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Flanger still retained his standing position behind the table, holding on to his nose, which continued to bleed very freely. The surgeon went over to him, and endeavored to obtain a sight of the mutilated member. "I think you had better let me stanch the blood," suggested Dr. Connelly. "Do!" exclaimed the patient. "You will take off what is left of by dose."
Connelly." A couple of men were directed to convey the wounded seaman up the steps, and he was handed over to the doctor, who had him conveyed to the sick bay. The obdurate Captain Flanger was next sent up to the deck, where Mr. Camden received him, and made him fast to the rail without note or comment; and even Christy made no remark except to give necessary orders.
"But can you not recall some event or circumstance which will throw some light on the mystery?" persisted Dr. Connelly. "I can; but I have not had time to consider any events or circumstances, and it would not be treating Captain Battleton with proper respect to submit a string of crude conjectures to him." At this moment the captain appeared in the gangway, and interrupted the conversation.
Stanching the blood as best he could and bandaging the hand with his own kerchief, Stuyvesant bade the corporal sit at an open window a moment, for he looked a trifle faint and sick, it was a brutal bite. But Connelly was game. "That blackguard's got to be taught there's a God in Israel," he exclaimed, as he turned back to the rear of the car.
Stuyvesant might be brought to trial for killing a man, it would not be for killing Foster until more was ascertained regarding the actual victim. Private Connelly, recovered from his fever, was forever hunting up Farnham, the brakeman, and devising schemes for the capture of that blackguard Murray.
"But he's wicked enough for a dozen. Wonder he don't go to sleep." "Humph! says he wants a bottle of beer," grunted Connelly. "Can't get to sleep without it. I wouldn't give it to him if I had a kag." "He doesn't deserve it, of course," said the conductor. "What he ought to have is an all-around licking.
It will be my duty to regard him as a prisoner of war, at least. What do you think of it, Mr. Salisbury?" "I do not see how you can escape that conclusion," replied the first lieutenant. "I am a sort of peace officer," added Dr. Connelly, when the captain glanced at him, "and I will express no opinion as to the status of the officer, though it appears to be as you describe it."
"A ball went through my arm; but it is all right," replied Christy with a ghastly smile. He refused to go below, or to permit Dr. Connelly to come to him until he had attended to the poor fellows who had been wounded on deck. At the end of a couple of hours, the flames arose from the two bay steamers which had been alongside the Sphinx, for the second lieutenant had been ordered to burn them.
He scarcely heard me and made no move to take the proffered cigar. All at once it struck me that the rustic simplicity which had characterized him had vanished. "Whit, old fellow, what was wrong today?" I asked, quietly, with my hand on his arm. "Mr. Connelly, I want my release, I want to go back to Rickettsville," he replied hurriedly. For the space of a few seconds I did some tall thinking.
But the stranger, innocent that she was the harbinger of peace, could hardly understand why Bridget Connelly insisted upon her staying all night and talking over old times, and why the two women put on their bonnets and walked, one on either hand, to see the town with her that evening. As they crossed the bridge they looked at each other shyly, and then began to laugh.
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