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For an instant he hesitated; then taking the direction indicated by the slanting missile, he flung an arm toward Stumpy's crew and howled: "There's the dog! There's the sudden death! Tear 'em up, bullies! Pull Stumpy down!" In an instant the grove seethed with a terrific conflict, in which Stumpy's party was set upon by three times the number.
And as the liberated Feu Follette heeled dizzily to the gale, under full spread of sail, and her owner and his guests appeared into the storm, Stumpy's cry rang out: "There's the flare and she's burnin' steady!" TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK. Don't forget this magazine is issued weekly, and that you will get the continuation of this story without waiting a month. The Pirate Woman by Captain Dingle
"I can bring you to justice." "Bah! I suppose you think you can do wonders by going to Chicago." "How do you know I am going to Chicago?" I questioned quickly. Stumpy's face fell, as he realized the slip he had made. "Never mind. But you won't gain anything," he went on. "Better stay home and save your money." And to avoid further talk he pushed his way through the crowd and was lost to sight.
And did a hardy pirate gain the ledge in spite of all, there stood Milo, like a bronze Fate, with deadly ax poised to turn success into death. Yet Stumpy's little band grew less; and Dolores, standing over all like an Angel of Doom, saw that something must be done speedily unless she was to be left with too great a number of survivors from this lucky conflict. "Make a swift assault, Stumpy.
Swiftly Dolores stepped down and glided to Stumpy's side, his men drawing back involuntarily, not in sufficient numbers to be able to cast off their old awe of her. "Thy ear, good Stumpy," she whispered. "Art for thy fellow pirates, or for me? Speak quickly." "I'm for you, lady," he replied, shifting awkwardly on his mutilated foot. "For you, but not if what we heard is true."
By this time the reader may be aware that I thought John Stumpy's secrets important. Such was a fact. Try as hard as I was able, I could not but imagine that they concerned my father and his alleged downfall. In five minutes Dick and I came within sight of Widow Canby's house. There was a light burning in the kitchen and another in the dining-room.
Nobody except my loving grandpa has got the ready cash to pay down; and mother thinks the place wouldn't fetch much, if anything, over the mortgage. But in time it will be worth two thousand dollars." The arrival of the old boat at the wharf, and the commencement of the excitement in and around the fish market, terminated the conversation on Stumpy's worldly affairs.
The men who were in the habit of lounging in at Stumpy's to see "how The Luck got on" seemed to appreciate the change, and, in self-defence, the rival establishment of "Tuttle's grocery" bestirred itself, and imported a carpet and mirrors. The reflections of the latter on the appearance of Roaring Camp tended to produce stricter habits of personal cleanliness.
I returned stoutly, and, as a matter of fact, it may be as well to state that John Stumpy's foot had caused the accident. "Not much; it was your fault, and you've got to take the blame." As the rascal spoke, he caught me by the throat, squeezing it so tightly that I was in great danger of being choked to death. "Let let up!" I gasped. The choking continued.
Stumpy's men, now fully persuaded of their queen's regard for them, fought like paladins, roaring out their rough sea-cries as they cut and stabbed with increasing gusto. Even Pearse fell under the spell of fierce action; his rapier played among the heavier strokes of cutlas and broad-knife like summer lightning.
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