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1915-12-08 [P ] .camp, her head.- hanglns^lnd, as I ^"WbyT* ^mmi^mii^^*^m^^pm^mtf^^ 'yeaj-eaflFat^leaet b«v <•»!*. •era fat int* 100 oeep water. «© mm ~o had said to her, I never loved her so "Well, I don't. He's all right.*' . {talk with you a minute. This is the "We went to school together. We : and get your bundles .candy." much in all my'ltfe, though never was "YeaV'but we'got to get\m Togeth jpowet"frchtr Balk? Helene of-Mack­ smoKeH the same HI" "?WT** \ re a flns pirate, ain't you. Black I so little disposed to go one step In her err inaw cruising on the gulf., We went "Iff faithi You'$ know.f Iff. j-Bfe be b%fc> out.' "bo you hold pursuit ';'* "Shore. But my idea he's hard to aground in the storm, and.all we want ouard." The keeper, shook my band! ^WSC^t^Jftead." band o' bfta and' y THE LAD? I killed four ducks, picked up the now Is to send out a little mall by you "H'I'll was work for M. Edouard man* despot men when you let yerself he- birds and slowly started back to camp, get together If he gets a notion he ain't had a square deal nohow, some- to' Morgan City or wherever you go ny tarn hon hees boat, hon bees plan­ bluffed by yon varlet and him a thouy it not looking forward with any too great' : S and to pass the time of day with you tation, hon hees 'ouse. When I'll want ways." 'Y '"'^P'•;'''•«£"> •• f "%1^ . sand miles away? You trymei just 1 pleasure, it may be imagined, to fur­ as friends should. What's wrong? Do some leetle monny, s'pose those hrat you gimme a desert Island or even a p> AND THE ther meetings with the woman whom "Well, he ain't So that makes ttny you think us a government revenue he'll wasn't been prime yet hall H'I'll part the hardest. But you just go to pirut ship, a week, like the chance you 1 of all the world I most cared to meet boat and are you smuggling stuff from need was to go non M. Edouard, hask got, and"beshrew me, but any heartless » I found all the others of the party him and tell him not to harry be­ Cuba through the light here?" for those leetle monny. He'll ban' It cause you are informed the fair cap­ jade would be miner' ^1 7 1;^^ 1. amiably engaged in camp affairs. "We no make hany smug'.," replied on me, yass. heem, ten dollar, jus' like "Oh, maybe not Jimmy.'* * ff|J}}; h L'Olonnois seemed engaged in some tive is going to relent pretty soon if as heasy monsieur has gave it me : PIRATE we just don't get in too big a hurry the keeper. "But we know you, who "Or else she'd walk the. plank.**' •'*• it you been!" hondred dollar now. yas. heem!" sort of argument with his Auntie Hel­ "There-lsn't any plank to walk here, »i and run away from a place like this, ena. CHAPTER XXI. "Yes? Well. I know that a cousin Jimmy." said I. pointing to our boat, it where the duck shooting is immense." "Jimmy, I can't," I heard her say. of Jean Lafltte. who no doubt has dug which lay in the shoals far out "1 ». "But kin you work her, Jimmy?" In Which I Find Two Estimable "There isn't any sugar." for treasure all over the dooryard of rather wish there were." " , \\ '-|,. 1.1 ©y EMIEISON HOUGH "Well, I dunno. She's pretty set if Friends. "Aw," said he, "there's plenty of M. Edouard"- "You'll have to carry my Auntie? »i she thinks she ain't had a square deal E smote now upon an open I: sugar, ain't there, John?" And that /; "Biit not behin' the smokehouse— Helen out on yore strong right arm*. too.'" •- '' ••- •• •'.•'. .."Vi? newspaper, whose wrapper still ». worthy smiled as he pointed toward* nevair on dose place yet I'll swear it!" Black Bart" "•Well, now," argued Lafltte, "If lay on the floor. I glanced, and 1; an open canister of that dainty. "Very well. Suppose you have not "I'll do nothing of the sort, Jimmy." that's the way they both feel, either this time 1 saw a half page cut Copyright, 1913, by Emerson Hough "But I haven't any pan." yet included the smokehouse of M. "Don't you like her no more? ' And if they're both wrong and ought to shake of the Belle Helene herself, together "Yes, you have, too, got a pan. Edouard? At least you are his friend. you don't wbat're we here