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Prisoners and Captives
By H. S. MERR1MAN
CIIArTElt I.
One afternoon, some years ago, the
copper-bright rays of a cruel sun burned
the aurfuce of the tepid ocean. The
stillness of the atmosphere was phe
nomenal, eveu lu the latitudes where a
great calm reigns from mouth to mouth.
It Is almost Impossible to present to
northern eves this uicture of a southern
sea gleaming beueath a sun which huh
known no cloud for weeks; Impossible to
portray the brilliant monotony of It all
with any degree of reality. The sun
rises day by day, week in and week out,
unclouded from the straight horison,
sails right overhend, and t last sinks
westward undhniued by thinnest vapor.
Month after month, year after year, aye,
century after ceutury, this day's work
is performed. The scorching orb of light
rises at the same monotonous hour and
sets, just ns he did when this world was
one' vast ocean, with but one ship sail
ing on It.
Frim the dark, mysterious depths of
the ocean, wavering ripples mounting
in radiation to the surface, broke at
times the blue uniformity of Its bosom.
Occasionally a delicate nautilus floated
along before sorhe unappreciable breath,
presently to fold its sails and disappear.
Long trailers of seaweed floating idly
almost seemed to be endowed with a
sinuous life and movement.
No 'bird in the air, no fish in the sea!
Nothing to break the avful silence! A
wreck might flont and drift here or there
upon these aimless waters for years to
gether and never be found.
But Chance, the fickle, ruled that two
vessels should break the monotony of
sea and sky on this pnrtlculnr afternoon.
One, a mighty structure, with tall taper
ing masts, perfect in itself, an ideal
merchantmon. The other, small, of ex
quisite yacht-like form, and with every
outward sign of a great speed obtaina
ble. There was obviously something amiss
with the larger vessel. Instead of white
sails aloft on every spar, bare poles
and slack ropes stood nakedly against
the blue ether.
In contrast, the other carried every
foot of canvas. Carried it literally; for
the white cloth hung mostly Idle, only
at times flapping softly to a breath of
air that was not felt on deck. Since
dawn the smaller vessel had been stead
ily, though very slowly, decreasing the
distance between them, and now there
were signs of activity on her deck, as
though a boat were about to be lowered.
Across the silent waters trilled the call
of a boatswain's whistle. The vessel
was plainly a man-of-war. As a matter
of fact, she was one of the quick-sailing
schooners built and designed by the Brit
ish goverament for the suppression of
the slave trade on the' west coast of Af
rica. Every knob of brass gleamed In the
sun, every Inch of deck was holy-stoned
as white as milk. Aloft no rope was
frayed, no seizingadrift. It was easy
to see that this trim vessel carried a
large crew under strict discipline.
And now the melodious song of sailors
hauling together floated through the
glittering air to the great vessel of the
dead. No answering cry was heard
no expectant faces peered over the
black bulwarks. The signal flags, "Do
you want help?" hung unnoticed. The
scene was suggestive of that fable tell
ing of a mouse proffering aid to a lion;
the huge, still merchantman could have
taken the slave catcher upon its broad
decks.
Presently a boat left the smaller ves
sel and skimmed over the water, impell
ed by sharp, regular strokes. The sound
of the oars alone broke the silence of
Nature.
In the stern of the boat sat a square
shouldered little man, whose brown face
and glistening chestnut beard, pleasant
ly suggestive of cleanly refinement, com
bined with readiness of resource. His
pleasant eyes were scarcely hazel, and
yet could not be described as gray, be
cause the two colors were mixed. As
the boat approached the great mer
chantman, this officer formed his two
hands into a circle and raised his prac
ticed voice:
"Ahoy there !"
There was no reply ; and a moment or
two later the small boat swung in be
neath the high bulwarks. There was a
rope hanging almost to the watery and
with a quick jerk the young fellow scram
bled up the ship's side like a monkey.
Three of the boat's crew prepared to fol
low him. .
He sat for a moment balanced on the
blistered rail, and then leaped lightly on
to the deck. Between the planks the pitch
had oozed up and glistened like jot, in
some places the seasoned wood had warp
ed. He stood for a moment alone amid
the tangled ropes, and there were beads
of perspiration on his brown forehead. It
Is no pleasant duty to board a derelict
ship, for somewhere or other there will
probably be an unpleasant sight, such as
is remembered through the remainder of
the beholder's life.
There was something crude and hard
in the entire picture. In the merciless,
almost shadowless light of a midday sun
every detail stood out in hard outline.
The perfect ship, with its forlorn, bedrag
gled deck ; the clean spars towering up
into the heavens, with their loose cord
age, their clumsily furled sails ; and upon
the moss-grown deck this square-shouldered
little officer trim, seaman-like,
prompt, amid the universal slackness
the sun gleaming on his white cap and
gilt buttons.
While he stood for a moment hesitat
ing, he heard a strange, unknown sound.
