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RED SAUNDERS PROTEGE | Su Capfaii. DINGLE sag ee (3 Author of ‘Every Man’s Hand,” “The Burden Paternal,” etc G oe OU’D better leave that cash-box ‘behind in the bank if you're bent on adopting this here yaller- belly, cap’n,’ grumbled Tod Carter, mate of the Black Pearl trading- schooner. “Red? Saunders laughed quietly, good humor and utter lack_of apprehension in every line of his strong, bronzed features. He was known throughout the seven seas, and some others not included in the seven, was this big, fearless skipper with the close- trading propensities of the hard-bitten commercialist, the nattiness of a »naval officer in his person and his navigation, and the manners and carriage—when he chose— of a gentleman. And no man had ever been able to say that a danger or a difficulty could affect the big red-headed skipper in any way unless it was to set him more stubbornly on the scent of whatever he went after. “They don’t give medals for worrying, Carter,” he said; ‘‘otherwise that bread- chest of yours would look like a picture of a ribbon-counter on bargain day. The boy goes with us; so does the cash-box. I have taken a fancy to the one, and have always had a sneaking regard for the other. “Go ahead and get your anchor, old chap, and let’s get away from this putrid pestuary as soon as possible: T’ve a hunch that our first trip to Timor will produce results.” It did. But it’s good seamanship to get the anchor up before piling on canvas, and while the anchor comes up it will be well to 39 go over the situation as it stood when the Black Pearl left her steamy anchorage a bit to the southward of Macassar in Celebes, bound for Lifou in Timor. ie trade. When he quit a port it was long odds that his next stamping- ground might be in a far-distant part of the wide ocean. ‘Therefore he preferred his own strong-box to all the banks in the world; and in order to accommodate his growing store without building a bigger ship he had a habit of converting first his trade into cash, and then his cash into less bulky gems of various kinds. From time to time he heard of rich finds of precious stones or pearls; finds of individual gems of such vastly enhanced value over mere carat appraisal as still further to re- duce the space required for stowage, if he could secure them. So his little steel box contained in the space of a cheese-cutter cap or so wealth which in any other form would have occupied many times the room. His visit to Macassar had resulted in the exchange of half a pint of mixed rubies, pearls and turquoises for half a dozen flaw- less black pearls, a few dazzling pink ones and two hybrids, pink and black combined, which left his box loosely packed but caused his smile to broaden like the sun at noon. And in Macassar he shipped the pale, yellow youth to whom grim old Tod Carter had taken exception. A man who could GoOmMmiIichdoo SAUNDERS was a stormy petrel of nal <SiiGO