Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 250) (1882 05 09)
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LLL! RRR RR RARER, | . 7 C ¥ ¥ Price, Number. No. 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. 5C THE MIDSHIPMAN MUTINEER; 0, Brand, A Stirring Tale of the Sea, BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM, AUTHOR OF ‘‘ MERLE, THE MUTINEER,” “‘ MONTEZUMA, THE MERCILESS,” ‘‘ MERLE, THE MIDDY,” ETC., ETC., WFC, VS. ’ v ' SN ; Se —Y a= Wyte We i770 c @ , Ea ba I DENOUNCE MERLE MONTE AS THE SON OF BRANDT, THE BUCCANEER.”
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{1 © BRANDT, THE BUCCANEER. A Stirring Tale of the Sea, BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM, AUTHOR OF ‘‘ MERLE, THE MIDDY,’’ ‘‘ MON- TEZUMA, THE MERCILESS,” ETC., ETC. CHAPTER LI. THE YOUNG SAILOR AND HIS SHADOW. A curtovs throng was gazing upon a trim, rakish craft that lay at anchor a cable's length off shore, in the Potomac river, and within sight of the capital of our country. Boats were running constantly around the pretty vessel, and the curious-minded were talking in suppressed tones, as their vb voamed over the saucy little craft from her quaint hull to her needle-like topmasts. That there was some story or mystery con- nected with the schooner thus lying quietly at anchor in the Potomac was evident, for of the larger vessels anchored near by, and cruisers that had won names upon the high seas, none received the earnest attention of the one upon which every eye seemed riveted. The secret was that the schooner was a captured pirate,and her former, master, the famous Brandt, the Buccaneer, lay between her decks, ironed hand and foot, and only waiting for his captors to give the order to string him up to the yatd-arm as punishment for his many crimes. Under a prize crew the schooner, fleet as the wind, and which long had been the terror of the Gulf had been brought into port, and at once had the news of her capture spread, and thousands had flocked to the Potomac’s shores to get. look at the little outlaw craft. And thé story went round that a boy had been her captor. Some said he was a fisher-boy living upon an island in the Mexican gulf. Others said that he was the daring son of a Mexican ranchero dwelling upon the shores of that country. And more had it also that he was a cabin- boy upon an American cruiser, Which report was right the sequel will show; but certain it is that a boy had been the eaptor of Brandt, the Buccaneer, and his schooner, and had come on in her from the Gulf as acting second officer under the junior lieutenant, who had been sent in command —-_ prize and the prisoners. The name of this young Pirate-Hunter was Merle Monte, it was said, and he had been made a midshipman in the United States navy and ordered back to the Gulf to join a vessel there whose duties were to put.down smuggling and piracy in those waters. Those who had seen Merle Monte repre- sented him to be a tall, splendidly formed outh of perhaps fifteen, with an exceetling- y handsome, daring face, and always ac- companied by a black slave, dressed in Per- _sian garb, and evidently an Abyssinian. While the crowd on the Potomac shores, and in the numerous small boats upon the waters, was gazing n the schooner with the same rapt attention in which they had stood for hours, and discussing the pirate and his captor, there was an excited move- ment in the outer of the throng, and pases through it came a youth, followed y a huge black. It was Merle Monte and his slave, Mez- rak, and their appearance caused a murmur to Tun through the Saye The youth was clad in the uniform of a midshipman, which was most becoming, and his face won the admiration of all who gazed upon it. The black slave, in his foreign garb and turban, also attracted universal attention, with fear and curiosity commingled, and no admiration. His form was massive, and deformed by the length of his body and arms, the size of his head and the shortness of his legs; but there was that in his movement to indicate that he had the strength of a lion, agility of a panther, and courage of a tiger, with hu- man cunning and intellect to make him a most formidable foe. The crowd Epps way with respect before | the youth, and did not close up closely on the Abyssinian as he passed, and many po- litely saluted the young sailor, which salutes | he acknowledged by raising his cap. Reaching the river bank, the youth shout- ed in ringing tones: ‘*Ho, the schooner ahoy!”’ ‘‘ Ay, ay, sir,” came an answer from the officer of the deck. “Kindly send a boat’ ashore, if you please,” ‘‘Ay, ay, sir,” came back the response, and in five minutes after the schooner’s gig, with two oarsmen and a coxswain touched at the bankpand springing. into, it lightly, followed by. his slave, Midshi an Merle Monte gave orders to return to Patiently the crowd watched and waited; and, after half an hour had passed, beheld the midshipman and his black shadow again come ashore and disappear,in. the direction of the city, just as the twilight was deepen- ing into darkness, CHAPTER ILI. THE CABIN-BOY. Pactne the deck amidships, of the cap- tured pirate. vessel, Was a youth in sailor dress. He was neatly attired in duck, pants, blue woolen shirt, tarpaulin, and pumps, and a jaunty air about him, though a sad, pale face. : His features were regular, and his face handsome; but there was something about him that seemed to show he was out of place 1e vessel. He had enlisted on board the American cruiser Sea Wolf, when it had touched at Havana, and been assigned to duty as a cabin-boy; but when Captain Meredith had sent the pirate schooner north under a prize crew, he had begged to go in her, and as he looked in ill-health his request had been granted, He answered to the name of Little Belt, which he said he had been called on account of the smallness of his waist, and other than his own statement that he had come to sea to make a living and was an American, noth- ing was known regarding his former career. e had turned quickly at the hail of Merle, the middy, from the Potomac’s bank, and watched his co on board with an earnest regard that denoted deep interest. When the young middy had gone into the cabin with the lieutenant in command, and his brother officers, to tell them good-by, as he started to rejoin the Sea Wolf in the Gulf the following day, Little Belt had im- mediately followe them into the cabin and seemed intent upon some duties there. As soon as the middy had departed, he watched him out of sight, and then carr ed into the cabin the supper of the young offi- cers, after which he went into the ward- room, in his hands a tray containing the wipe 2 meal of Brandt, the Buccaneer, for it was his duty to wait upon him. Seated upon a low chair, ironed hand and majestic. presence, likely to be that foot, was a man of reall a face that would seem little of a pirate chief, He-was attired in a Mexican undress uni- | dorm and “azed calmly at the boy as he en- | tered. ‘Well, lad, a few more days, and 1 will trouble you no more,” said the buccaneer, in a deep, but by no means uppleasant voice. **You mean that you will soon be hanged The Midshipman Mutineer. on a vessel-of-war. weuene yard-arm for your crimes,” said the y. “Yes, that is just what I mean,” was the almost indifferent reply. “You will not be Sood this time.” “Ha! am I to suffer other punishment than hanging?” quickly asked the man. ‘No; you are condemned to death at the yard-arm, but I intend to saye you.” “* You intend to save me?” asked the chief, tt in a low, slow tone. ae es »” “Boy, you have a good heart, but weak nds. “T have a will to accomplish that which [ undertake,” was the firm response, “You speak boldly.” “T mean what I say.” ‘*That I shall not be strung up this time to the yard-arm?” “Yes; not thés time.” “How can you help it?” ‘*T have formed a plan to save you.” The man started, and, reaching forth his ironed hands, tried to seize the boy and draw him. closer to. him. that..he might, the better see his face in the dim light shed by the bat- tle-lantern. But the cabin-boy eluded his a A springing back quickly. — “Who are you, boy?” asked the chief, dropping his outstretched hands. ‘“* A cabin-boy.” ‘Your name?” ‘* Little Belt.” ‘*That is not your true name.” ‘**Tt is the one by which I am known here.” oan means that you will not tell me?’ ae es.”’ ‘* Well, tell me why you have eluded my every effort to see your face?” “Tt matters not now.” ‘‘Have we ever met before?” ee 3 ae we ‘Then that is*why you take this interest in me?” “ec Yes. ” “‘T have befriended you in some way in the Rost, and you wish to pay off thescore?” “Yes, I wish to Pay off the score, the debt rentford,” was the sav ha I owe you, Brandt age reply. ‘‘Ha! you do know me, for you call mc by my name!” ) “‘Yes; I know you in all your vileness.” “* And yet you would save me, you say?” “* Yes.’ x a me from the yard-arm?”’ «es es.” ‘« You are a mystery, boy; knowing me to be guilty of piracy, you yet would not see me die?” said the perplexed “You are mistaken, sir, sig would not see you die where others have brought you to the gallows.” “Your words smack of rev inst me yourself,” said Brandt, ckly, and in vain trying to get a good look at the face of the youth. ‘You are right, for I am ful, and I intend to save you from di now, to have you, in the end, come to the gallows, or a more horrible death, through my in- strumentality.” ‘‘In Heaven’s name who are you?” cried the pirate chief. “That you will know all too soon for your future peace of mind. “Tt is now the supper hour, and by mid night I will come here and free you.” ‘Do this for me, boy, and I will reward you richly,” eagerly said Brandt. “My reward shall be my revenge. ‘IT will not fail you,” and the cabin-boy a and left. the cabin without another word. CHA mien FOR K. During the daytime there was no guard kept over the pirate chief and his crew; but at night a sailor was made sentinel on duty, . — a ws
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° ee —— / ~ and paced the deck, from the spot forward where the men were in irons, to the state- room in which Brandt was a prisoner. As the prize crew was small, there were only a few men on watch, and a middy held the deck toward midnight, and passed the dragging hours away by leaning over the bulwarks and watching the lights of the city. Forward in the forecastle the three men on watch were chatting together, unmindful of anything going on of an uncommon na.- | ture on boar The lieutenant commanding the schooner had gone ashore early to attend the theater, and had dismissed his gig, saying he would come off in a shore boat. Along with him went the cabin-boy, Little Belt, who had begged a few hours’ leave on shore. Several hours had thus passed away, when the midshipman officer of the deck spied a boat coming off toward the schooner, and muttered: ‘‘ The luff is coming aboard er Soon after he hailed the approaching boat, and there came back the answer: ‘ Ay, ay, sir, Ihave a letter for you from the lieutenant.” ‘That's Little Belt’s voice; what’s up, I wonder?’ muttered the middy, and then he called out: ‘*Come alongside!” There were two oarsmen in the boat, and three men who were in uniform and carried muskets, as the middy saw, when the latter followed Little Belt over the gangway. The cabin-boy walked straight up to the middy, and saluting politely, said: ‘The lieutenant sent you this letter, sir.” ‘Anything wrong, Belt?” asked the youthful officer, as he stepped to where the light coming from the cabin companionway would fall upon, the letter. ‘*A sudden move to be made, I believe, sir,” answered Belt. Opening the letter, the middy read aloud: ** ASHORE, 9.30 P.M. “Mipsnrpman VALE, Commanding. Pirate Priz Schooner : “Srr—You will place in the charge of the of- ficer, and two marines accompan him, the Pirate Chief Brandt, who is to be taken to prison on abore. “Also have the other Yaa ready to be sent ashore at daybreak, as I have orders to run the schooner to Baltimore for repairs.” Breaking off in the letter, the middy called out: “Belt, go below and bid the a bring the pirate, Brandt, on deck, and in double irons!” The boy kly disappeared below, and the middy Se fishin the perusal of the letter, which was of no further importance, advanced to the officer of marines and enter- ed into conversation with him until the clanking of chains announced the coming of the prisoner. ‘Here is your man, lieutenant, and I su pose he will not be long in your care,” said the middy, a si Brandt heard an meaning of. : The marines placed the prisoner quickly in the boat, their officer waved adieu, and Little Belt was following, when the middy sung out: ‘Hold on, Belt! If you go ashore again, I'll miss my midnight supper.” ‘The lieutenant told me to return, sir, for he has some bundles to bring off,” was the ificant remark, which fully understood the ready reply. ‘All right; I'll forage on the mess locker myself, then,” and the ae stood leanin over \.. »ulwarks, while the boat pulle shoreward. Getting close in uuu” the shadow of the land, the course of the boat w.