remove that obstacle."
"The "pirate" wast amazed to see the '
aged person take off ills hat and remove
a gray wig with his left hand while his
right flst collided with the "pirate's" eye.
When consciousness returned ho was ly
ing on the deck with no living thing in
-sight but a seagull aeroplaning on slanted
. wings over his head. His return to the
party was more rueful than Owen's.
"What is the matter with your eye, Mr.
. Ijoyd?' asked Pauline innocently,
i , "Why, you see," said the "pirate," "I
was looking at a girl with one of these
new slit skirts and I stumbled and bumped
against a ventilator."
- "I see," commented Owen to help him
out. "You sort of slipped on a sex
appeal, so to speak.
"Yes," said the bailor, gratefully. It
was Just like that."
"It's a lie," said a high, thin voice from
somewhere, and they noticed that a port
hole behind them was open.
. Pauline found conversation difficult.
Hicks was a man of few words, which gave
htm an undeserved reputation for wisdom.
,The "pirate" had given up spinning yarns
on account of the old man's unfailing In
terruption. Owen's mind, too, was pre
occupied with a growing suspicion. So the
adventurous young lady went to her state
room and wrote a letter to Hprry.
. The sailor intimated that he had Im
portant news which could be only told In
the privacy of'. Owen's stateroom. The
secretary suspected this to be only a
manoeuvre on toe "pirate's" part to get
acquainted with' the whiskey he knew
Owen kept with him. But the seafarer
unfolded the tale of his black eye not
truthfully nor accurately, except In that he
had recognized Harry under the disguise
of the old man.
"I 'more than half suspected It," said
Owen, " and I have been watching his
stntcrooni. But there Is no way any one
can see Into his room unless by getting
a look In through the porthole."
"And there's where you get a good
Idea." said the "pirate."
"But there's no good having a peep at
hi hi without his disguise now that it's
- Harry," objected Hicks.
"No," said the "pirate." turning on
Owen his lustreless ses-green eyes, faded
by much grog to a dimness that reminded
' one of the faint lights set In ships' decks
nd known as "dead-eyes." "No. but
your porthole Idea Is Just thn scheme to
get at him and get rid of him. I can slip
down a rope to-night when all is quiet
and tbe fool passengers are over on the
other aide looking at the bloody moon."
"And then whst?" ssld Owen. ,
"Well, a drink first." auggeeted tha
sailor. Angering suggestively the glass on
the washstand.
"I wish you would get over that hahlt
of stopping for a drink every time you
, have something to tell us," said Owen,
getting tbe bottle.
"Have to do it." the "pirate" assured
hlra. "Alwsys makes it a point to reward
myself with a drink every time I have a '
good Idea. Sometimes I gives myself the
drink first and hopes to get the idea, and
as honest man ter honest man I'm bound
ter aomit 1 don't always get the Idea.
But, anyway, ! always gets the drink."
"All right, what's tbe Idea?"
"I goes down the rope and shoots the
old fool I mesn tbe jount fool through
the porthole."
"Why. thst's murder!" cried Owen. We'd
all swing for It."
"No, It ain't murder; it's nulolde, 'cause
I'll throw the gun In there where they'll
find It when thev break the door In, and
everybody'!! think he-ahot himself."
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. This Is the Reformed Pirate. . 5
'It's practical," commented .Hicks, but
Owen protested. At last it was decided
that a fourth man was necessary to do
the shooting, and the "pirate" volunteered
io produce him.
"There's an old shlomate o1 mine down
In the stoke hole working like a nigger.
He'd be glad to do the trick for ten dol
lars, but we'll make It fifty because the
poor fellow has a wife and children and
needs the money. He's mighty good to
them children, Mike is. Kind-hearted old
beggar, N I'll go to get him."
A Owen and Hicks went on deck while
Boyd descended to the flery vitals of the
steamer. It is not an easy matter to
smuggle a grimy stoker from his furnace
to the upper passenger decks, but the
"pirate" managed it.
Meanwhile the old man was not losing
time. He had taken a dictagraph from
ills baggage, borrowed a few dry batteries
and a coil of wire from the wireless
operator. He carefully installed the in
strument in his stateroom, and led the
wires out under his door to the passage
way. Prom there it was an easy task to
carry them along the edge of the carpet
to the door of Owen's stateroom. Arrived
at the point, he was compelled to leave
pliers, wire and the receiving instrument
under a chair.
Like many , another stateroom door,
Owen's could not be locked easily from
the cutside, so when the three conspirators
went out they left It unlocked. The old
man slipped in a moment later and quickly
placed the dictagraph under the lower
bunk.
Returning to his own room, the old
man took up his Instrument and listened.
