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Show "The Hell You Say." SYNOPSIS. The story opens witli the Introduction of John Stephens, adventurer, a Massachusetts Massa-chusetts man marooned by authorities at . Valparaiso, Chile. Being interested in mining operations in Bolivia, he was denounced de-nounced by Chile as an insurrectionist and as a consequence was hiding. At his bote! his attention was attracted by an Englishman and a young woman. Stephens rescued the young woman from a drun!:en oflioer. He was thanked by her. Admiral of the Peruvian navy confronted con-fronted Stephens, told him that war had been declared between Chile and Per;! and offered him the otiice of captain. He desired that that night the Esmeralda, a Chilean vessel, should be captured. Stephens accepted the commiss on. Stephens met a motley crew, to which he was assigned. He gave them final instructions. in-structions. They boarded the vessel. They successfully captured the vessel supposed to be the Esmeralda, through strategy. Capt. Stephens gave directions for the departure de-parture of the craft. He entered the cabin cab-in and discovered the English woman and her maid. Stephens quickly learned the wrong vessel had been captured. It was Lord Darlington's private yacht, the lord's wife and maid being aboard. He explained the situation to her ladyship. lady-ship. CHAPTER IX. In Which I Learn Our Port. I sank down into the depths of an upholstered divan without, rested my head within my hands, and endeavored earnestly to collect thought and nerve for the coming struggle. The terrible-ness terrible-ness of our situation only became more apparent as I considered it in the light of the discoveries already made, and in my understanding of the nature of those with whom I was now associated. Neither Tuttle nor De Nova had ever mistaken the Sea Queen for the warship Esmeralda. It was impossible to conceive that these two trained seamen could have made such an error, or that the men under them could have been so utterly deceived. de-ceived. Tuttle's boat came up directly beneath the bows, with the riding lamps burning brightly and revealing the name; every man aboard must have seen it plainly. Yet what object ob-ject could have led to so desperate an act of piracy? What part was I destined des-tined to play in the final working out of their lawless scheme? The longer I studied over the problem prob-lem the more thoroughly did I become mystified and confused. What could these men ever hope to accomplish in this lawiess fashion? They must be fools or madmen. This was not the age of piracy; every league of sea was patrolled; every port protected by telegraphic communication. Difficult as my own situation undoubtedly un-doubtedly was, apparently helpless among this crew of sea devils, without with-out a man on board in whom I could put trust, it was rendered a thousand times harder by the presence of those two women. In what way could I protect pro-tect and serve them? I wondered if all the crew forward were in the plot, or were the leaders alone involved? Could I count on finding a single honest hon-est sailor in all that riffraff who would stand by me in revolt? There were others on board the three seamen and the engineer of the yacht's crew, the Chilean officer captured on shore but they were prisoners, far more helpless even than myself. The longer I thought the darker grew the prospect, pros-pect, the closer the cords of Fale pressed about me. There was nothing noth-ing to do except to face the conspirators conspira-tors boldly, and thus ascertain the whole truth. I glanced upward at the telltale compass' overhead the vessel's ves-sel's course had already been altered; we were now headed westward, directly direct-ly out into the broad Pacific. I met Tuttle at the end of the bridge, clinging to the handrail, his oilskins flapping in the head wind. He never glanced toward me, the cool, studied insolence of the fellow causing me to feel more deeply than ever before be-fore his consciousness of power. "The yacht la several poinls off her course, Mr. Tuttle," I said, sharply, determined to test him. "May I ask If the change was made by your order?" lie swept one long arm toward the north, and, following the direction of his finger,' I dimly perceived a spiral of black smoke barely visible above the horizon. "I thought we had betler sheer off, as there was no guCssing who that fellow yonder might prove lo be." I remained silent, watching the distant dis-tant smudge, and occasionally glancing glan-cing aside inlo his linpei lurbable face. He yawned sleepily. "I :nlhor guess one of us had beller turn in, Mr. Sic phons," lie suggested finally, "lor we'll have to arrange about our watches aft." "I'resoul ly, Mr. Till He; we haven't breakfasted yet. Meanwhile I should prefer to iiiiihi :il a lid mailers a lillle more clearly. I've just been I b rough ' the cabins. None of lire yacht's olli-ceis olli-ceis are on hoard." I could see bis IIiIm lip:; drawn back In a sinlnior grin, which revealed re-vealed bin yellow teelb. "'be herd lielpelh those who help h:iu:;(d ven," ho returned, piously, lip-'jlllng lip-'jlllng bl:i eyes. "The race Is not al-,v;iy:t al-,v;iy:t lo Hie swiff, nor I hi! ljal.Ho to 1 no 1 ruii:;." tinued, staring incredulously at the map. "Nothing but fog and floating ice. There is no