* changed, the bow being headed down-stream uni." Green- leaf’s Point* was rounded, when it was tury. ed up the Eastern Branch. * Then so called. The Midshipman Here the two marines in uniform seized extra oars, and the light boat shot ahead at a | rapid pace, running swiftly past the navy- yard, gliding under the bridge on the Upper Marlb’ro’ Road, and soon landing at a point near Prospect Hill. ‘Here, sir, we leave you,” said the man in the dress of a marine lieutenant. ‘* Yes, for there comes the man with the horses, ‘‘The keys, please?” said the cabin-boy. | As he spoke a man approached, leading two saddle horses, and the marine officer handed a bunch of keys to Little Belt, who bade Brandt hold out his hands. The chief, who had not uttered a word since leaving the schooner, silently obeyed, and in an instant he was freed of the heavy irons that were upon his wrists and ankles, and, after a little difficulty, sprung on shore, for he was cramped and stiff from his im- prisonment, ‘‘ Here is the balance of your pay, sir, and you can divide with your men,” said Little Belt, throwing a large purse of gold into the hands of the officer. ‘*Thank you, my lad, and good luck to ou. ate Now, boys, let us shuck these duds and pull back to the town, for we must be abed by dawn,” said the officer. Instantly off came false beards, and ‘the uniforms the three had worn, and they ap- peared in ordinary dress, and the man who had approached with the horses, yielding the reins to Little Belt, sprung into the boat, which at once shoved off, and started down-stream, leaving Brandt the buccaneer and Little Belt standing alone on the bank. “Well, it seems you have kept your word. ‘“ You area remarkable youth,” said the chief, as the boat disappeared in the gloom. ‘Thank you.” “No, itis I that owe you thanks, my lad, for you have indeed saved me from the gal- lows.” “I know I have.” ‘‘And that was a most cleverly played deed, my boy, well worthy of older heads. ‘‘You hired those men, I suppose?” “1 did.” ‘*Then I owe you gold as well as grati- tude?” ““No, you owe me nothing.” ‘* But you will at least permit me to repay you what you have paid out for me?” “‘No, I will not.” “I have a small fortune in jewels upon me, which my captors did not find, and gladly I will share them with you.” ‘‘No, I would not touch your gold or jewels. ‘‘T have set you free because I hate you, and wish to be the one who shall cause your death. ‘* A vessel sails from Baltimore to-morrow for New Orleans, and you can catch her, for these are good horses. ‘‘T will go with you, but after reaching Baltimore we are as strangers, ‘remember, though I now swear to dog your steps to the bitter end.” The youth spoke in a low earnest tone, and with a light laugh Brandt replied: ‘* As you please, my lad. “T care not for your threats, or your hatred, though I thank you heartily for set- ting me free and saving my neck from the noose. ‘*T know a vessel that should sail about this time, and if it is the one I think, she is richly freighted, and already I have a score of good fellows on board of her, and shall ride hard to catch her. “Come, let us mount and away, if you go with me.” The youth nimbly sprung into the saddle, the chief more slowly mounting, and round- ing Prospect Hill, the two men turned into the Baltimore turnpike, and dashed away at a quick galiop. SN LT Ie . CHAPTER IV. TREACHERY. FouLowre the directions given him, ') ‘‘ stick to the turnpike,” Little Belt led the way toward Baltimore, remaining silent when addressed by Brandt, the Buccaneer. ‘“‘ Better drop your ill-will toward me, my lad, and ship with me on the craft I know my boys have secured, and I'll make a junior ofticer of you,” said Brandt, after several of his remarks to the youth had remained un- answered. “No, I'll not be treacherous to you, fo° | give you fair warning I will hunt you down,” was the low reply. The ste seemed deeply impressed by the decided manner and determined hatred of the boy toward him, and said, after a while; “© You will not tell me who you are?” ** Not now.” “Nor how I have wronged you?” ‘Not now.” “Some day you will?” ‘é Yes. ” “When?” ‘““When I have you in my power, and I know that my hand has led you to your death.” “Well, you certainly have taken a great deal of trouble and risk, and spent your gold freely to set me free, when, if my death was what you want, you could have enjoyed see- ing me triced up to the yard-arm in 8 few days.” *‘T would not have been the one that brought that death upon you.” ‘* Ah! that is your great desire?” “Yes.” ; «You'll never see me hanged, my lad.” “<T will see you die.” **No, T think not.” ‘‘T have sworn it.” ‘“Men cannot always keep their oaths.’ ‘*T shall keep mine.” ‘Boy, this trifling has gone far enough. ‘Tell me who and what you are.” **T will not,” ““Then T shall find ont.” Quick as a flash the chief bent forward and seized a pistol that was stuck in the belt of the boy, and though the two horses sprung forward each retained his seat in the saddle, and yet grappled each other with seeming deadly determination. Away bounded the horses at a run, fright- ened at the fierce struggle going on between their riders, and presently there came a flash, pes 235 and a cry, and falling backwaru the cabin-boy dropped with a heavy thud to the ground. On ran his horse, and by his side the ani- mal that held the chief, from whcse set lips came the words: ‘‘T hated to kill him, but better his life than mine, and he had sworn to kill ine.” It was some time before the chief could check the flight of his frightened steed; but at last he brought him down to a slow can- ter, and wheeling to the rightabout, went back toward where his victim lay motionless where he had fallen. ‘Now I'll solve the mystery as to who this boy is,’ he muttered, as he dismounted, and hitching his horse, approached the pros- trate form. Bending over him, by the starlight, he gazed cena into his face. He had in his pocket his tinder-box, for smoking had been his solace while in frons on board ‘the schooner, and quickly he ig- nited a taper, and a light shone full into the white face. A bitter curse broke from the man’s lips. and he dropped the light, while his hands were thrust into the open jacket, as though searching for papers, or gold. | But, with a cry that rung through the dark forests upon either side of the road, he sprung to his feet and fairly tottered toward his horse. Several fruitless attempts he made to
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Tal The Midshipman Mutineer. mount, for he seemed strengthless from some sudden shock; but at last he got into the saddle and dashed away like the wind, just as the rumble of wheels, and rapid tramp of hoofs indicated the approach of the stage- coach on the way to Baltimore. CHAPTER V. SAD AND GLAD TIDINGS. THE morning after the escape of the famous buccaneer chief all Washington was au scene of intense excitement, and the wild- est rumors were afloat. regarding the one who had aided him in regaining his freedom. The lieutenant commanding the schooner had returned on board after midnight, when another middy was on duty than the one who had received the supposed letter order- ing the pirate to be sent ashore, and hence nothing was said about it until the officers met at breakfast, when the startling news fell like a bombshell upon all, for at once was it made known by the young lieutenant that he had sent no such order. The middy tremblingly produced the let- ter, which was a fair copy of his superior’s hand, as he was compelled to confess. ‘‘Who brought this?” he asked, in hoarse tones. ‘Little Belt.” “That cabin-boy?”’ “Yes, sir.”’ “‘T always felt there was something mys- terious about that boy, and now I know it.” He was from the Sea Wolf, though, sir.”’ ‘True; but Captain Meredith also felt the boy had a history, for we have often talked about him. ‘Well, he has helped that fiend, Brandt, to escape, that is certain, and I must go and make report to the admiral. ‘““ Who was on duty last night?” The sailor guard was at once summoned. ‘Brace, did you see the cabin-boy, Belt, talking with the prisoners?” asked the lieu- tenant. “No more, sir, than to take them their vittals three times a day.” ‘You never thought there was any wrong in the boy, did you, Brace?” ‘“* Not a mite, sir, for he was full of good- ness,” was the ready answer. With a heavy heart the lieutenant and middy, armed with the letter, went to make report to the admiral, and half an hour after the whole town was alarmed, and the guards ‘were scouring the country in all directions in search of the escaped pirate. But the day passed, and others, until -weeks formed a month, and no tidings had «ome of Brandt, the Buécaneer, or of the daring cabin-boy, whom many now said was also a, pirate officer, who had abigped on board the American cruiser Sea Wolf for some reason best known to himself. Then, one day, the mails came from New 4)rleans, and the papers contained the follow- ing information: ' “The long-delayed packet ship between our city and Baltimore arrived in port. yes- terday, just as her agents and the public had begun to feel the greatest anxiety regarding her being overdue. ‘And not without cause had been the anxiety, it'seems, as the vessel has been for the last two weeks in the hands of that arch- tiend, Brandt, the Buccaneer, who, after hav- ing been captured and taken to Washington, ‘made his eseape, and in disguise took passage upon the vessel. ‘It seems from what we could glean from the officers and passengers, that a party of pretended priests and Sisters of Charity took passage in the vessel upon her last trip north, ee eee and engaged their berths for the round voy- uge. “Now, it turns out that these pretended religious people were frauds of the deepest dlye, for after leaving Baltimore, and arrivin in the vicinity of the Bahamas, the leader sud- denly threw off the cloak of religioti he wore and came out in his true light. ‘“That true light was in his person of Brandt the Buccaneer, and his companions, the pretended priests and sisters, also cast aside their robes, and were found to be a | band of thoroughly armed seamen. ‘“There were on board, as passengers, a young midshipman by the name of Merle Monte, and his slave, a deformed Abyssinian who answered to the name of Mezrak. ‘‘ This middy, it seems, was the same who had taken prisoner Brandt, and gone north with him in his schooner, and was returning to his vessel, the Sea Wolf,on the packet-ship. ‘‘Seeing how readily the vessel had been seized by Brandt and his buccaneers, and perhaps realizing that he need look for no mercy whatever at the hands of the pirates, he made a desperate and daring effort to escape, in which he was followed by the slave, Mezrak. ‘‘Up into the rigging they went, though fired at by Brandt, and followed by half a dozen seamen, and fearlessly running out upon the yard-arm the boy, and then his slave, made a mighty leap upon the ang point of rock, which the channel led the ves- sel almost to touch. ‘They reached the rock in safety, but were afterward killed by the firing of the’ | pirates, so it is said, ‘“‘The pirate captain felt so confident of | their being killed, that he did not touch at the island to discover if they were or not, | and held on his way. ““That way was to ran down vessel after vessel with the fast-sailing packet, robbing each one of them, and then setting theth free, with orders to spread the news that Brandt, | the Buccaneer, was again afloat. “‘ After several captures along the Florida coast he set signals of distress, as a revenue schooner was sighted, which ran down to him, when he bearded the unsuspecting lit- tle cruiser, and won her by his daring act after a short, fierce conflict. ‘Then the pirate took all of value out of the packet, left his prisoners on board, and set sail for other scenes, and ere long we will again be made to tremble at the name of Brandt, the Buccaneer.” This was certainly startling tidings for the people of Washington, and the sad fate of the youthful hero, Midshipman Merle Monte, and his ‘‘shadow,” was greatly deplored, and navy officers swore to avenge him if ever opportunity occurred. ut upon the heels of this news came another batch of New Orleans papers, one of which contained the tidings that the Sea Wolf had just come into port, and on board of her was none other than Merle Monte, the middy who had been reported. dead. He was still accompanied by his ‘‘shadow,” and though he had been severely wounded by the fire of the pirates, he had not only survived, but had met, on, thé. island, upon which he had.so daringly sprung, a gang: of cruel wreckers, who, after a desperate fight, had. been killed, and their vessel taken as a prize by the bold youth. As soon as he was able to depart Midship- man Monte and Mezrak, had, after destroy- ing the wreckers’ false beacons, set sail in their little sloop for Vera Cruz, which port was reached in safety, and the Sea Wolf being then in the harbor the gallant middy and his deformed slave had joined their ves- sel, which at once put to sea in pursuit of the captured iy bet but after a fruitless cruise had run into New Orleans to find the vessel there. The paper furthermore stated that it was the intention of Captain Meredith of the Sea Wolf, to fit out at once, and go in search of the revenue cutter, which been captured by Brandt, the Buccaneer, and it was the hope of every one that the famous rover would soon dance in mid-air from the end of the cruiser’s yard-arm. -—- go CHAPTER VI. THE BUCCANEER CHIEF. I WILL now return to Brandt, the Bucca- neer, who, after his successful escape from death, through the act of Little Belt, the cabin-boy, had just reached Baltimore in time to sail upon the packet-ship upon which a part of his band had shipped in disguise, knowing well the value of the cargo the ves- | sel was to carry out on that trip, through a spy in New Orleans, who kept an eye on the shipments of the agents. When Brandt had laid his schooner up for | a season, in a secret lagoon on the Mexican coast, and sent part of his crew to capture the packet-ship, he had little thought that that very act would be instrumental in the capture of his vessel and the rescue of him- | self a few weeks after. His escape was welcomed by his comrades with delight, for they had given him up as lost, knowing that he and his schooner, with a few of his messmates, had fallen into the clutches of the captain of the Sea Wolf. | It was a source of joy to the chief, to find | on board of the packet the very youth who | had been instrumental in his capture, and | the taking of his vessel, and whom he had , been most anxious to get into his power. ‘*Tll force the secret from him, and that | black slave, by torture of the cruelest kind, as to where this island is where they have hidden the treasure that was Montezuma’s.”’ ‘The boy, I know, is Montezuma’s son, | for he bears the name of Merle Monte, and I remember well the night he was born, when the Persian Prince Kaluta pursued the yacht and tried to capture her. ‘* Amid storm and battle the boy was born, and his mother dying, and his father being killed, the yacht and treasure should have been mine, but for those slaves that kept me | from it. | ‘*Ourses on them! they thwarted me then, | and set me adrift in an open boat off Vera | Cruz; but they did not go far with the yacht, for there were but three of them, and the craft doubtless went ashore in the storm that | followed, on some part of the coast, or an is- land, though I have been unable to find | where. | ‘‘I have been the football of Fate long /enough, and once I can find Montezuma’s _ treasure island, I will furl the black flag and | live like a prince and a Christian. ‘« The a and his slave both had plenty of /money, and jewels, and I therefore know that the treasure was not lost, if the yacht was, and I'll wring the secret by torture from them, or they shall die. ‘Tf I get it the crew can have this eraft, and I'll sink Brandt, the Buceaneer, and be- come once more Brandt Brentford, for the little wild oat-sowing of my past will be for- gotten when I am a millionaire. ‘But what a shock it was to see in that pretended cabin-boy one whom L believed dead! Bah! I was mistaken in it, that was all; but there.is no doubt now, for my aim is too sure, and the apparition will never rise before me again, ‘‘Now I must drill my crew to be ready at any moment I may see proper to seize this craft, and upon no account to kill, or even wound, that boy and his slave, for their tongues silenced and the treasure is forever lost.” Thus soliloquized Brandt, the Buccaneer, as he stood in his priestly garb, leaning over the taffrail of the packet-ship, the night after | leaving Baltimore, and gazing at the phos- | phorescent_ wake, as though charmed by its beauty, and yet so deeply wrapt in his own thoughts as not to see the glimmering waters. The days went hy, and at last the spring was sprung, the vessel was seized, and a lucky accident of the tide bearing the vessel close in to one of the rocky islands near by, was the means of saving the midshipman and — his slave, through their escaping iby the yard- cau mar he ° Mez
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arn. A it swung almost against a point of rocks. : Believing his intended victims dead, killed by the fire of his men, Brandt, the Buccaneer, felt the necessity of looking after the safety of his vessel, which bore away from the rag- ged rocks just in time to prevent serious damage. As no place of landing was visible, the | weather looked threatening, and he felt as- sured that both Merle and Bértek were dead, with bitter curses at having lost the treasure he had hoped to find through them, he held on his way, capturing vessel after vessel, un- tilat last the revenue cutter fell into his | power, and he was once again afloat upon an armed deck, even though he had not more than a score of men under his command. But his paucity in numbers did not trouble the chief, for he knew where he could easily ship a hundred desperate men, and toward that point he headed the trim little cruiser that had fallen into his hands. CHAPTER VII. BAD BLOOD AMONG THE MIDDIES. WueEn Merle Monte reported on board the United States cruiser Sea Wolf, he was warm- { | The Midshipman Mutineer. the island, where the yacht had been wreck- ed, and in nursing the boy through his baby- hood and later years, the devoted slave had never forgotten that Merle was the son of Montezuma, faithfully intrusted to his care by his dying father, and therefore his mas- ter under any and all circumstances, Presently, into the restaurant came Otis Raleigh, Hugh Benton, and the other five midshipmen of the Sea Wolf, and they took seats ata large table near Merle, not even pag him by a nod in recognition of his Ow. Aboard ship, duty compelled them to as- sociate with him, but ashore they would have their own way, and, from talking the matter over, and brooding over it, they had almost begun to look upon the youth as hay- ing been guilty of some crime, whereas his gallant deeds, and winning public favor and the friendship of the captain and first luff had gained him their ill-will. “‘T wonder where he gets money to order such a sumptuous repast, with wine and all the entrees?” said Hugh Benton, in a tone | loud enough for Merle to hear. ** It’s a mystery no one on board ship, not even the Sea Wolf’s gossip, can fathom, for ly welcomed by Captain Mayo Meredith and | when picked up by the captain he was only Lieutenant Basil Branscombe, the senior officer next to the captain. But he had not such a warm welcome from a junior lieutenant, Dunning Graham by name, and ‘his brother midshipmen, two of whem were very pronounced in their dislike of him, envy being at the bottom of it. These two were Midshipmen Otis Raleigh and Hugh Benton, and they were nagged on in their dislike of Merle, by their superior, Lieutenant Graham, who was wont to con- tinually throw out such remarks as: “‘He’ll ascend the ladder of promotion, young gentlemen, right over your heads.” “The captain thinks more of him now, than he does of us all.” These remarks added to the flame of envy, which had been planted through Merle’s cap- ture of the buccaneer and his vessel, and then his escape from the packet-ship, and fight with the ckers, For an unknown boy to thus accomplish so much, and win rank which their family influence and several years of hard knocks and service had gained for them, made the pray singe on board the Sea Wolf jealous of the daring youth. All could see at a glance that he knew his duties well, and he was far ahead of his older messmates in learning, while he was certainly their superior in strength, marks- manship and other qualities that all admired to make up the brave, self-reliant man. Upon the arrival of the Sea Wolf at New Orleans, to repair thoroughly and _repro- vision, before going in chase of the escaped irate, Captain Meredith gave the middies a y and night off, and Merle at once saw that he was to be slighted, for his messmates clubbed together, and they looked at him in an impertinent way, and talked in whispers about him. He was conscious of having given them no cause for this conduct, and felt hurt at their manner; but his pride held him aloof, and he went ashore with his faithful shadow, Mezrak. Mezrak had also observed the conduct of the youngsters, and also that of Lieutenant Dunning Graham, and his mind at once gras the cause, for he said: “They are jealous of you, master, because you have done a man’s work, though a boy aly in years.” ae: that is it, my good Mezrak, they shall ave greater cause for envy, if the occasion fers, for I love the service, and will rise to op rank in it,” answered Merle. oing up town to a fashionable restaurant, erle ordered a dinner, and Mezrak cod behind his chair, faithfully waiting on him, for even when ashore together on | a poor ranchero’s son, I have heard,” re- sponded Otis Raleigh. **T guess he filled his pockets with some of the jewels the pirate chief had in his cabin,” said another. ‘**That’s it, Doty, for he does wear a ruby of immense value on his little finger.”’ **He has proven himself such a good. sail- or, who knows but that he may have been a young pirate himself?” said Hugh Benton. At this all laughed; but the laugh was suddenly checked as Merle arose quickly from his seat, and seizing his glass of wine dashed it full in the face of his insulter, while he said sternly: “From this day, gentlemen, I declare war against you all.” Hugh Benton sprung to his feet with a cry of rage, and turned savagely upon Merle, a knife in his hand, which he had_ hastily seized from the table, But, to his surprise and mortification the knife was suddenly wrenched from his hand, and a blow full in the face sent him back- ward upon the table, while Merle said: ‘*This is no place for a row, sir; but if you have cause of trouble with me, you know well where I can be found.” The few persons in the restaurant, with the a a and his waiters, had now assem- bled, and were talking excitedly, seemingly not daring to interfere, and seeing this Raleigh cried: ‘Come, lads, let us stop his promotion right here.” All seemed in humor to follow the advice, for they had been making merry with wine all day, when suddenly the form of Mezrak glided up to the side of his young master. There was not one of the middies but knew the giant strength of the slave, and his courage, and they dared not to face Merle and. the black together, though they were seven to two, and Hugh Benton who had al- ready had a sample of his foe’s blows, cried out: “Fold ‘on, lads, this is not the place, as that fellow says, for a row.” Seeing their leader back down, the rest were only too willing, and the tipsy party walked out of the restaurant, while Merle resumed his seat and coolly finished his dinner. tis CHAPTER VIII. CHALLENGED. Upon returning on board ship, Merle was “re surprised at finding seven notes awaiting m. They were from his midshipmen mess- mates, couched in most insulting language, and commanding him not to speak to one of SE Se Re ee Sk Sh ee Be ee eS A ee ee ee Se eet ° 5 them again, except under orders, and in dis- charge of his duties, under penalty of severe punishment. ; One of the notes was a little different, and that one I give below verbatim : ‘‘On BOARD SEA WOLF. | 11 o'clock, P.M. 5 “To Midshipman Merle Monte : “‘Sr—You of course have sense enough to com- prehend that I cannot pass over your blow to-day, without demaniing satisfection for it, such as one pata ts has a right to ask of another for an in- sult given. “‘ Hence, I shall expect of you a written apology, as well as a public one, upon the deck of this vessel, or you shall meet me with what weapons you please, and at what time you may see fit, to wipe out the insult. “ Accident gave you a name, and won for you pro- motion, and by your sly ways, you have insinuated yourself into the good favor of several of our superior officers, until our mess looks upon you as a ‘Jonah’ on board our vessel, and I believe that I will be the one to rid the service of one who has no arentage or country to look back upon, for, I have heard that Mezrak, — shadow, is all the link that connects you with the past. ‘Expecting an immediate response, and i you that I will not allow you to address me, excep upon duty, and by way of an humble apology, I am, ‘ With no respect “Huan Benton.” Merle read his seven letters over with a smile, and then handed them to Mezrak, while he went on duty. i Early the following morning Mezrak re- turned them with the remark: ‘‘Better meet him, master; choose swords, and the city dueling-ground,* and at sunset to-morrow, and, as all of them insult you, it will be better to challenge the others and have the quarrel over with,” ‘So 1 think, Mezrak; but I have no second.” “‘T will attend to that, master, for your father had friends in this city, and if you go to the field alone I will soon follow with a second for you.”’ ““Very well, Mezrak, I will -answer the notes and you can deliver them,” and half an hour after the seven middies were each in receipt of a note from Merle, that of Hugh Benton reading: “Ow BoarD Sea Wor. t Thursday morning. “Hues Benton, Midshijman U. 8S, Navy: “Srm—No apology will be offered, and, vo an | you as being possessed of good sense, I am surpri that you suggentes it. 9 ‘*Time—this afternoon at t. *Place—the City Dueling- : ¥ Weapons—swords. : Respeétfully, “MERLE MonrTeE.”’ The other six letters read alike and were as follows: “On BOARD SEA wear S Thursday morning. To, elect “In response to your insulting communication, I can only say that, as you seem anxious to get rid of me, I will g¢ | furnish you the opportunity. ‘*Time—one hour before sunset to-day. ** Place—the City Dueling-field. “ Weapons— whatsoever you please. “Respectfully, “MERLE Monte.” To say that the seven middies were sur- prised, would be to draw it mildly. They were astounded, and several, who had not felt bitter toward Merle, and yet had been urged on by Benton and Raleigh, wished to withdraw their letters by frankly writing others of apology. But this they dared not do, when they spoke of it. All had believed that Merle would weaken if opposed to the entire mess, and once they gained the whip-hand of him, they would see that he did not get any more promotions through gallantry. : But, when he not ouly refused to apologize to Hugh Benton, but to challenge the six others to meet him in the dvello, setting the same place, and time, almost, for the seven duels, re were astounded, and wished they had been less precipitate in their actions. oi The dueling-ground of New Orleans, near the y.