fori" ' *•'' hands or else one of 'em's wrong and with portraits of myself, Mrs. Daniver. "I didn't mean it, Harry," said she, Here's one a-setting right here in front And what Acadian lives who is not a 1 could foresee embarrassments is they either ought to get together and Miss Emory and two wholly imaginary her Toice low. Her hand was still on of you. Come on now, auntie. We're friend of the ladies?" further conversation with Jimmy to* find out which it was or else they and fearsome boys who very likely my arm. Her eye now was cast down; going to have duck and terrapin and "Certain', monsieur!" his present truculent mood, so sought •ught to leave it to some one else to were made up from newspaper por­ the tip of her toe was tracing a circle oysters and everything. All a fellow "Very well again. What you see in itut others less mutinous and gave or­ say which one was wrong. Ain't traits of the James brothers. More­ on the wet sand -where we stood. would want besides that is just the paper is all false. The two ladies ders for the striking of the camp and that so?" over, my hasty glance caught sight of "I didn't think," said she after a lit­ fudges." a line of large letters reading, "Ten whose pictures you see here and here the embarkment of all in the -small tle while. Helena stood preoccupied and hesi­ "Of course it's so. So, now, thing fer Thousand Dollars Reward!" are yonder at our camp. You shall boats. 1 left Peterson and Willy to- "I presume not," said I coldly. tant, hardly hearing what he said, as us fellows to do is just to put it be­ come and see that they are well and take the ladies and most of the duffel fore 'em plain and get 'em both to "Peterson," said I calmly, handing "Sometimes women do not stop to I fancy. At once L'Olonnois' attitude him the paper, "they seem to be after happy, both of them. Moreover, if you in the large boat assigned John the think. You have not stopped to think changed. Folding his arms, he turned leave it to us two fellers what's right like another fifty you yourself, my dinghy for bis cook boat and decided fer 'em both to do. Now, I think us and to value us rather high." that there is a limit even to what my toward her sternly. He glanced, his eyes eager, but Pe­ friend, shall pilot us into the channel to pole the light draft duck boat over love would stand, Helena. Now, much "Woman," said he, "are you not a they'd ought to get married, both of terson, while a professional doubter, of M. Edouard. We'll tow your boat the shallows direct to the yacht, tak­ .as I love you—and I never loved you captive to our band? Then who gives 'em—I mean to each other, you know. was personally a man of whose loyalty behind us across the bay. Is it not?" ing my two associates with me. It orders here? Either you make fudges Folks does get married." and whose courage I myself had not "Certain'! Oui!" answered the ten­ was necessary, of course, to carry our or your life's blood stains these "Black Bart would," said Jean La­ the slightest doubt. der. "But you'll had leetle dish cof­ fair passengers out to the longboat fltte. "I'll bet anything. The fair cap­ sands!" "Let em come!" said he. "We're on fee quite plain?" once more demanded which was some distance, out on the "Oh, all right, Jimmy!" she said list­ tive, she's a heartless jade, but I seen our own way and about our own busi­ the lonesome keeper, and for sake of fiat beach. Peterson and I made a lessly. "I'll make them, if you like." Black Bart looking at her and"— ness and outside the three mile zone. his hospitable soul we now said yes, cradle for Mrs. Daniver with our lock­ "You'd better," remarked that worthy "And I seen her looking at him— Let 'em follow us on the high seas if and very good coffee it was too. Ah, ed hands and so got her substantia* sententiously. "Of course," he added, leastways a picture—and says she, they like. She's sound as a bell, Mr. pirate blood is far thicker than any weight aboard. Helena mutely wait­ seeking to mollify his victim, over 'Jimmy'"— Marry, and once we get her' docked water you may find.
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