land, marked within 500 miles." "Just the same there's land there," he retorted, positively, his thin lips pressed together. "I've seen it; two islands, an' that's where the Sea Queen pokes her nose." I could merely sit back, staring at the fellow, who remained leaning both hands on the table, his glinting eyes on my face. "It's a rum yarn, Mr. Stephens, I'll admit," he said, slowly, his nasal tone much in evidence, "but it's all true, sir, so help me, God! Here's the straight of it, an' you listen quiet till I get done. Then I'll answer your questions as long as you've got any to ask." CHAPTER X. In Which I Hear the Tale of the First Officer. Tuttle required a while getting started, pulling aside his dangling coat-tails to sit down facing me, and then twiddling his long fingers with his gaze bent on the deck. I take it that his intellectual operations were naturally slow, although he was swift enough in all matters appertaining to seamanship. Anyhow, he sat there for so long, his whole at pearance so sleek and oily, that I lost all patience, shuffling shuf-fling my feet on the deck. The noise served to arouse him. "It commenced somethin' like ovei two years ago sir," he began, mouthing mouth-ing each word with care, "a little earlier in the season lhan this is now. I . was master of the whalin' bark Betsy, sailin' from Province town, an' we were homeward bound after about 18 months' cruisin' in the South Pacific, carryin' a fair cargo of oil an' whale trimmings. We were roundin' the Horn, being about 70 degrees west and 50 degrees south when the real trouble began. I know (hat was rather rath-er a low latitude, but we had been buckin' against head winds an' a high sea for more'n a week, an' besides were short-handed, five of the crew havin' skipped out at Somers islmul, where we put in after fresh water. Anyway, it was about there that a storm hit us from out the nor'east. guess it must have been one end of a hurricane. I never see nothin' fiercer, even in those seas. There was nothin' to do but turn tail an' scud, the ropes and canvas being so stiff with ice. Well, we battened down, an' took chances, but for a while I thought every wave was goin' to do for the ol' hooker an' send us all to Davy Jones'. I couldn't see five feet from the rail, an' I had to keep diggin' ice out o' my eyes to see at all. The wind had the feel of a solid wall, sir." Tuttle was leaning forward now, his elbows on the table. His lean, solemn countenance had lost its listlessness. and I also noticed the eager inu-ro-t imprinted on the faces of his two comrades. com-rades. "We was jest roundin' the point," he went on as soon as he took a lout; brealh, "the Betsy keelin' over so's her deck was half awash, an' with no more than maybe 100 yards o' clear water to the good. Back o' an ugly lookin' headland the ceast seemed to fall away sudden inlo a sort o' cove, which was piled hi;; ii with groat ice hummocks, behind which the ice, wall rose up sheer almost to the top o' the rocks. There was a sorter shelf along thu edge of it, an' a-seltin' up there iu full view was the damndest lookin' vessel ever I saw in 50 years o' sea fariu'. So help me God, sir, I saw It with my own eyes, as plain as I'm lookin' at you! It was h'istcd up all o' 20 feet above the lower ice-field, an' sort o' careened over where it was froze fast so as to show the decks amidships clear to the inner rail. You remember them ships what Columbus sailed in? Well, this hooker was that kind, only a blame' sight bigger. 1 guessed her at Sat) or 000 ton, but she had the same sort o' build a big high stern, with an nfler-enhin clear acrost it, the waist, sunk down in a curve, an' Ihe fo'castle raised up like a house, with blunt bows, an' a monster bowsprit bow-sprit forkin' straight up Into the air. The whole outfit was so cased with lee an' glittered so In the sun that. It seemed like a part o' Ihe ice clitT, which had took that queer shape from I ha win' nn' fivo.in'. Uninme If 1 didn't think It was somethin' like that for a in i mil a blame' freak o' mil lira but when 1 grabbed Ihe glasses, an' gol a good look through Ihem, if was a ship all right. Hie kind you rend about lu the books what navigated these waters a hundred or more years :;. I was still a-slariu' at it with all my eyes when we raised Iho stern, which stood h'lsled up a bit. higher 1 1 1 1 1 i the bow, an' where the steady dash of Ihe wavea didn't break (dean ' over It, an' the sun foil Just right bo t read Ihe hooker's name. Hy Cod, 1 did, sir! It was Ihero plain as day: Doumi Isabel, Cadiz." t'I'O UN I'ONTINIUOH.) "I also discovered," I went on, angered an-gered by such abominable cant, "that this vessel we have captured is not the Chilean Esmeralda at all, but Ihe yacht Sea Queen, owned by Lord Darlington, Dar-lington, and flying the English flag." "The hell you say." "Moreover, I have not the slightest doubt that you knew it from the first. Now I demand some explanation, Mr. Tuttle. What does Ibis mean?" He stood leaning back against the rail facing me, the disagreeable grin gone from his lips, his half-closed eyes glinting uneasily. "Well, what of it?" "Only that we have committed an act of piracy. Every naval vessel of the civilized world will be used to hunt us down. We shall not be safe on any sea, nor able to land in any port of Ihe globe. If we resist we shall be blown