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nn followed, bearin The seven middies had long before begged leave for half a day and night, and were at a fencing gallery in the. city, practicing, for they knew well that Merle handled both sword and pistol skillfully. At last two carriages took the party, a little elated with wine, out to the field, and to their surprise they found Merle seated there beneath a tree, engaged in reading a book. He was alone, but on their approach arose and raised his cap. ‘‘ Where are your seconds, sir?” demanded Otis Raleigh, insolently, for he was to act as second for Hugh Benton. ‘*T had no friend I could call on, sir, but Mezrak knew a friend of my father who he thought would act for me, and went after him, ‘*It is yet ten minutes to the time,’ and Merle glanced carelessly at a handsome watch be had purchased that day. One would have thought his confession of his friendless condition in the world would have moved the hearts of his: messmates to pity rather than bitterness and hate, and it did in one or two cases; but the ringleaders | were determined to press the rising boy against the wall, and they showed no com- passion, and those who felt any dared not give exhibition of the praiseworthy quality. Having given his explanation, Merle re- sumed his seat and his book, to the utmost surprise of the others, who, one and all.of them, were certainly nervous, in spite of the courage the wine had imbued them with. They tried to think that he was ‘‘ making believe,” and not reading; but noting his face they saw that it was unmoved, and reg- ularly each page was- turned, until they were convinced there was no pretense, and that the boy was cool as an icicle outwardly, whatever might be his inward emotion. An impatient ejaculation from Hugh Ben- ton, who with his companions had been walking nervously about, caused Merle to glance up, and then again at his watch. Seeing that the time was up, he rose quickly, and seeing, no one approaching, said, calmly: ‘*Gentlemen, I shall have to trust in your honor and meet you without a second.” ‘This you know our honor will not per- mit, and your being here alone looks very much like an evasion of a meeting with us,” said Otis Raleigh. But as he ceased speaking there was heard the rumble of wheels, and the next instant up dashed a. closed carriage, with Mezrak seated upon the box with the driver. OHAPTER IX. CATCHING A TARTAR. Tue entire party of middies, including Merle, gazed somewhat curiously upon the carriage as it drew up, and Mezrak sprung to the ground, for they were desirous of see- ing who it was that the Abyssinian had got- ten for a second for his master. ‘The door was opened, and eight pairs, of iips uttered an expression of surprise, alarm and anger commingled. And no wonder, for those who descended from the vehicle, and there were two of them, were none other than Captan Mayo Meredith and his surgeon, Doctor Dan Delafield. The faces of the captain and surgeon were in strong contrast to those of the middies, for the former were smiling, and the latter pale and perplexed, even to Merle’s, As for Mezrak, his countenance was always unreadable, except when he was in a rage. Now, it was as passive as a mill-pond. The surgeon Cok his box of surgical instru- ineer, ments from out the vehicle and Mezrak un- rolled. the bundle, which he had brought with him from the ship, and which were a pair of superb swords and a box of dueling pistols. ‘A pleasant evening, young gentlemen, for deadly sport,” said the captain, as he ap- proached the group. The middies all saluted, but did not reply, and Captain Meredith continued: ‘I see I am not an invited, or an expected guest, but nevertheless I have come, and Mid- \shipman Monte, the reason of my coming is to act as your second, in this very equal meet- ing you are to have against seven older men than yourself, and whose conduct toward you has not escaped my eye.” ‘Believe me, gentlemen, this is no act of mine,” and Merle turned with an almost frightened look to his foes, for he could see that their belief was that he had informed Captain Meredith of the meeting. “T will vouch for that, gentlemen, and my | word goes as something here, I know. “Mezrak had. sought to gain a friend. of Mr. Monte’s father, to act for him; but the gentleman being absent from the city, he re- turned hastily on board ship, told me of the af- fair at the restaurant, and of which I had word ulready, and then showed me the letters Mid- shipman Monte had received from his mess- mates. ‘‘T at once determined to befriend the gal- lant young officer, and knowing his nature, and expecting sharp work, I brought Surgeon Delafield, so now let us get to work. ‘“You, I believe, Benton, are to first meet Midshipman Monte, and the weapons are swords?” This was certainly carrying the war across the line for the middies, to suddenly have their captain, from whom they had expected instant arrest, with court-martial to follow, not only urge the affair on, but act for their foe. ‘Perhaps, Captain Meredith, we had bet- ter drop the matter here, and give pledge that there will be no more trouble,” said Hugh Benton, feeling that he was speaking for his comrades, ‘Pardon me, Captain Meredith, but I re- fuse to drop the matter here, and accept no pledges from Mr. Benton and his friends,” taid Merle quickly. The captain and surgeon smiled, and the middies feeling confident that there would be no blood shed, with their superior officers present, all bowed acquiescence that the affair should go on. ‘« By all means, Monte, for never come to a field unless you mean fight,” said Captain Meredith. So saying he took up one of the swords handed him by Mezrak, and seeing its temper said: “These are superb. blades, Benton, so you had better take one of these, for Monte will give you your choice, I know.” : ‘With pleasure, sir,” and Merle smiled, as he bade Mezrak give Mr. Benton his choice. Throwing aside their jackets, a moment after the two middies faced each other. Benton was eighteen years of age, being over two years the senior of Merle, and his form was larger and heavier; but it lacked the leonine grace, and quickness of move- ment of Merle, and his manner was a trifle nervous, though no one could doubt his courage, Perhaps it was the presence of his captain | that rendered him so. | | | At a word from Captain Meredith. the blades crossed, and though all knew Merle understood the use of a weapon, they were surprised at the masterly manner in which he handled it, for his movements were. like lightning, his strength something wonderful for one of his years, and his endurance seemed untiring, Step by step he drove Benton backward, really playing with him, and keeping him ~~ * busy. defending himself only, and sudden! striking up his blade, he beans OF own throug the sword-arm of his foe. Instantly withdrawing it, he turned on his heel, and said coolly: __“‘T hope Midshipman Benton will be sat- isfied with the souvenir I leaye him of me.” The surgeon sprung to the side of Benton, who turned deadly pale, and quickly dressed the wound, while Captain Meredith said: “‘Tt is your time now, Raleigh, as soon as Monte has had a resting-spell. “T need no rest, sir, and am ready now. ‘“What are Midshipman Raleigh’s wea- pons?” asked Merle calmly, “« Swords only shall be used, for I am con- fident no deadly work will follow, as I see, Monte, you are a master of this weapon, and will not punish too heavily, when it lies in your power to do so.” Merle bowed, and then took his place in front of Otis Raleigh, who was certainly quite nervous, as he had seen Hugh Benton so cleverly handled, and knew that Merle could have killed him had he so desired. As though warming up to his work, Merle pressed Raleigh from the start at a killing pace, and with the same result, a thrust through the sword-arm of his foe. The wounded middy was then turned over to Surgeon Delafield, and Merle was confronted with his third adversary, whose sword was sent flying from his grasp at the first pass, while the end of his blade just slit the right ear, as a punishment, for recently, Ned Hastings had been his bitterest enemy, without having the courage to Openly speak out. “A dangerous slip that, Monte,” said Cap- tain Meredith, who had feared that Merle meant to kill his foe. “‘T intended to mark him, sir,” was the calm reply... The remaining four middies were now de- cidedly nervous, and would willingly have avoided a meeting with one whom they felt was so greatly their superior, But Captain Meredith was firm, and called the next to the scratch, It was one of the middies who had felt sorry for Merle, and yet whose strength of character had not been sufficient to enable him to take a firm stand. _ This Merle seemed to realize, for, with @ single movement of his wrist, he sent the sword flying from his hand, and lowering his. own weapon, he said ey “TL leave you unmarked, sir.” Frankly dia the south, Bennett Ross, step forward and extend his hand, while he said In earnest tones: ‘Forgive me, Monte, for weakness in the past, an 8 us be Coit ‘“Willingly,” said Merle, grasping his hand warmly, while Captain Meredith and the surgeon, in a breath, said: «Well done for you, Ross.” ‘And I frankly confess my error, Monte, and beg your pardon before you get a chance to mark me, for I freely admit we caught a Tartar.” And Lawrence Langley also extended his hand, which Merle took with the same sin- cerity with which it had been offered. «« Number six! your turn now, Martin,” sung out Captain Meredith, addressing a midshipman with a sinister face, and who had been particularly marked in his disa- greeable manner toward Merle, “Ay, ay, sir,” said Martin, and he toed the scratch gamely. He was known to be the best swordsman on board the Sea Wolf, and wore a confident smile, But hardly had his weapon crossed that of his young foe, when he found his sword struck up, and then came a stinging pain across the cheek, which Merle had laid open with a skill and nerve that showed him to be ssessed of marvelous power in she hand- ling of a blade.
