The Argosy, Vol. XXIV, No. 1 — page 66: what you’re looking at

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66 THE BUNKEL MYSTERY. 7) ‘“It is easy enough too see what the matter is,’’ replied Andy, almost as much excited as his companion, though he still attended carefully to the sail- ing of the sloop. ‘‘T don’t see what she is yelling for,’’ added Phin. ‘““Do you know who the fellow is at the tiller of the Diana?’’ asked Andy, controlling his indignation, for that was what now boiled up in his being. : ‘Tt looks like Tom Sawder,’’ answered Phin. ‘‘Tt is Tom Sawder. I can’t imagine how he got into that boat, but he. is there, and he has taken possession of her,’’ Andy explained to his less perceptive compaieen. ‘Di would not let him get into her boat, and she is calling for help.’’ ~ ‘“Let her call,’’ said Phin, soit Fiala back in his place on the cushioned seat of the standing room. The nicely dressed young man seemed suddenly to have lost all interest in the adventure. Although it. required no little effort on his part, he turned his gaze away from the Diana and the raft, and looked with all his might at the summit of Nosemount. It was hard work to do so, but he denied himself the privilege of another glance at the scene which had absorbed all his attention a few minutes before. ‘‘Help! Help!’’ screamed Diana Singerlay again. The Milly was now within a hundred feet of the Diana, and the ugly face of Tom Sawder could be distinctly seen; so could the glowing features and even the snapping expression of Di. It was plain enough to Andy Lamb that it was indignation, and not fear, that crimsoned the fair face, and lighted up the dark eyes of the fair skipper. “Shut up, Di! Don’t do that again, or I’ll have to bat you,’’ Andy heard Tom say to the indignant maiden. Andrew Lamb was a plucky and gallant fellow and he was almost as angry as the girl herself when he heard the brutal threat.of the hoodlum. ‘Tom Sawder was a fighting character, and Andy was not. ‘Tom boasted that he could whip any fellow of his size in Montoban, and Andy had never been in a fight in his life. But the Lamb boiled with indignation, all the same, and had no unwholesome dread of the Sawder lion. ‘‘I don’t want to know anything more about that scrape,’’ said Phin, still gazing at the Nose. ‘‘ Head her for home now, Andy.’’ ‘“ We are going as close to the wind as we can,’’ replied the helmsman, secing that his present course would take the Milly between the Diana and Bunkel Island. ‘‘ We are headed for home as near as we can go.”’ ‘Then come about and let her go on the other tack,’’ added Phin, very decidedly. ‘Tom Sawder has taken her boat away from Diana,’’ added Andy, sup- pressing as much as he could his indignation at the outrage, though some of it was apparent in his look, and in his tones. | ‘“T don’t care if he has; that’s none of my business, and none of yours, ay either, Andy Lamb,’’ replied Phin groutily, as though he was rather ashamed | of the position he had taken. ‘‘ Come about, I say 1" (C(O) ENOO KS =} (E(0) + eae oY eee Tur