It was more like the rattle in a choking
man's throat than anything else that ho
could think of. Ho turned quickly, and
stood gazing upon the saddest sight he
had yet seen In all his life. Over the
tangled ropes the gount figure of a white
dog was creeping toward him. This poor
dumb brute was moat piteous and heart
rending, for the very dumbness of its
tongue endowed its bloodshot, staring
eyes with a heaven-born eloquence.
As it approached there came from its
throat a repetition of the sickening
crackle. The young officer stooped over
it with kindly word and caress. Then,
and then only, did he realize that the
black and shriveled object hanging from
its open lips was naught else but the
poor brute's tongue. This was more like
a piece of dried-up leather than living
flesh.
"Water !" said the officer quickly to tht
man climbing over the rail behind him.
Some moments elapsed before the Bmall
beaker was handed up from the boat, and
during these the officer moistened his fin
ger at his own lips, touching the dog's
tongue tenderly and skillfully.
"Look after the poor brute," he said
to the man, who at, length brought the
water. "Don't give him too much at
first."
With a lighter step he walked aft, and
climbed the brass-bound companion lad
der, while two of the boat's crew follow
ed upon his heels.
Upon the upper deck he stopped sud
denly, and the color left his Hps. There,
at the wheel, upon an ordinary kitchen
chair, sat a man. His two hnnds clutch
ed the brass-bound spokes; his head lay
prone upon his arms. A large Panama
hat completely hid his features, and the
wide, graceful brim touched his bent
shoulders.
As the Btately vessel slowly rocked up
on the glassy sweep of rolling wave the
great wheel perked from side to side,
swaying the man's body with it. From
one muscular arm the shirt sleeve had
fallen back, displaying sinews like cords
beneath the skin. Here, was Death steer
ing a dead ship through lifeless waters.
And yet in the dramatic picture there
was a strange sense of purpose. The
man was lashed to the chair. If life
had left him this lonely mariner had at
least fought a good fight. Beneath the
old Panama hat an unusual brain had
at one time throbbed and planned and
conceived a purpose. This was visible
in the very simplicity of his environ
ments, for he was at least comfortable.
Some biscuits lay upon tne grating beside
him there was bunting on the seat and
back of the chair while the rope loosely
knotted around his person seemed to in
dicate that sleep, and perhaps death,
had been provided for and foreseen.
CHAPTER II.
Gcnfty and with excusable hesitation
the naval officer raised the brim of the
large hat and displayed the face of a
living man. There could be no doubt
about it. The strong face bore the signs
of perfect health the brown hair and
closely cropped beard were glossy with
life.
"He's asleep !" whispered one of the
sailors a young man who had not
known discipline long.
"Halloo, my man! Wake up!" called
out the young officer, clapping the
sleeper on the back.
The. effect was instantaneous. The
sleeper opened his eyes and rose to his
feet simultaneously, releasing himself
from the rope which was hitched over
the back of his chair. Despite ragged
shirt and trousers, despite the old Pana
ma hat with Its limp brim, despite bare
feet and tarry hands, there was some
thing about this sailor which placed him
on a par with the officer. These social
distinctions are too subtle for most of us.
We can feel them, but to explain is be
yond us. We recognize a gentleman, but
we can in nowise define one. This sail
or's action was perfectly spontaneous and
natural as he faced the officer. It was
an unconscious assertion of social equal
ity. "An English officer !" he exclaimed,
holding out his hand. "I am glad to
soe the uniform again."
The small man nodded his head with
out speaking, but he grasped the brown
hand somewhat ceremoniously. The form
of greeting was also extended to the two
seamen by the ragged sailor.
"Are you in command of this vessel?"
inquired Lieut. Grace, looking round crit
ically. "I am at present. I shipped as sec
ond m&te, but have now the honor of be
ing captain, and bottle washer."
The men moved away, looking about
them curiously. The younger made for
the deck house, seeking the companr
ion way below.
"Halloo!" exclaimed the solitary mari
ner, "where are you men going to? Hold
hard, there, you fellows! Let me go
down first."
The stoutly built little officer held up
a warning hand to his men. Then he
turned and looked keenly into his com
panion's face. The glance was returned
with the calm speculation of a man who
had not yet found his normal match..
"Yellow fever?" interrogated Grace. ,
"Yellow fever," answered the other,
with a short nod. "I will go first."
Suiting the action to the. word, he led
the way, and the young officer followed
closely. At the head of the companion
ladder the sailor stopped.
"What la to-day?" he Inquired, ab
ruptly. "Thursday."
"It was Tuesday when I lashed myself
to that chair. I must hav haen sleep
ing forty-eight hour."
"And you have had no food slnco
then?"
