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"Since leaving Manila," Carstens went on, "they have attacked several native settlements and murdered several persons. I already have them under arrest for piracy." "What is the proposition?" asked the other. "In my judgment they should be tried here, and, if convicted, executed at the scene of their latest crime." "I protest against that," said the other.
He was an intensely vain man; and the thought that Erik Carstens had a finer horse than Valders-Roan left him no peace. He had been heard to say repeatedly that, if that high-nosed youth persisted in his refusal to sell the mare, he would discover his mistake when, perhaps, it would be too late to have it remedied. Whatever that meant, it sufficed to make both Erik and his father uneasy.
C.C. Carstens, Proceedings of the Fifth New York State Conference of Charities and Correction, 1904, p. 196. See p. 65, footnote. This paragraph was submitted to the two agencies which furnished the illustrations. Their replies are in part as follows: Agency A. "Your criticism ... is purely theoretical and has no basis in fact.
"I think," Ned replied, "that you will find the real Lieutenant Carstens on the other side of that door." The door was opened instantly, and a man in the uniform of a lieutenant in the United States Navy, stepped forth. He was pale and haggard, and there was a bandage about his head, but his eyes were clear and bright.
He insisted that Lieutenant Carstens, who was in command of the vessel from which the steam launch had come, was a fine officer, and high in the esteem of the Manila authorities. "Then what is he monkeyin' with the rebel chiefs for?" demanded Jimmie. "It looks to me like Uncle Sam was goin' to get the double cross." "Why don't you go back to the steamer," asked Pat of Ned, "and go on board?"
Their faces, however, still showed anxiety rather than joy at the success of their efforts to bring the gunboat to the island. "I presume you have your instructions regarding the Manhattan and her crew?" Lieutenant Carstens said, after the formalities had been gone through with. "I understand that the boys took the boat out without permission," was the reply.
"I think I can open it," he said, "but you'll find that Carstens has a key if you'll take a look through his clothes." "Will you surrender the key?" asked Captain Curtis of the Lieutenant. "The boy lies!" thundered Carstens. "I have no key." "What does the box contain?" asked the Captain.
The drawings of the late Herr Carstens, which Fernow brought with him, have given me much pleasure, since through them I have first learned to know this rare talent, which, alas, was held back by circumstances in earlier days, and which at last was mown down even yet unripe.
Sev-en-ty dollars!" then hotly and indignantly "seventy dollars! fifth and last time, seventy dollars!" here he raised his hammer threateningly "seventy dollars!" "One hundred!" cried a high boyish voice, and in an instant every neck was craned and every eye was turned toward the corner where Erik Carstens was standing, half hidden behind the broad figure of Lieutenant Thicker.
"I rather think he is a good deal of a wise crook," Ned replied. "He's the man whom Jimmie saw mixing with the rebel chiefs." "But look here," Frank insisted, "look at the blue coats unloading the boxes. They are in the service, for sure. This Lieutenant Carstens may be a crook, but he has a command in the United States navy, all right."
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