But he was not a very expert electrician
and -the dictagraph for a long time failed
to give anything but roars and crack
ling sounds, though he was convinced
itiere were several parsons talking. At
last be got the thing adjusted in time to
catch tbe last sentences of the conver
sation. He recognized the voice of the
"pirate." It said:
"An then we lowers you down the rope
to his porthole. You sticks your 'gun In
and shoot the old fool. Don't forget to
throw the gun in afterward, so they'll
think he killed himself. Bee?"
"Sure, I got yer, mstey," replied a
strange voice. .
After this the dictagraph got out of
ord'r or thn speakers left the room, as
nothing further came over the wire.
Alter closing the portholn Harry started '
to take off bis disguise with a view of re
vealing himself and having Owen, Hicks
and the "pirate" arrested. Then it oc
curred to him that he had not heard
Owen or Hicks talking and very likely
they were not in tbe room at ail.
U was probably a craty, drunken
scheme of the old sailor whom he had tor
mented with hU Interruptions. Neither
Owen nor Hicks bad any suspicion, so far
as he knew, that behind tbe whiskers and
eyeglasses wss Harry. Owen could have
no object In shooting him. In fact, he was
rather ashamed of himself for letting the
(bought enter his head.
"Can It be that I am Jealous of this
man Owen?" be wondered, "and can It
be that I have any cause? Tolly lias been
taking his advlriv against mine lately.
Whst can that mean?" ,
Peace reigned at d!nnr and during the
evening while the old liner plunged and
rolled past wicked old Csp Hatterss.
While the pssseagers llsleufd to the ssd
orchestra in the saloon Harry, still In hi
whiskered disguise, sent a wireless to a
lawyer In New York requesting him to
telegraph Psullne at Nassau something
that would make, her come home as soon
as possible. Then be entered hia state
Players
room and locked the door.
As he stepped in he caught sight of
4 the unbeautiful countenance of Mr. Boyd
squinting wlokedly at him from far down
the passageway.
"Just for that evil grin of yours, Mr
"Pirate," thought Harry, "I am not going
to let you or your friend shoot me until
after daylight." So Harry kept his port
ho'.e closed tight that night, sleeping
rather restlessly without his accustomed
ventilation. But he had the satisfaction
of knowing that others were spending an
anxious night on the deck above.
Twice he heard faint scraping gonnd
on the outside of his cabin, and a dark
shadow eclipsed the faint nimbus of light
which the foggy night sent through his
porthole. On the deck directly over hie
head three dark figures eat in deck chairs,
while a fourth paced the deck, his cigar
glowing like the tall lamp of a distant
automobile.
The fog began to lift Just before dawn,
and tbe stoker, making another trip down
his rope, found the porthole open. A.
hasty inspection of the decks (ndicated
that It was safe to go ahead.
Owen, Hicks awl the "pirate quickly
lowered the stoker, sitting In a little
swing known on the sea as a 'bo'sun's
chair." In his hand he carried a pistol
which Hicks had provided. Each of the
three conspirators had revolvers, hut the
racetrack man's weapon was chosen be
cause he had obtained it from a source
to which it could not be traced. Down
went the stoker, his hare feet clinging to
the gently swaying side of the ship.
The porthole wss open, and there in the j
dim interior ot tbe cabin the light was '
reflected from a pair of spectacles. There,
too, were the -whiskers and gray hair.
The old man seemed to be asleep In hia
chair right near the porthole. The stoker
cocked his revolver and held It ready for
instant action.
The stesmer's fog horn blew a blast at
the fast thinning fog. This noise wss
Just what, the stoker wanted. He quickly
Plunged his pistol into tbe porthole, and
fired It point blank in the very face of
the old man. There could be no question
)t missing. He looked up at the three
eager faces and nodded that all was well.
"I've got him," he called out. and was
about to hurl tbe platol into the etate
room when sn unpleasant and unexpected
thing happened. A brawny flst shot ont
or the porthole and collided with tha
stoker's coal-blackened Jaw.
More fram surprise than the force ot
the blowfjtho stoker fell backward into
the sea. 'The three watchers on deck saw
the proceeding, and only one, the "pirate,"
had presence of mind to burl a lifebuoy.
No alarm was sounded. The steamer went
on into the sparkling morning sea, leaving
behind her a profane and disgusted stoker.
This unfortunate bad only a lifebuoy to
aid him on a fifteen-mile swim to shore.'
"Never mind," said tha "pirate" after'
the conspirators had gotten over their first
fright at the dashing or tbeir plans. "I
Dave an idea; It's a corking ides, and
rou'l) all like It."
"What la It?" aaked Owen nervously.
"Here is. your drink now; what's your
Ida?"
Hut the "pirate" wouldn't tell. He
objected that It was too startling for them
to rsrry In their timid brains. Ha would
unfold !t when thn time rsme, aad to
promised tbem that It would be the
greatest and most daring project they had
ever heard. A murderous glare lit up the
faded eyes and he chuckled to himself,
tout no offers nor threat a would Induce
him to part with his secret,
Te Is Continued'
"Padfe