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oT ey OO ae The Midshipman Mutineer, 7 ncaa tiene ‘Phat. is .an ugly wound, Monte,” said Captain M somewhat sternly. 46 | tin is an ugly customer, sir, and the wound will leave a scar that will keep me constantly in his memory,” was the quick reply. “Number seven! your turn now, Men- ken,” cried Oaptain Meredith, seemingly anxious to have the affair over. “Midshipman Monte has had no time to rest, captain, and Menken is a dangerous hand with a blade,” called out Surgeon Delafield, stopping in the operation of stitch- ing up. the gaping wound in the cheek. of Paul Martin, whose eyes blazed upon his foe with fury. “True; 1 beg pardon, Monte,” said the captain. “‘T need no rest, sir, for I have had little to tire me, and if Mr. Menken is ready I am,” was Merle’s indifferent response. The blades crossed, and it was evidently the intention of Heber Menken to kill, if he could. Merle saw this, and he pressed him hard from the commencement, worried him into nervousness, played with him fairly, allowed him no time to rest, and suddenly disarming him step quickly forward, and with his open hand slapped the face of his foe with a, force that. must have made him “‘ see stars.” “Now, gentlemen, I hope you are all satis- fied. “‘ Captain Meredith I owe you my warmest thanks for your kindness, and you also, Surgeon Delafield, for I fear 1 have given ou considerable trouble,” and Merle tossed is sword to Mezrak to clean and mop up. “Tt is better that I do the work than the undertaker, Monte,” said the surgeon signifi- cantly, adding the last stitch to the wound in Martin’s face. ‘““Now, young gentlemen, you will please report on board ship as soon as possible, and if I find any more of this despicable feelin shown. against Midshipman Monte, L wi allow his punishment of you to be more severe than it has, and I do not believe one of you will deny but that he had it in his power to kill you in detail,” said Captain Meredith, addressing the discomfited mid- dies, after which he turned to Merle and added: “ Midshipman Monte, it will give me pleas- ure to have you and the doctor dine with me to-day.” Merle bowed in. acceptance, and leaving Mezrak to ride the horse he had ridden there back. te town, he, got. into the captain’s vehicle, followed by his commander and the surgeon, and the three chatted over the duels as they were driven into the city. CHAPTER X. THE MYSTERIOUS SHAMAN, Some ten days after the arrival of the Sea Wolf in the port of the Crescent City, a lug- ger came slowly.up the river and dropped anchor not two fathoms astern of the cruiser. e craft was not ill-shapen to a critical eye, and carried considerable, canvas; but there was an air of neglect about her that showed her to. belong to some of the planta- tions on the Coast, and to be manned by, a negro crew, n fact, half a dozen negroes and one white man seemed ‘to comprise the crew. The negroes were as like in appearance as peas, but the white man was peculiar in his appearance. He was a stout man, dressed in a slovenly sailor suit, and had hair and whiskers of al- most crimson hue, so fiery red were they; while his eyes were black and piercing, He eyed the cruiser with apparently the deepest interest, whole hours at a time, until the middies began to joke with him and ask him if he did not want to ship in one of Uncle Sam’s sea warriors. One day as he sat’ watching the vessel, seemingly enraptured with her peanty and awed by the armament, he saw a boat drawn alongside and two middies descend into it as for a trip ashore. Instantly he called to one of his black crew, and springing into the lugger’s yawl, was rowed to the shore. The two. middies, one of them with a bandage around his face, walked leisurely up into the town, and the red-headed ‘sea- man followed them, though apparently not intending to do so. After they turned a corner and were lost to sight from any one who might be looking on the deck of the cruiser, the man overtook them. ** Ahoy! young gents, IT hope you hain’t above taking a glass of grog with a man whose craft has no quarter-deck,” he said in a bluff but friendly way. ‘Hello, Red Head, it’s you, is, it?” said Paul Martin, recognizing him as the mysteri- ous man on the lugger. ‘** Yes, my fine young gentleman, it’s me, Red Head, if so you please to call me, though my name is Peter Stokes.” ‘‘Indeed! Mr. Stokes, I am glad to meet you. ** Here, Menken, let me present you to my red-headed friend, Captain Peter Stokes of the African lugger that lies astern of the Sea Wolf. “What did you say, my dear captain, about grog?” and the lively young middy smiled innocently. “1 said, lads, that if you didn’t mind a glass of grog with an humble salt-water fol- ower, I'd be happy to have you join me. ‘“‘T know a place where the liquor is good, and I guess it would help that aching tooth of yours, sir,” “* Aching tooth be cursed, man! that is a wound received in battle, an honorable scar, or so I shall report it, when I return home,” answered Paul Martin, his face flushing with anger at the remembrance of how he had re- ceived the wound. ‘* Well, we will. go and drink that you some day get even with the man that marked you for life.” *“Doen, my gallant lugger skipper! Tl drink that toast until I can’t run on an even keel, “*Come, here is a grog-shop, and it hangs out good colors,” Paul Martin led the way into a saloon upon §t, Charles street, and which was a fashionable resort at that time. The three men were given a table a little apart from others, as the middies had asked to be near a window, and a bottle of wine was Called for, the contents of which soon set the tongues of the two lads, and the older sailor to wagging pretty freely. It was but a very short while before Paul Martin and Heber Menken found that the sailor was not a man to be made fun of. Me was hot-headed as a woodpecker, un- kempt in his toilet, and slovénly in his attire; but he was‘no fool, and had evidently, from his talk, seen far more salt water than they both had together. ** So your ship is the craft set for the work of running down the Buccaneer Brandt?” said Peter Stokes, after awhile. **Yes, skipper, and she is the craft for the work,” answered Paul Martin. ** They say the revenue cutter he captured is fast.” “True, and so is the Sea Wolf, w. ‘te we have over a hundred men in crew, ana fif- teen guns, and Brandt cannot raise half a hundred, and the cutter carries but nine guns. “Oh! we'll have him before long.” *“You know his haunts, I suppose?” **Some of them.” *« Well, there is one on board who ought to know all of them.” “Send him aboard the Wolf to have a talk with the captain,” “‘T mean he is on board your vessel, not mine.” “* Ah! who is that?” ‘“‘ A midshipman, I believe he is, for he got that rank for capturing the chief before.” “Ha! Merle Monte!” cried both of the middies in a breath. ‘Yes, that is the name, and what he don’t know about pirates and their haunts ain’t worth knowing.” ““Why, how did he glean all this piratieal knowledge?” asked Midshipman Menken. ‘The best way in the world.” ** How was that?” ‘*By being one of ’em.” The middies looked at each other in sur- prise. “‘ Being one of them?” asked Paul Martin, eagerly. en” “‘T do not understand you?” “Why, he was a pirate himself.” ‘“‘Merle Monte a pirate?” “Certainly, didn’t you know it?” *« Never! no, no indeed! you surprise us.” “‘T thought you knew it, and that he got a pardon from the President on account of capturing Brandt, and then set to work to hunt down his former comrades. ‘“*T say I thought you knew all this.” The middies were astounded, and after gazing at each other significantly, and then at their mysterious companion, Paul Martin said: ‘No one on our vessel ever suspected this, T assure you.” *“Then I have done wrong in telling, but I thought you knew it.” ‘*No; we only knew that Monte was said to be the son of a ranchero on the Mexican shore, near Corpus Christi.*” ‘No; his father is really Brandt, the Buc- caneer,” were the low, earnest words that came from the lips of the mysterious seaman, and both Paul Martin and Heber Menken sat like statues, struck dumb with amazement. CHAPTER XI. THE SKIPPER’S YARN. Ir the skipper of the lugger saw the sinis- ter look of triumph upon the faces of Paul Martin and Heber Menken, at his startling words, he did not appear to notice them, but went on quietly: ‘Oh, yes; he’s the son of the buccaneer, as I thought all his messmates knew, or I’d not been the one to give him away. “You see, Brandt talked sweet to the boy’s mother, and she fell in love with him, for she did not know he was a pirate. “The lady was the daughter of a rich ran- chero near Corpus Christi, and she married Brandt, or, leastways, she thought ‘she did, for the ceremony was performed; but Brandt already had a wife,'and the priest whom he took to the vessel to marry them, was no priest at all, only his~ lieutenant dressed up in robes, so you see he deceived the poor young girl. ‘‘As soon as she found out who Brandt really was, she hated him, and tried every way she could to escape from him, but was never able to do so. ‘“At length they had a little baby born, and he is the boy of whom I am talking. “Well, he was brought up a young pirate, and they do say that when he was but twelve years of age he was the best one in the band with a sword and pistol. ‘‘His mother lived on one of Brandt’s islands, and the boy was constantly at sea with his father, so that he became a good sailor when he was little more than a child. ‘‘His father never allowed him to see his mother, they said, unless he was present with him, so he never knew how she, and himself, too, had been wronged. “But one day Brandt was badly wounded and carried to the island, and then it was * At that time a Mexican town.
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8 that the boy saw his mother alone, and heard from her lips the story of her wrongs and her shame. ‘He took it fearfully to heart, they say, and swore he would iil his father then and there; but his mother begged him not to do so, but to aid her to leave the island, and to go with her. “* This the boy promised to do, and he let into the secret a slave, that had been cap- tured from a Spanish vessel, and whose life he had saved; which bound the black to him for life. “Those two rigged out a large ship’s yawl, decked her over, to make it comfortable and seaworthy, and one night, just at dark, when the wind was blowing fair, left the island secretly, leaving Brandt lying on his back, still suffering from his wound. “The boy, as I have said, was a good sailor, and, instead of heading for the Mexi- can shore, at the nearest point, stood boldly out into the Gulf, and thus threw the pur- suers that followed him at dawn off his track, “In good time ‘he navigated his little craft into port, Corpus Christi, I think, and the boy and his mother went upon a ranch in the interior to. live. ‘‘ But there Brandt followed them, and at- tacking the hacienda one night, he shot down the poor woman, but his son, heading the cowboys on the ranch, drove him ri, his crew back to their boats. **From that night Merle Monte swore to hunt down his father and bring him to the gallows, and he very nearly succeeded, I have heard, and, as he is now an officer in the navy, and upon such a swift craft as the Sea Wolf is reputed, I guess he will yet keep his oath. “But come, gents, let us have another bot- tle of wine, and then I must go and see if my stores are ready to carry back to the planta- tion.” The bottle of wine was eagerly drank, and then, greatly excited by the yarn of the skip- per, they bade him farewell and hastily re- turned to the Sea Wolf, to spread through the ship the joyful, to them, tidings, they had heard against Merle Monte, and whic they implicitly believed in every particular. CHAPTER XII. THE SKIPPER MEETS HIS MATCH. Hap either Heber Menken, or Paul Martin, seen the look upon the face of their skipper friend, as they walked away, they would have observed something there which they could not fathom, and yet of which they could read sufficient to show them that he nee hosp playing their credulity into his own hands. He smiled in a way they would not have liked, as they departed, leaving him at the table, for he returned to it as soon as they bade him adieu. ‘**Those hot-brained fools will do the work well, I’m Hinking, . *“They do not like the boy, I am certain, and I guess that one with the wounded face, if he told the truth, would say that the young- ster gave it to him, for Belo says there was a duel among the middies some days ago, and one of them got the better of all the others. *“Well, Pll bide my time to see what har- vest the sowing of my yarn in those young fools’ ears will bring, and if it does not set him adrift, then I'll see what else is to be done. ‘* Another bottle of wine here, waiter.” The waiter brought the wine quickly and drew the cork. “Why not order another glass, my friend, for I am thirsty?” said a frank voice behind the skipper, and turning quickly he saw a man who appeared to be a well-to-do mer- chant. He was stout, red-faced and dressed in black, while a pair of gold spectacles con- cealed his eyes. The Midshipman Mutineer. The skipper at first seemed inclined to re- sent the familiarity, and frowned; but think- ing better of it, he said quietly: ‘* Another glass here, waiter.” Then turning to the stranger he continued: “You are sagged welcome, sir, for I am no man to refuse a glass of grog to any ship- mate, or land-lubber either, if it comes to that.’ The stranger quietly poured out a glass of the really delicious wine, and quaffed it with: ‘Good will and good health, sir, on land or sea.” Refilling the glass, as he smacked his lips with gusto, he continued: “Did you apply the name of grog to this nectar, sir?” “That is what I called it,” curtly replied the skipper. ‘‘Then your looks do not belie you, for I wondered how one of your rig could order such nectar, and the truth is you knew not the virtues of the wine. ‘Grog forsooth! why, sir, this is as sweet as the tears of angels weeping with joy,” and he filled and dashed off another glass. “Yes, sir, this is made from the juice of grapes grown in the vineyards of. Paradise,” and down his capacious throat went another glass. ‘“* Talk of nectar, sir, why this is the honey of nectar,” and another glass was disposed of with a smack of the lips. “The perfume of this wine, sir, is stolen from. the flowers of Eden,” and another glass followed the others, while the wine-bibber continued, as the skipper gazed in amaze- ment upon him: “‘The color of this wine, sir, which you vulgarly call grog, seems to be made of the tints caught from the rainbow, and—” ““What do you think of the bottle, ship- mate, for that is all that is left?’ broke in the skipper. “The bottle, sir, is empty ; and it, like the human form, is but the clayey casket that held the spirit, you see.” ao I don’t see a drop of that wine eft.” ‘‘ Ah! then it is my turn to play the host. ‘‘ Here, waiter, a glass of common grog for my sbedy-lookliny tHend here, and a bot- tle of that same nectar of the gods for me.” “Curse you! do you intend to insult me?” and the skipper was upon his feet in an in- stant. ** Sit down ! Brandt, the Buccaneer.” The words came sternly from the lips of the stranger, and without a word the man sunk down in his chair, while he cast a fur- tive glance around to see if any one had heard that name fall from the lips of the strange person before him, CHAPTER XIII. THE PIRATES’ PLOT. Tue return of the waiter with a glass of rum, and a bottle of wine, prevented the skipper from uttering a word, after his glance around the room. **There, garcon, the grog for that person, the wine for me,” said the stranger quietly, and as the waiter retired out of hearing the skipper broke out with: “‘In the Devil’s own name, who are you?” “One who knows you well, Captain Brandt,” was the quiet ply ‘““ Why do you call me Brandt?” “ Because that is your name.” “* You are mistaken, sir.” ‘Then Brandt, the Buccaneer, if so you like it. better.” “You surely do not mean to say you rec- ognize in me that famous pirate?” ‘As surely as I say that in your pretended negro crew, on board the lugger at anchor in the river, I recognize half-a-dozen of your picked men.” “Well, admit that I be he whom you say, how did you recognize me?” asked Brandt. ‘* Your voice first attracted my attention, and then one pani into those splendid eyes of yours and I knew you, for neither your tone or eyes belong to such a slovenly dis- guise.” : “* Again I ask you who you are?” “A friend.” “Your name?” ‘* See if you cannot guess?” Brandt eyed the man closely and said: ‘No, I never remember to have seen you before.” ‘““Then my disguise is complete.” ‘Who are you?” ‘“* Your old lieutenant, Max Maurice.” ‘*Ha! but no; for he was as slender as—”’ ‘‘ As you are, you were going to say, only you are not slender with those half dozen suits of clothes on, and it is the same with me, for I am padded from hip to shoulder, and look like a gouty city merchant, if | don’t feel it. ‘“‘The truth is I am too well known to many here, to go without a thorough dis- guise.” ** Well, Max, no one would ever know you in that rig; but what are you doing here when I believed you in the Moro Castle at Havana?” “Ah, it’s a story soon told. Iam here to get a crew and a deck under me.” ‘But how did you get out of the Moro?” ““A pretty girl fell in love with my good looks, and she managed to unlock doors and remove iron bars for my exit, and here I am.” “And you were in search of a vessel and crew?” “*Yes, for I heard of your capture, and that of the schooner, and dia not expect = to turn up again, once the United States had its grip upon you.” ‘But I have, you see?” “‘Oh yes, and I am glad of it, and re- joice to hear of your bold capture of the packet-ship from Baltimore.” ‘Well, what have you done in the way of a crew?” ‘*T have a good one.” “And a vessel?” “‘None yet.” “Well, I have the vessel, so come with me with your crew.” “‘T’ll do it, though it was not exactly right for you to desert me, the night of an attack on Don Pablo’s hacienda.” “The troops drove us to our boats, and | ii not warn you and the men in the cel- ‘ar,”’ “Well, I'll forget it, as I escaped; but if they had garroted me, I’d have haunted you through fife, Captain Brandt; but where is your craft?” “Tn one of the bayous on the coast, for | dared not come here in her, so captured a plantation lugger and ran up for stores, and to see if I could not find out where the Sea Wolf was.” “You found her here?” “Yes, and will know just where she is oing to search for me; but better still, I have ound out that the one who captured me is on board of her as a middy.” ‘A boy, I believe it was?” “Yes, and he isa son of Montezuma the Merciless, of whom you have heard me speak.” “Ah yes, whose treasure was lost on some part of the coast,” “It was not lost, and if I can get that boy in my possession, I will find out where it is, and accomplish my revenge too.” “Tl get him in your power, if you give me a liberal share.” ~ “*T'll do it.” “Done! Now let us and I'll turn the crew over to you, and then I'll set to work to get the boy.” “ But how?” ““T'l ship on the Sea Wolf!” was the low response of Max Maurice, the pirate lieu- tenant.
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CHAPTER XIV. LOST IN A LAGOON. A SMALL vessel, fore-and-aft rig, was drift- ing listlessly upon the waters of the Gulf, not a third of a league from the shore, off Barrataria Bay. She had been driven before a hurricane past the Delta of the Mississippi, and then, beating her way back to enter the river by the way of the South-west Pass, had been be- calmed. It was evidently a trading craft, and upon her decks were visible a few passengers, one of whom was a little old man with gray hair and beard. He had been watching the shore for some time, doubtless thinking of the days when Lafitte, the Pirate of the Gulf, had spread his black flag to the breeze in those waters, and ruled like a king on shore. As though interested deeply, he suddenly turned to the skipper and ask: d: ‘** Captain, there is no hopes of a breeze for a couple of hours, is there?” ‘*T fear not, sir, until dark.” “Then if you will lend me your small boat, I would like to row ashore and look around.” The old man had paid liberally for his passage, and the captain had taken a fancy to him, so answered: ‘The boat is at your service, Mr. Belden, but don't get out of sight of us.” A few moments after the elderly passen- ger was i ae § shoreward with a stroke that showed he knew well how to handle the oars, He did not follow the captain’s advice, for he did get out of sight of the schooner, and penetrated a lagoon, whose dark, deep waters ran far inland. Gazing upon the somber funereal vails* upon the trees along the banks, Mr. Belden continued on his way for more than a mile inland, until he entered a small lake, and then he started upon his return, thinking he had gone far enough. FRalf a dozen lagoons suddenly opened be- fore him just then, and the banks of all of them being alike, he wag unable to tell by which he had come. Taking the one he thought he remembered as the one by which he had entered the lake, he pulled along for some time until he felt he was wrong. But just here he was in a perfect net-work of lagoons, or bayous, and after a thorough search for the one he thought led to the bbw he was forced to admit that he was ost. That no one was near to aid him to find his way back, he was assured, and he at once determined to retrace his course to the lake, and there try each lagoon in succession until he found the right one. But this was no easy matter, for before his prow opened the network, and he soon became bewildered as to which direction the lake lay in, for the forest of trees, heavily covered with moss, shut out the sight of the sun from his view. As he was about to give up rowing and let his boat drift where it would, he suddenly beheld, not a cable’s length away, a vessel. It was lying close inshore, was half hidden by the overhanging trees and moss, and had his eyes not been very keen, in spite of his seeming age, he might have passed without seeing her. He was at first delighted with his discov- ery, and had seized his oars again to row to- ward her, when he remembered that, if La- fitte was dead, a few pirate craft yet plowed the seas, and that was a very sus- picious neighborhood to be in, and a vessel so hidden must be a suspicious craft. Landing, he took a closer view of the craft from the opposite shore. She was armed—that was certain. *The jong, drooping moss that covers the trees in that latitude. The Midshipman Mutinéeer. Men in uniform were on her deck too, and | he was surprised that he had not been seen. What could she be doing there? Was she an honest vessel? These questions he asked himself, yet could not answer. As he stood, looking closely at the vessel, his eyes suddenly fell upon a boat, far down the lagoon, pulling toward the schooner. He noted the position of the boat, which was Over a mile distant, and saw that it had just rounded a point of land upon which grew five tall, white-trunked sycamores. There were three men in the boat he saw, as it came nearer, and it was evidently mak- ing for the schooner. rouching down in the thicket, he waited its approach, and, as it drew nearer, heard a voice on the schooner cry out: ‘The boat is coming back!”’ As the boat drew near, the same voice that had spoken from the vessel’s deck called out: ‘*Ho, Pedro! What news?” “None, for the Indian has not returned from the city, so we must expect to stay in this black hole several days longer,” said a man in the stern of the boat. ‘“Ah! Captain Brandt don’t care for our comfort, while he’s enjoying the pleasures of the city,” was the response of the one on the deck, and the next moment the boat ran alongside of the schooner. ‘* Captain Brandt!” The name fairly burst from the lips of the old man, and he stood like one struck dumb. For some moments he remained motion- less, excepting that he repeated over and over again the name he had heard spoken. Then he cautiously glided away from his place of concealment, regained his boat, and, creeping along under the shadow of the over- hanging trees, held his course. toward the dark point upon which stood the five syca- mores. At last, just as the sun was sinking below the horizon, he rounded the point, and, over a low piece of land, beheld the distant spars of the vessel he had left. ‘“‘T have found my way back, and I have discovered a secret, by being lost in the la- goon,” he muttered, as he pulled a strong and steady stroke in the direction of the schooner, which already had her white sails set to catch the breeze that, afar off, was seen rippling the blue waters. As he touched the deck the sails filled, and the schooner bent gracefully to the pressure of the wind, and forged ahead, while the old man paced to and fro, strangely opera the captain thought, for he tault learn noth- ing from him regarding what he had seen pe Fm and the cause of his remaining away so long a time. CHAPTER XY, PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. CAPTAIN MEREDITH was pacing his quar- ter-deck, gazing alternately at the town, and then at a schooner coming up the river under full sail, while ever and anon his eyes would fall upon a group of middies gathered in the waist, and talking earnestly together, Paul Martin and Heber Menken seeming to be the principal spokesmen, “That craft is a Maine coaster, as sure as those middies are plotting some deviltry,”’ he muttered, recognizing the rig and build of the coming schooner as an eastern coaster, as quickly as he did that the youngsters in the waist were up to some mischief, Since the duel he had been rather stern to- ward the middies, and they had avoided him as much as possible, while he had kept a close watch upon them, to see if they treated their messmate Merle, with disrespect. As for Merle, he saw that he had not changed in his manner toward his shipmates, treating them as before with cool respect, ex- cepting Bennett Ross and Lawrence Lang- ley, toward whom he seemed more friendly than before the duel, and who certainly felt most kindly toward him, inshore and let fall her anehor, and not five minutes after a boat with a single occupant left its side and came toward the Sea Wolf. The boat was hailed, and the reply came b ack: “Is that the Sea Wolf?” “Ay, py ““T wish to come on board and see your captain.” ‘‘Let him come on board, Mr. Brans- combe,” called out Captain Meredith to his lieutenant, and a moment after a man came over the gangway and approached him, It was the same old man who had gotten lost in the lagoon. ‘* Well, my man, how can I serve you?” asked the captain, kindly. “Tt is for me, sir, to serve reply in a thin, shaky voice. ‘“* Ah! in what way, pray?” a au is an American cruiser?” ae t ig.” “You would be anxious to capture a pirate?” **By all means, for pirate-hunting is the special service my vessel was