The Argosy, Vol. 75, No. 4 — page 194: what you’re looking at

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ee man, 896 ; In an hour the effect was very ap- parent. We distinctly saw groups of the Spanish soldiery gathered on_ the walls intently watching what they thought was the disembarking of the crews for an attack by land upon the fort. Then parties of workmen were set to work with picks and shovels to throw up defenses on the landward side; and, gun by gun, the heavy pieces of ordnance were withdrawn from the sea-face of the fort and were placed to rake the road. When the last piece had been placed, and you can well believe that we kept careful count, Morgan gave the signal, and as if by magic the canvas wase spread on every ship, anchors were ha- stily called, and ship by ship we headed for the open sea through the straits, on either side of which the Spanish sol- diery could be seen and heard as they strove to bring a gun to bear, swear- ing, in their impotent wrath, at the trick that had saved us. It was a glorious land wind that took us out, and we ripped through the wa- ter till the spindrift flung aft in spumy masses and the wake tailed away astern in a mile of snowy water, while the scuppers were awash with green THE ARGOSY. water that broke as far aft as the foot of the mainmast. “ Your luck holds good, Upholme,” laughed Morgan. “ We will head for Jamaica, where the division will be made of all the loot that we have taken.”’ It was many days till we made the land—days that were golden through all their many hours, in which I sat with Dolores beneath the gaudy poop awnings or lounged about the quarter- deck in the brilliant light of the gor- geous tropic moon. “To-morrow we raise the land,” I said, “and we will make Kingston. We shall have no trouble there in get- ting a vessel to take us northward. In- deed, with the notes that Captain Mor- gan has given me for my effects on (Tortugas, we can buy a vessel of our own if it is necessary. Are you not even yet afraid, Dolores, when you realize that you are facing an unknown future?” She will always be to me as she was that last evening in the dusk of the quarter-gallery, with the glimmer of the phosphorescent wake lighting her face as she leaned against me. “After trusting in the dark,’ she observed, “it is easy to trust in the light.” ¥ THE END. NEVER AGAIN. I witt, sing with you, I will jest with you, I will dance with you down the year; But trudge a day on a weary way? Never again, my dear. T will feast with you when the lights flare high And the hall is warm with cheer; But Share a crust in a garret’s dust? Never again, my dear. For the gold of the heart is given once— | Yes, once, and but once, I fear; And a true love slain comes back to reign Never again, my dear! Theodosia Garrison, conniclooolks (E@)