out of the water; if captured, our crime means death. You have deliberately de-liberately decoyed me into this affair for some secret purpose of your own; you have involved me in your crime, and now I insist upon some knowledge of your plan, and an explanation regarding re-garding my future authority on board." "Oh, you are the captain," sncering-ly, sncering-ly, "What more can you want?" "Then, if I am, we will head directly direct-ly back to Valparaiso." "Oh, I ralher guess not;" and Tuttle's Tut-tle's eyes became Instantly hard and ugly. "Nevertheless you're captain all right, just so long as you keep the nose of the old girl pointed tho way we want her to go." "That is it, is it?" "Yes, that's exactly the ticket." I turned partially aside, glancing toward to-ward the wheelman. The fellow was leaning forward over the spokes, evidently evi-dently deeply Interested in our contro versy and endeavoring to hear all we had to say. Tuttle followed tho direction direc-tion of my eyes, but with apparent in-differe in-differe n ce. "Oh, they all understand about it," he remarked, carelessly. "And now I guess maybe it's about lime we gave you the main points lo chew on. If you'll slep down into Ihe chart house, Mr. Stephens, I'll fetch some things 1 want lo show you, an' be along myself In a Jlfi'y. Then I'll spin a yarn that'll cause you to come with us williu' enough, or else you're a dam' fool." There was nothing else lo do, and I followed him down the bridge slops lo Ihe main dock.. The charlhouse bad lis single door opening all, and was a small, plainly built slructnro pninled a dingy gray, with two narrow windows on either -side, and jusl enough space wllhln to contain a deal table, bicker, and (bree rude benches. I sal down upon one of i I hone, filled and lighted my pipe and wailed in silence, gazing idly at the chart pinned Hal, on Ihe Inble. If wan a mil j of these waters lying off Ihe Chilean ennui, and a vessel's course bad been pricked upon II. from .lunn Fernando, lo Valparaiso. Thin did nut part loularl.v Inleresl me, and my i I'oi.gbl. drifted n:ii urnlly lo Ihe worn an linpal ienl ly awaiting my return lu II. e cabin. What, a ills! reusing idlun lion for one of l.ady Darlington's 1I tt Ii and refinement! And yet with what dignity of manner had she met the unexpected! It was plain to bo seen that hers was a heart of courage, not easily broken under adversity. And how could I hope to serve her? What would Ibis crew of hell-hounds, these merciless sea-wolves, permit me to do? Trans-ship them upon some passing vessel? Put into some isolated iso-lated island port? This was scarcely likely, for either act would involve the danger of an exposure they would be little inclined to assume. I comprehended com-prehended already that it would be according lo their decision, and not mine. I had been plainly informed how little my control extended over their desires. And whither were we bound? Inlo what strange seas? Into what species of wild .adventure? The utter Impossibility of keeping those two concealed below for any length of time was clearly evident.. Ship life was far too restricted. Both Tuttle and De Nova would naturally expect to lodge aft, and it was a privilege they could not easily be denied. Yet what would they say, how would they act, when they finally discovered Ihese two unwilling passengers aboard? What was my duty in all tho circumstances? It was all a deep, unsolvable mystery, yet out. of its mist constantly floated the appealing face of that woman awaiting mo below. I could not desert her. I could not consider anything except how I might best serve her interests, in-terests, best protect her from the contamination con-tamination of Ibis hell afloat. Three shadows' suddenly darkened the doorway, and Tuttle, accompanied by De Nova and the big seaman named Bill Anderson, entered. The second officer nodded to me In genial fash-Ion, fash-Ion, his while teeth gloaming, but Anderson slouched surlily past and dropped heavily on a bench, his coarse bulldog features devoid oT all expression, expres-sion, his square jaws munching the tobacco in his cheek. I took notice of his eyes, staring slralghl. out of the window opposite, dull, dog-like, deeply sunken under thatched brows, his skin like brown leather drawn light, his short red neck, and gnarled hands. Altogether Al-together he appeared a repulsive brute, no more easily subdued lhan a jungle tiger. Tuttle sidled along to the opposilo side of Ihe table, upon which be placed a tighlly rolled, yellowish-backed paper, evidently a navigating navi-gating chart. As I watched him curiously, curi-ously, be suddenly pressed the point of his 1 1 1 1 1 1 i i ! down upon the paper. "There's our first port, Mr. Stephens," Steph-ens," he announced dogmatically. "There, where you sou I hat red cross." I bonl over, startled out of all assumed as-sumed Indifference ns I studied the posilion Indicated. "Longitude I ID" :)' wesl, nnil lall-lude lall-lude liii' 17' south!" I exclaimed, scarcely crediting either i ars or eyes. "Why, good Cod, man, that Is nliunsl upon Iho nnlnrcllc circle!" Ho nodded, running his long lingers through his Ihln hair. "Itlghl you are, sir. 1 guess tbonr won't be no warships a Irailin' ul'ler us down In Ihem lulitudos; not at this season of Iho year." 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