ordered upon.” ‘“Do you know anything of Brandt, the Buccaneer, since his escape, and capture of the Baltimore packet ship?” ** Yes, he committed some high-sea robber- ies and murders, and then cleverly captured the revenue cutter, Sea Serpent,” _ “Indeed! I had not heard of this; but then I have been at sea some time, our schooner having cleared from Baltimore a month ago. “* Describe the cutter, please, captain.” “A low, black hull, with blue helt encirc- ling her, and very tall, single sticks, with—” ‘That is sufficient, sir, for I can tell you where to find that vessel.” “‘Hal you know the whereabouts of Brandt?” cried the captain, excitedly. “*T know where his vessel lay at anchor, or rather moored to the bank, twenty-four hours ago, sir, and her commander, Brandt, the Buccaneer, is in the city, I have every reason to believe,” and the old man told Captain Meredith of his adventure in the lagoon. he result of this was the departure of the Sea Wolf down the river under full sail in less than half an hour after the arrival on board of the stranger. Just as the Sea Wolf was gliding away from her anchorage, two men came down to the pier, opposite to which she had been anchored, and from one of them broke the you,” waa the cry: of Great God, captain, look there!” “Curses! it is the Sea Wolf rushing down the river,” cried the other. ‘True, and that ends our plot for the pre- sent,” “Yes, and may leave us without a craft, for her captain is no man to run off upon a fool’s errand. ““Come, Maurice, her destination is the cutter, so let'us get your men at once, take boats, and gain the craft ahead of her, which we can do by rowing down the river to the bayous, and following them to Barrataria Bay by Lafittes’ old route. **Come, for once on board the cutter with your crew and mine, and we'll turn the tables on Captain Meredith and take the Sea Wolf.” The two men hastened away from the pier, and two hours after, just at dark, six large boats, crowded with men, and urged by a dozen oars, swept rapidly down the Missis- i to gain the Gulf by way of the bayous, which, like a network, cut up the southern shores of Louisiana, CHAPTER XVI. THE BOAT ATTACK. “Tuts wind holds so light, Maurice, that we will certaintly beat the Sea Wolf to the lagoon,” said Captain Brandt, no longer in
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10 his disguise, ashe sat at the tiller of the lead- ing boat, and spoke to Max Maurice his lieu- tenant, following a short distance astern, as the heavily laden boats pulled with strong, steady strokes, through Bayou Dupont, on their way to Barrataria Bay, in a lagoon of which the captured cutter was concealed. ‘« Ay, ay, the wind is our friend, captain,” answered the pirate lieutenant, who no longer looked the city merchant, but the handsome, dashing, but reckless young ras- cal. he was, as he had discarded his padded suit of black, high hat and gold spectacles, for sailor attire. ‘We'll give those Sea Wolves a surprise, if we do not manage to escape an attack, for if our guns are not as heavy, we can match them in men,” continued Captain Brandt. And all through the night the boats con- tinued their southward way, the men con- stantly relieving each other at the oars, for each boat held over a score of men, and pulled from eight to a dozen sweeps. In the bow of the leading boat crouched an Indian, the pilot, and unswervingly he held his way, never for a moment at a loss in the darkness, and the numerous bayous they passed through, but following the main channel as a hound would a trail, with seem- ingly nothing but instinct to guide him, The next day the lagoon was reached, and there lay the trim little cutter, safe as yet. But Captain Brandt hastily threw his new crew on board, set them to drilling at the guns, and with his own men ahead in a boat . to tow out toward open water, for he well knew the danger of being caught in there. It was dark as he reached the open bay, and there, as he had feared, he beheld the Sea Wolf at anchor, and her boats coming on toward the lagoon he was just leaving. They s fed the cutter as soon as he did them, and pu'led hard to head her off, for she was yet too landlocked to get the off-shore breeze, and was barely moving through the waters, ‘‘Give them the iron!” yelled Captain Brandt, and, in obedience to the order the iron hail of the cutter’s broadside went flying toward the boats. But not one of them was touched, and with loud cheers they came on rapidly, while the Sea Wolf's canvas was being set and her anchor hauled up in double-quick time. *‘Curse the wind, there is not enough to ive us good steerage-way,” cried Captain Brandt, as he saw how slowly the cutter answered her helm. Again he gave the order to fire, and this time a crash followed, which showed one boat was hit. It was the leading boat, and from it came in a youthful, but clear, ringing voice: ‘“The boat is sinking, lads, but yonder deck will hold us.” A cheer answered the words, and on came the boats, urged the more by the same voice crying: “Pull! pull, for your lives, lads!” '“Small-arms, ahoy! Give it to them!” shrieked Brandt, the Buccaneer, as the lead- ing boat, though settling fast, was almost upon the schooner. Instantly a volley of small-arms followed, and shrieks, groans, curses, and then a heavy crash, all came together, for the boat had struck the schooner. “Boarders ahoy!” yelled the same ringing voice, and upon the deck sprung the young officer, cutlass in hand, and at his back came a huge black form, followed. by five seamen, | all that remained alive out of the boat’s crew. “Hold! Let no man kill that boy, or black!” Me sig Captain Brandt, as, by the flashes of the firearms, he recognized Merle and Mezrak as they boarded. A score of weapons, leveled at the youth and Abyssinian, were instantly lowered, while Brandt sprung forward, and his blade crossed that of the young midshipman. youngster, “Now, claim my game!” The Midshipman Mutineer. ny hissed the pirate chief; but, as he spoke, two more boats struck the vessel, and two-score gallant tars sprung on board, with an irre- sistible impetus that sent the pirates back from the bulwarks and mixed up the com- batants in deadly, hand-to-hand combats. ‘Cut them down! We outnumber them two to one!” cried Brandt, while his lieuten- ant echoed his words. But the pirates were, most of them, new men, and the well-trained tars bore them back, while a fourth boat’s crew, boarding, and the Sea Wolf rushing down toward the scene, Brandt, the Buccaneer, felt that. the battle was not to be won by him. But he urged on his men with desperate | courage, telling them to ‘‘hurl the honest dogs into the sea, and then seize the Sea Wolf.” But all to no purpose the few well-trained pirates fought, for their new shipmates were demoralized, and, after a few more minutes of hard fighting, the cutter was captured, ‘** Ho, the cutter!” cried Captain Meredith from the deck of the Sea Wolf, as she drew near. No answer was returned, and then Merle called out: ‘* Where is Lieutenant Branscombe?” ** Dead, sir,” replied a seaman, ‘Ahoy! the Sea Wolf,” answered back the middy. ‘“Do you need any aid?” ‘* No, sir; the cutter’s ours!” ‘Ts that you, Monte?” “* AN, BY, Sit” ‘“ Where is Branscombe?” *« Killed, sir.” ‘Then you take command of the cutter and bring her to anchor, and I will lay near you. “Ay, ay, sir,” and a few moments after the cutter, which had now forged far enough out from the land to feel the breeze, was luffed up and her anchor let fall. Quickly the Sea Wolf followed her ex- ample, and it was but a short time before Captain Meredith stepped on deck, and grasping the hand of Merle, said: ‘* Well, lad, you say poor Branscombe is dead?” ‘Yes, sir; Midshipman Ross says he was killed before he left his boat.” ‘‘Was his the boat that got that hard. hit and still held on and boarded first?” ‘‘No, sir; that was my boat, and I am sorry to sa that started with mé are alive,” said Merle, sorrowfully. “Well, my lad, they have met a brave sailor’s fate, and you have stepped another round up the ladder of promotion, for you took the cutter, and from greatly superior numbers, it seems,” and Captain Meredith cast his eyes over the sullen group of prison- ers standing in the cutter’s waist and securely guarded. “Tt was a short but hard fight, sir, and | would not have been won but for the prompt assistance of Midshipmen Ross and Langley and their crews,” frankly said Merle. **That’s right, Mr. Monte, give your ship- mates credit, and Ross, you tnd Langley shall not be forgotten, and T am glad I sent you two instead of Martin and Menken, who seemed so anxious to come. ‘But now let us see this Captain Brandt, dead or alive, and if the latter, I'll pledge him my word he will not a second time es- cape.” At the words of the captain diligent search was made for Brandt, the Buccaneer, Every man, living and dead, was closely scanned, but nowhere was to be found the chief. Max Maurice, his lieutenant, lay forward, | dying from a sword-thrust which Merle had given, him, but the most thorough search only served to show that Brandt, the Buc- caneer’s star of destiny was stil] bright and had not set in gloom. but five men out of the eighteen, CHAPTER XVII. THE MUTINY. THrovuGH the darkness of the night the Sea Wolf and cutter lay near foneeam and @ strong watch was kept upon the tured. craft, while Merle was left in comman With the break of day the dead were thrown into the sea, to find a sailor’s grave, and the pirate prisoners were heavily ironed and put in the hold of the Sea Wolf, while further search was made for Brandt, the Buccaneer. He was not among the dead, that was cer- tain, for Merle, who knew his face well, had scanned every one of the slain ere they were tossed overboard. He was certainly not in the sick-bay among the wounded, for all there had been stared at in the vain endeavor to find the missing chief. His men said they had seen him a moment before the cry arose for quarter, and none remembered to have seen him after that. ‘‘He doubtless slipped overboard. and swam ashore,” said Captain Meredith. ‘“That. was an easy task, sir, and. others may have gone with him, for the land is but half a mile distant,” answered Merle, to whom the remark had been addressed. *‘ Well, I hope he has not drowned, for I hope to see him live to be hanged,” and Cap- tain Meredith laughed lightly. ‘He will not drown, sir, for he was born to be hanged,” said the old. man whom the reader has before met. ‘Ah, you here, Mr. Belden? . Well, 1 must thank you for piloting us upon the enemy, and Midshipman Monte says you fought with marked gallantry in the attack on the cutter,” said Captain Meredith. “‘T tried to do my Caty, sir, and only re- gret that Brandt escaped. ‘* But he shall not escape me always. “You speak, Belden, as though you had personal cause for hating the buccaneer chief?” ‘“‘T have, sir,” and the old man turned away before the captain could say more, as though he cared not to be questioned upon the subject. ‘‘That is a strange old customer, Monte, and somehow I think I have met him before: but, for the life of me I cannot place him,” said the captain. ‘Tt seems to me also, sir, that I have met him before.” ‘Well, he did us a good turn, and though he appears to. be poor, he has too much pride to accept a-reward from me, which I told him I would give him, if we captured the cutter. ‘‘ By the way, I wish I could leave you in command of. the cutter to take her back to New Orleans, but I must give it to Lieutenant Graham, and you shall be his first luff, though neither of you seem to like each other very much.” Merle made no reply, but set about his duties, and an hour after the two vessels set sail and headed for the Mississippi Delta, on their way back to New Orleans. But hardly had they gone a league, when a severe storm swept over the Gulf, and the two vessels were soon lost to the sight of each Other, as Lieutenant Graham had put the cutter away to scud before the gale, while the Sea Wolf lay to to ride out the blow. Fearful of driving ahead too long on one | course, in that locality, Lieutenant Graham | wore round, an stripping the cutter of all canvas let go the anchors. , The gale had spent itself, and the anchors held the little craft without dragging, and thus the night passed away. With the morning land was visible off the port quarter, but the Sea Wolf was nowhere to be seen. ‘* Get up those anchors, Monte, and, as we are short of hands, set that lubberly ape of yours to work at the windlass,” ordered
