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18^ UUi IHE JOUBNAIrPATRIOT. NOKTH W1 m li^iSItwlbwi WjKrtOn* cv5^ _ MtOM rnt • tutrtO COi&wv« MAvCK. »>CtU*( CHAPT6R IX THE FIOHT ON THE MAST Ai Jim b«san paddling out to wards the spithead, beyond which he could see the lights of the Htoponiola, the drunken toIc- ea of the pirates ashore, raised in the words of “Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest,” came to his ears. That meant only a few men were aboard the ship and prob ably no lookout was kept As he approached the ship, he paddled Tery quietly. Once in the shadow of its side, he listened to the voices that floated down to him. “Go on! Make your play!” Jim S sed the snarling and 1'^ voice as that of Israel It was the voice of William O’Brien which replied: "Let’s talk. Silver’s tangled everything, I tell you!’’ "Stow your drunken gaff and play.” “1 be’nt drunk, and Silver’s a fool!” “You’re the fool. William! And your face makes me fair bilious, It does!’’ Jim heard sounds as of a figll^'''grunts, drunken oaths, a tabH crash-to the Jloor. Sure that mo eyes would be watching overside the ship, ttie boy pad- iiLdled softly to the bow and set to work cutting the hawser. The rope was thick and as he cut ' through the last strand he leap ed back as it parted with a loud snap. The sktnboat upset, dump ing Jim into the water. He clung to the end of the hawser hang ing down from the ship and was dragged away from the coracle as the vessel, no longer anchor ed, began to drift. Jim hauled himself, hand over hand, up the hawser and over the railing. He moved cautiously towards the after cabin and peered in /■ jlithrough the window. Hands and O’Brien were on the floor, israel against the wall, holding O’ Brien’s knife from his throat. At a lurch of the ship. Hands shook the knife out of O’Brien’s grasp and it fell clattering to the floor. BRAMFS RHKUMA-LAl FOR RHEUMATTSM quick BuiM R. 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Weary and out of breath, be sank down on a pile of sacks in the corner. The voice of Israel Hands came fo blm as Ih a dream; “The hawser’s parted! Up that staysail or she’ll swing to the reef!” Jim beard the sound of their running feet on the deck, then leaned bis head against the cor ner of the galley, and closed his eyes. When he awoke it was broad daylight; the ship was pitching and rolling jerkily; the swishing of a boom and the luffing of flapping sails was loud in bis ears. Jim rubbed his eyes in amazement until he remembered the events of the night. Then he got hastily up and peered through the galley windows. The island was about two miles away. The jib sails flapped and cracked. He beard a moan and looked down on the deck and saw Israel Hands propped against the bulwarks, holing his side and groaning. William O’ Brien was stretched out flat on his back several yards away, his teeth showing in a ghastly grin in the sunlight. Jim ran out of the galley to the lee of the after deck. It was covered with blood, a pool 6f it under O’Brien’s body. Hands was holding his thigh with a blood- smeared hand, his jaw hanging weakly open. He opened his eyes at hearing Jim’s footsteps. “And where mought you come from? ’ asked Hands. “I’ve come aboard to take possession of this ship,’’ said *T won’t forget tWef Where mought we be selling to?”.. ~ “Not beck to the anchorage you can be sure! Uve seen a map of this Island, Mr. Hands! Do you know the cove called North Inlet?” - “Th.it I do. Way north on the other shore.” “That’s where we’re sailing to,’’ said Jim. brisk and deter mined. Does that suit your curi osity?” “Well, Cap’n Hawkins, under my present unfortunate circum stances, It suits to a plum!” Hts head lowered over the bandage he was wrapping about the pir ate’s leg, Jim did not see the cruel smile on Hands’ face. Thanks to Silver’s instructions to Jim In steering on the long voyage from England to the Car ibbean, Jim was able to keep the ship on the course he had de termined upon. Acting under Hands' instructions, he had got enough sails set to carry her around the island, and it was a proud and happy Jim Hawkins that sailed tne Hispaniola into the North Inlet. Hands was propped on the stairs from the poop, his head just visible to Jim. “Larboard a little!’’ he cried. “Steady ... so! Too much . . . Starboard.” Jim pulled on the Wheel. "Star board it is!” and the ship wa.s making straight for the beach. “Is she headed right now, Mr. Hands?” “Right, Cap’n! Lash the wheel and come forward for a close haul on the jib. She’s liable to veer.’’ Jim lashed the wheel and went towards Hands, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his arm. “It’s been a tiresome voyage, Mr. Hands. Bless me . . .” He stopp ed, gasping in amazement, for the wounded Mr. Hands stood up in front of him “You’re . . . you can stand!” “And I can walk, too,” said ‘TJOTON imop V 71 C' *4 Here are Lee Tracy and, Helen Mack in an amuaing scene from ion Runyon’s newest film. “The Lemon Drop Kid,” which opens at Damon the Liberty 'Theatre Monday and Tuesday. onday and 'I'uesaay. Adapted from a short stpry by the popular author of “Lady For a Day” ^d “Little Mim Marker,__ tells a story of the “wise guy” who turned straight for a “swell girl.” He finds the going tough until a little son is bom to gwe lum the cour age and incentive to fight his battle. Baby LeRoy, William Frawley and Minna Gombell are featured in the supporting cast. , ., . Patsy Kelly and Thelma Todd are featured m another of their funny comedies, “Three Chumps Ahead.” and a Paramoimt sound news rounds out the program in addition to the giving of the ®shware whjch has received such popular comment. Mr. Harold Kay, the mMager of the Liberty, stated this morning that men may save the dish-^re for their friends or mothers by asking for the courtesy cards that are free for the asking. mast. He succeeed at last and aimed them at the pirate. “One more step, Mr. Hands, and I’ll blow your brains out! Dead men don’t bite, you know.” Hands hesitated, smiled dis armingly as he took the dagger from his mouth. “Jim, I reckon you and me will have to sign ar ticles. 