The Argosy, Vol. XXIV, No. 3 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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A SECRET OF THE SOUTH PACIFIC, 417 ‘Yow ll not take ¢hzs vessel off her course on any wild goose chase, Mr. Thorne. If you want to explore the whole South Pacific for mythical islands, you'll not do it in a ship of Undercliff & Mouckton’s.’’ ‘‘ And how long since you were constituted the representative of the firm ?”’ queried Thorne. ‘‘I am the son of one of the partners ; not a mere dependent-——a pauper— who has been a charitable charge on a rich man all his life.’’ ‘‘ Be still, Mr. Monckton,’’ interposed Captain Latimer. ‘ No, let him go on,’’ said Thorne, with suppressed fury. ‘‘ There is good reason why he—and his father—should not want me to find that island, and bring EKdgar Thorne back to the world. I believe that.’’ , ‘“ Nonsense ! Why should we care what becomes of your father ?”’ rejoined Monckton hastily. ‘‘I only object to the Naida’s being used in such a fool- ish search. Captain Latimer has his orders——?’ ‘“ And he knows’em,’’ interrupted the captain gruffly, ‘“‘ without no young whippersnapper tellin’ him.’’ Thorne seized Monckton by the arm and held him against the rail. ‘Do you think by ¢kzs to stop me from finding my father?’ he asked. “Pll bring him back to America if he is above ground, and, if I can’é find him, I’1l move heaven and earth to clear his name of the suspicion that once rested on it, and 1’ fasten the stain on the guilty one! Tell your father that |’ ‘Gentlemen! gentlemen!, what do you mean?” exclaimed Latimer. ‘“ This is unseemly—it is disgraceful. I fe | At that instant Mr. Pepper approached the anon on the quarter. His face was drawn and white, his hands trembled. ‘‘ Here’s awiul news, captain !’’ he stammered; ‘‘ the brig leaks like a sieve! There’s seven feet o’ water in the well !”’ CHAPTER IX.—OPEN REBELLION. Hap a bomb been exploded in the group, those composing it could not have scattered more quickly. Captain Latimer turned like a flash and leaped to the main deck. Thorne let go of Monckton and followed, with Pepper, to the pump well. The sailors who had gathered about the pump fell sullenly back as the officers approached. Atwell was there, and his as reached the cap- tain’s ear. “Stop that chattering, you rascal, and get to work here,’’ he exclaimed, chalking the pole and dropping it into the well. When he drew it up it was plain that the third mate’s declaration was only too true. ‘Che water stood above the seven foot mark. ~ Catch hold here, four of you !’’ sang out Captain Latimer. His commands were uttered in quick, jerky sentences. He became in that instant an entirely different man from the easy going, slow spoken Yankee skipper who had thus far occupied the quarter deck. ‘Think we can pump the whole thundering ocean through her?’’ growled Atwell, hanging back. (c) CoORmMiclsoolks (S@)