"I don't know. I really cannot tell
you. I remember taking the wheel at
midday on Tuesday; sluco then I don't
exactly know what I have done."
lie hud descended the brass-bound stops,
and as he spoke the last words he led tho
way Into the saloon. A sail had been
cast oyer the open skylight, so that tho
full glare of day failed to penetrate into
the roomy cabin. Upon the oilcloth-covered
table lay a rolled shoot of brown
paper In the rough form of a torch, and
beside It a box of matches.
"I burn brown paper," said the sailor,
quietly, as he struck a light and lgnltod
the paper "It la the only disinfectant I
have left."
"You need It!" exclaimed tho officer.
In the meantime the other had advanc
ed further Into tho cabin. Upon the floor,
beyond the table, with tholr heads resting
upon the hatch of the laaarette, lay two
mon whose forms were distinguishable be
neath the dusky S'heets cast over them.
"Those are the last of nineteen," said
the ragged man, waving aside the acrid
smoke. "I have buried seventeen my
self, and nursed nineteen. That is the
steward, this tho first mate. They quar
reled when they were alive. It seems
to be made up nw eh? I did my best,
but the more I got to know of yellow fe
ver the greater was my respect for It. I
nfcrsed them to the best of my knowledge,
and then I played parson."
He pointed to an open Bible lying on
the floor. The little officor was watching
him with peculiar and continuous scru
tiny. He barely glanced at the Bible or
at the still forms beneath the unwashed
sheet. All his attention was concentrat
ed upon tho survivor.
"And now," ho said, deliberately, "if
you will kindly go on board the Foam I
shall take charge of this ship."
"Eh?"
They stood looking at each other. It
is rather a difficult task for a small man
to look up Into a face that Is considera
bly above him, with a continued dignity.
"I'll take command of the ship," he
said, soothingly ; "you are only fit for the
sick list."
Across the long and sunken face there
gleamod again an unpleasant smllo a
more contraction of the features, for the
eyes remained terribly Bolemn. Tlren he
looked round the cabin In a dreamy way,
and moved toward the base of the mizzen
mast. "I have navigated her almost single
handed for a fortnight," he said; "I am
glad you came."
Then the officer led him away from the
cabin.
CHAPTER III.
From tho moment that the ragged
steersman opened his mournful gray eyes
and looked upon the sunburned face of
Lieut. Grace he had felt himself insensi
bly drawn toward his rescuer. This feel
ing was not the mere sense of gratitude
which was naturally awakened, but some
thing stronger. It was almost a convic
tion that this chance meeting on the deck
of a fever-stricken ship was something
more than an Incident. It was a begin
ning the beginning of a new influence
upon his life.
When Grace laid his sunburned hand
upon the sleeper's shoulder he had felt
pleasantly conscious of a contact which
had further Import than mere warm flan
nel and living muscle. It was distinctly
sympathetic in its influence, for there Is
a meaning in touch. As the two men
emerged on deck the officer turned to
ward his companion.
"In another hour," he said, "that small
dog would have been doad."
"Ah! you've saved him?" exclaimed the
other.
"Yes. He will recover. I know dngs."
"He's had no water since Tuesday."
"He looked rather like It Come. We
will go on board my ship and report to
the old man, while you get a meal some
soup I should think will be the best. You
will have to be careful."
He led tho way aft, toward the rail
where the men, having found a rope lad
der, were lowering it oyer the side. Be
fore reaching them he turned.
"By the way," he said, quietly, "what
is your name?"
"Tyars Claud Tyars."
"Cltiud Tyars," repeated the little offi
cer, musingly, as If searching in his mind
for some recollection. "There was a
Tyars In the Cambridge boat two years
ago a Trinity man."
"Yes there was."
Lieut. Grace looked up in his singu
lar, searching way.
"You are the man?"
"I am the man." ' ,
With a little nod the young officer con
tinued his way. They did not speak
again until they were'seated in the gig on
the way toward the Foam.
"I had a cousin," the officer remarked
then In a cheerfully conversational man
ner, "at Cambridge. He would be a con
temporary of yours. My name Is Grace."
The rescued man aoknowiod
neat introduction with a grave nod.
1 remember him well," he replied. "A
great mathematician."
"I believe he was," answered Grace.
He was looking toward his ship, which
was near at hand. The crew were group
ed amidships, peering over the rail, while
a tall old man on 'the niinrtnr iwir
- - " - .... Wl , OWT-
ping in bis meditative promenade occa
sionally, watched their approach with the
aid of a pair of marine glasses.
"The skipper is on the lookout for us,"
continued the young officor in a low tone
of voice requiring no reply.
"A slaver?" Inquired Tyars, following
the direction of his companion's 'eyes.
"Yes, a slaver, and the quickest shin
upon the coast."
Propelled by strontr and willing .-
the boat soon reached the yacht-like ves
sel, ana m a few minutes Claud Tyara
was repeating his story to her captain
a genial, white-haired, red-faced sailor.
(To be continued.)
Mental power cannot be got from 111.
fed brains,