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This is money buried on the sea-shore by Captain Kidd, or some of those swells of pirates. It don't belong to anybody, you see." "This gold was not buried by pirates." "Who did bury it, then? That's the conundrum." "His name was Wallbridge." "Did you know him?" asked Mr. Redmond. "No; I never saw him." "Well, where is he now?"
Her emaciated form, her hollow cough, her eye bright with unnatural lustre, all told that she was passing away, but, combined with her sweet singing and heavenly spirit, led her companions sometimes to whisper, as she took her seat in the chapel, "Have we not an Elizabeth Wallbridge among us?"
"Into the boat!" called the mate, as he stood at the bow of it. "Take an oar, Mr. Wallbridge." The passenger obeyed the order. Enough of the bulwarks had been cut away to allow the passage of the boat. Mr. Carboy waited till a heavy billow swept over the deck of the brig, and then pushed her off into the boiling waves, leaping over the bow, as it cleared the vessel.
"Not yet. I am going to see the owners of the Waldo, in which Mr. Wallbridge was a passenger. They know nothing about him, I am aware; but I am going to ask them to write to their agents in Havana, and ascertain who he was." "That's taking a good deal of trouble for nothing, you see," added Mr. Raymond, with a look of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
"Wallbridge got down on his knees, and scooped out a hole not more than a foot deep in the sand, and dropped the bag into it. I looked up at the projecting rock again, when another flash of lightning came, and there was the coffin, just as plain as though it had been made for one of us. It was not a whole coffin, but only the head end of one.
Wallbridge came panting before me, his round, bald head bobbing with excitement. "Ready for the fray, eh? Oh, it's worth money to see this. Talk of your theaters now, eh? Got any orders?" "Not yet," I returned, hardly sharing the little man's enjoyment of the scene. The size of the stakes made me tremble.
Wallbridge and the mate were appalled at the fate of Burns, though they did not know that a broken spar from the wreck had struck him on the head, and deprived him of the use of his powers. The whale-boat was hauled around, head to the beach, but the waves swept it far up towards the rocks, which threatened its destruction in a few moments more.
The speculating public as well as Decker and Company were reaching out for the stock, and it was forced up ten and twenty points at a time, closing on Saturday afternoon at three hundred and twenty-five. "This is merry war," gasped Wallbridge, at the close of the last session. "I wouldn't have missed this for five years of my life.
I marveled at his coolness when his fortune, perhaps, turned on the events of the next five minutes. He gave no sign, nor once looked in my direction. The clamor on the floor began and swelled in volume, and a breath of visible relief passed over the anxious assembly. Wallbridge and Eppner made a dive at once for a yelling broker, and a cold chill ran down my back.
The appeal case was heard at Winnipeg on the 3rd and 4th days of September before Chief Justice Wallbridge and Mr. Justice T. W. Taylor. M. LEMIEUX, chief counsel for Riel, raised the old issue as to informality of the trial before the Stipendiary Magistrate at Regina, and contended that the magistrate was incompetent to try the case. Mr. FITZPATRICK followed.
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