1 don’t have no luck. It looks like I’ll have to—” Quick as a flash he drew back and flicked the knife at Jim. It struck him on the top of the shoulder, pinning his coat to the mast. A 'lash of surprise crossed Jim’s face as though the breath had been knocked out of him. Then he pressed both triggers and as the gnn blazed away they fell from his hands and dropped to the water below, just a mo ment before the body of Hands splashed in the same spot and disappeared beneath the waves. Jim stared down as in a trance, but finally pulled out the dirk, and finding his shoulder merely scratched, started down the shrouds. Setting his teeth hard, he dragged the body of O’Brien to the rail and dumped it Into the sea. Then he clambered over the bow and down to the sandy beach, squared his shoulders and set cut for the stockade. He hid in the forest till after dark and then stole cautiously into the stockade. As he approached the block-house a voice screeched. "Awk pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!” It was Silver’s parrot! There came muffled sounds as of men awakened from sleep. “Son of a she-quid!” came the voice of Long John Silver. “Who goes there?” (Continued next Thursday) Card of Thanks We want to express our thanks and appreciation to our neighbors and friends for the many kind acts and expressions of sympathy shown us at the death and burial of our dear husband and father. MRS. J. B. GREEN AND SONS. Five Indian towns ol prehis toric lames have been discover ed In Southern Peru by an arch aeological expedition. He ran to the color lines and sviifsly brought the Jolly Roger gapping do^un to^he deck. Jim, bold as brass, seeing Hands helpless, “and .vou’ll please re gard me as your Captain, Mr. Hands, until further notice.’’ “Well, now, rap’n Hawkins, and who's to sail her? Wiihout 1 gives you a hint, you ain’t tlie man as far as I can tell—” “Well. I . . . I . . . ’ mumoled Jim, taken aback. "Xow. look here.” said Hands, "you give me food and drink, and an ol 1 scarf to tie up my wound witii, and I’ll tell you how to sail her. .\nd that’s about square all around. I take it.’’ “Done, Mr. Hands!’’ cried Jim, looking aloft. "But I can’t have these colors, Mr. Hands—and by your leave I'll strike them.” He ran to the color lines and swiftly brought the Jolly Roger flapping down to the deck. “God save the King, and there’s an end to Captain Silver!” he cried, jubilantly, as he flung the pirati cal emblem overboard. “And now your wound, Mr. Hands.” When he had gone to the cabin for a bandage. Hands painfully and deliberately crawled along the deck until he came to a coil ed rope from which he picked up a bloodstained knife and then dragged himself hack to his orig inal position, the knife concealed in his shirt front. Jim returned one of his silk scarves, knelt and began binding up Hands’ injured thigh. “Ah. Cap’n Hawkins,” said toucher/ Hands, smiling gently, “Perhaps you’d be needin’ a rest, Cap’n Hawkins!” With the words he whipped out the knife under his shirt and made a lunge at the boy. With a cry of fright, Jim leaped back ward. Hands lurched limpingly after him as the Hispaniola struck the .sandy beach hard and heavy. Both Jim and the pirate were knocked off their feet and were thrown across midships in to the scuppers. Hands landing on the body of O’Brien. Jim. picking himself up, remembered his pistols, drew them both, and as Hands, stunned and weaken ed. crept towards him with a menacing growl, pulled the trig gers of both pistols. The ham mers clicked harmlessly. Hands laughed wickedly and staggered forward, taking the knife by the tip and aiming it. “Wet powder, Cap’n?” he sneered. Jim sprang backward and ran for the mlzzen shrouds as Hands hurled the dirk. Jim shrank to one side and the dirk missed him, striking the gunwale where it stuck and quivered. Jim climb ed hands over hand up to the cross trees, while Hands lurched ^ over to the knife, plucked it out, put it in his mouth and began laboriously to climb up into the mizzen shrouds. 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Cecil R DeMiUe’s mmm -i ^1 A Events In Hie Ufo of the Glomorous Eitipressi THE STWKT OF VLtwKAl KA suggened by Cecil BaDeMille's 'Cleop^^ Glamorous Picture— ‘Cleopatra’ WILL BE SHOWN AT THE Liberty Theatre AT AN EARLY DATE Intoxicated by iho heady wine, the beauty and the glamour of the moment, Antony take* Qeo- potro in hit arms, unaware of the will to avenge that Is buried deep within her breast; And that night, with Antony by her side> Cleopatra orders me gi greot boot to start back to Egypt Jealous Octervion takes odvontoge of Antony’s absence to turn the people against their former hero. Since Antony has not fulfilled his oath to bring Cleopatra bock In chains, he is o traitor! Declaring war, Octavion decides to go to Egypt and repay Rome with the blood of Cleopolro! King Herod of Judea b>ings Cleopatra news of Oetovian's coup against Antony and on offer of pardon for Egypt’s tronsgression* if Oeopotro will-but poison her lover; Antony loughs at the news, not realizing thot Cleopatra Is persuaded to meet Oetovian's demand, thus to save Egypt. Cleopolro colls for the poloce physician and tests poisons upon prisoners who hove been condeniiMNi to die. Inadvertently, Antony hears of these tests and grows suspicious. '^Fi ~iiir “'f' ITi
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