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u Lieutenant Graham, in a tone that showed he would use his power, now that he was clothed in a little brief authority. Merle silently obeyed, though he saw at once the officer was taking advantage of his position, which he held for the time being. A word to Mezrak in the Persian tongue, and ‘the black obeyed by going to the wind- lass, where his great strength and quickness made the men fly round nimbly. Merle then went aft to attend to some duty, and Paul Martin took his place by the windlass, and he too showed that he was out from under his captain’s eye, and under one of his own style, for he cursed the rapidly flying seamen, and yelled out to Mezrak: ‘You great black imp, stir those bandy legs of yours, or I'll spruce them up with the cat. ‘‘ Here, boatswain, give me the cat, that I may scratch the back of this great black devil’s dog.” The boatswain silently handed over the in- strument of torture, known as the ‘‘ cat-o’- nine-tails,* and the midshipman stepped nearer, too blind to see the look of fierce de- fiance that flashed in the eyes of the black. Just then Merle returned, and Paul Mar- tin continued his abuse of Mezrak with: ‘If you don’t stir that ugly body of yours, you imp of Hades, I'll lay the cat on,” ‘Mr, Martin, my slave is working simply at my command, and it is not his duty, so kindly reserve your epithets and blows for those who deserve them,” said Merle calmly. ‘* Ha! you teach the wretch insurbordina- tion do you? Well, Lieutenant Graham shall hear of this,’’ hissed Paul Martin, and he raised the cat as though to strike. ‘Hold! I-warn you not to lay the lash on the back of that man,” and Merle’s voice rung out clear and determined. Feeling that Lieutenant Graham would protect him, and unheeding the warning, the reckless middy brought the lash down hard on the back of the giant negro. With the cry of an enraged hyena Mezrak sprung upon him, seized him in his powerful arms, and had Merle not reached forward and quickly spoken to the Abyssinian a few hasty words, then and there Paul Martin’s career would have ended. As the black hurled him from him, the now thoroughly frightened middy yelled lustily for help, until he felt he was now safe, and then he sung out: “Hol mutiny here, by the flag! Ho! men! seize that black hound and his white pet, and shoot them down if they resist!” phe men stood undecided, for they hated Paul Martin, and admired both Merle and his slave, and they knew that the reckless middy had provoked the trouble. At bay, as it were, stood Merle and Mez- rak, not knowing what might be done, and just then Lieutenant Graham, with a dozen men at his back, came rushing forward. “There stand the mutineers,” yelled Paul Martin, and without waiting to see who was in the wrong the officer charged upon Merle and the slave. ‘Back, sir! I am no mutineer, nor is Mez- - who punished that coward for a usless ow. “Back, I say!’ cried Merle, while he drew his sword and stood on the defensive, and Mezrak seized a capstan bar and stood also at bay. ‘‘ Ha! this is indeed mutiny! Seize them, men, and cut them down if they resist,”’ velled the lieutenant. . ~ “Hold! Lieutenant Graham, both Mez- rak and myself will submit, if you do not put us in irons. “We will let you make what) report you please to Captain Meredith, and abide the re- sult, if he decides against truth and justice; but do not urge the crew against us as though we were pirates at bay.” * At that time in general use in the navy. ee The Midshipman Mutineer. A score of voices half cheered Merle’s words, and, driven to frenzy at seeing the crew siding with him, Lieutenant Graham fairly shrieked: ‘Seize them, I say, or cut down that mutineer midshipman and his black shadow!” It was evident that he wished the latter order executed, that Merle and Mezrak could not tell their stories of the affair, and fearing to disobey, and urged on also by Paul Mar- tin, the seamen rushed in a body upon the midshipman and his slave at bay. ‘*Don’t let them kill us as they would cattle, Mezrak,” cried Merle, and instantly he ran his sword through the breast of a sea- man just in time to save his life, while, with one blow of the capstan-bar Mezrak laid three men upon the deck. But before the youth could withdraw his blade from the body in which it was sheathed, and the slave once more raise his bar, a score of men were upon them, and borne to the deck by weight of numbers, they were soon overpowered and heavily ironed, greatly to the regret of both Lieutenant Graham and, Paul Martin, who would gladly have had them slain. CHAPTER XVIII. DENOUNCED. It was certainly an exciting time on board the cutter after the victory of the lieutenant and midshipman over Merle and Mezrak. The affair had gone much further than either of the evil-disposed officers had wished, but having been pressed to a deadly and bitter alternative, they felt that they must brazen it out. They had hoped to excite Merle into some act or word that he could be made responsi- ble for to his commander; but the middy, when he struck Mezrak, had gone too far. The seamen generally sympathized with Merle and his be but the very word of mutiny had such a terror for them, that they felt forced to uphold the officer in command even in his wrong-doing, rather than the one who had selielian even though right. The vessel was held on her way toward the South-west Pass, and poor Merle and Mezrak were kept in irons, while Lieutenant Graham, with his middy chum, discussed the affair over and over again. ‘We've got to push them to the wall with all our might, and it will end with their both going to the yard-arm for killing seamen,” said the lieutenant. Below decks, though in irons, neither Merle or Mezrak seemed wholly cast down. ‘* Well, Mezrak, this is a bad business we have gotten ourselves into,” said Merle. “Master, Mezrak does not care for him- self, but for you.” , ** Never mind me, Mezrak, for I'll get out of the scrape, I guess.” ** Master, I was mad, for I never was hit a blow before.” ‘I know it, my faithful friend, and now that affairs have gone as far as they have, I almost regret not allowing you to kill him for striking you. “‘ Other and better men were killed through his act, and as death had to follow, I wish he had gone under.” ‘‘Ah, master, you had better let me kill him, and then I alone would have suffered; but, as it is, you also are in irons. ‘Oh! to think that I took oath to your noble father that I would protect and care for you, and my very act has put irons upon your wrists. ‘“*The thought maddens me!” and the face of the black worked with the feelings that seemed almost to overpower him. “Don’t s of it, Mezrak; but I wish now we had lived on our island, and never sought to leave it. “Twas my ambition to rise to a position, Sg a homeless boy, that has brought us to this,”’ li — pose we will be strang up to the master?” , * I sup yard-arm, ‘* Yes, I guess so.” ‘“Why, you did not take life, for I alone did it.” “Your goodness of heart leads Be to say so, Mezrak, for you know that did take life, and I am guilty with you, and shall suf- fer with you, be the penalty what it may.” ‘‘And escape with me,” said the slave, in a low tone; and the youth glanced quickly at him, but said nothing in reply, and a s- lence fell between them. In due time, the breeze holding good, the cutter ran up the river, and drop anchor in front of the Crescent City, the people ef which were wild with excitement, for al- ready had the Sea Wolf arrived, and, the news of her capture had spread far and wide. But, in the rejoicing at the capture of the cutter, all felt the deepest igi at the mys- terious escape of the chief, Brandt, and many shook their heads, and said he would again be heard of upon the high seas, The name of Merle Monte was also circu- lating through the town, as having again dis- wy himself, and Captain Meredith really felt most proud of his young protege, and signaled the cutter, as soon as she drop- ped anchor, for the midshipman to come on board, little dreaming of the terrible trouble that had taken place. “The captain has signaled for you to come on board, Monte, and the lieutenant bids me accompany you,” said Midshipman Martin to Merle. ** And Mezrak?” “Will go with you.” “* Very well, we are ready.” ‘“YouTl not be so ready when you know what is in store for you.” “Tt can be only death, and that I do not. fear to meet,” was the calm reply. A boat was now alongside, and Lieutenant Graham was only too willing to have the midshipman go, and first tell his story of the affair. Captain Meredith and several young offi- cers stood watching the coming boat, but not until the midshipman and his slave came over the gangway in irons did they realize that something fearful had happened. ‘‘Great Godi you, Monte, in irons, and your slave too? ’ ‘* What means this?” cried Captain Mere- dith, turning deadly pale. ‘* Midshipman Martin, sir, has an explana- tion to make,” said Merle, calmly. ‘‘Speak, Martin! What means this?” Martin’s face flushed and then paled, while he stammered: ‘*A mutiny, sir.” **Mutiny?” ** Yes, sir.” ‘‘And what had Monte to do with a mu- tiny?” “* He was the ringleader, sir.” ‘‘A ringleader? Be careful, Mr. Martin, what words you utter,” said Captain Mere- dith, sternly. “* It.is true, sir. ‘‘Mr. Merle Monte is a mutineer.” ‘A midshipman a mutineer?” and Cap- tain Mered th seemed to find it hard to real- - ize that he had heard aright, ‘S Veaarm ‘*T do: ot believe it.” ‘‘But, Vaptain Meredith, I—” ‘* Silence, sir, for there are twe sides to every story. ‘Speak, Monte, what have you to say?” ‘Midshipman Martin, Captain Meredith, has told the truth, for I am certainly guilty of causing trouble on board the cutter,” said Merle firmly. “‘Good Heaven! what trouble?” ‘I did it, sir, and I alone am to blame!” came in the deep tones of Mezrak. ‘‘Ah! you too in irons? Well, there has been trouble I see, “Speak, Monte, and explain.”
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12 “ We were gétting up anchor, sir, and Mez- rak here, had gone to the windlass, and was doing more than his share, when he was cursed by a midshipman, and instantly he re- sented the blow. '*€Orders were given to shoot him down, but I have found him too trie a friend to me, not to try to help him, and the result was the death of several of the crew at our hands, and our being overpowered and put in irons as you see.” This frank confession of the mutineer mid- shipman seemed to move Captain Meredith, and others who heard it, deeply, and he cried earnestly: ' ‘Oh Monte! Monte! this is indeed a bad business. “You and your slave have taken life, and I fear must suffer the direst punishment as | him all that had occurred, and the lieutenant | mutineers, but I will sift this matter to the bottom, and those guilty of driving you to desperation shall not escape free, I pledge you. ‘* Remove these prisoners below decks, and see that they do not escape,” ordered Captain Meredith sternly. Then turning to an under officer he said: ‘Go on board the cutter, sir, and relieve Lieutenant Graham of command, telling him I wish him to report in person at once to me. ‘‘ Midshipman Martin, I wish to see you in my cabin.” Martin turned pale, and to help his cause all in his power, he sung out: * Captain Meredith, there is another charge against Merle Monte, even more serious than mutineer, as I have proof of.” Merle turned quickly, as he was walking away, and said: “Well, sir, what other charge than the one to which I plead guilty, de you dare bring against me?” Captain Meredith seemed about to speak, when Midshipman Martin cried: ‘IT denounce Merle Monte as the son of Brandt, the Buccaneer.” CHAPTER XIX. CONDEMNED. No pen can describe the scene that followed the denouncing of Merle as the son of the buccaneer chief. Captain Meredith started, and a cry escaped li A loud exclamation broke from the mouths of officers and seamen alike, and the eyes of all were riveted upon two persons, Merle and his accuser. As for the one denounced he turned livid, and for 1 moment his face seemed as though carved in marble. Then there broke from him one ery: “* Liar!” With the utterance of that one word, in irons as he was, he darted forward and sprung upon his accuser, and his manacles fell heavily in the face of Martin, dropping him to the deck as though every spark of life had been taken from him. Once having given this blow, Merle be- came calm, while Martin was quickly raised to his feet again and gazed in a dazed way at his commander, ‘“Mr. Martin, do you mean your words?” asked Captain Meredith. **T do, sir,” and he wiped the blood from the _ on his forehead made by the irons. “You assert publicly that Merle Monte is the son of Brandt, the Buccaneer?” “*T do, sir.” ‘“* You will take oath that you so believe?” ‘TJ will, sir, and Midshipman Menken will bear me out in what I say.” ‘*Midshipman Menken will also make the same charge?” ** He will, sir.” “‘Mr. Menken, you heard this youth de- aounced just now as the son of that sea-curse, Brandt?” ‘*] did, Captain Meredith,” and Heber Menken stepped forward, The Midshipman Mutineer. a ‘Do you make the same charge?” **T do, sir.” “You have reason to believe you are right?” ‘*T have, sir.” “Then you and Mr, Martin will have to get your proof and appear before the tribunal that will try Mr. Monte for mutiny, and also investigate your accusation against his pirati- cal parentage. ‘* Lead the prisoners below, and Mr. Mar- tin, neither you or Mr. Menken are to leave the ship until I give you leave.” Captain Meredith then turned and entered | his cabin, just as Lieutenant Graham ar- rived on board, feeling in no mood to meet | his commander. In a few words Midshipman Menken told | entered the cabin. Closely did Captain Meredith question him on the mutiny and its causes, and though he felt sorry for Merle and Mezrak, and felt that they had been driven to the act, he knew that he must do his duty, and grieved that the young, handsome and gallant middy would have to end his promising career at the yard-arm. As to the charge of Merle being the son of Brandt, the Buccaneer, Captain Meredith tried to dismiss it without a thought; but Lieutenant Graham told him he had heard strong hints of the kind himself, and he felt convinced that the two midshipmen who made the startling accusation could bring proofs. ‘Tt will take the strongest proofs to con- vince me, Graham, and I believe it is their hatred that has caused them to listen to idle rumors about the boy, simply because his past life seems to be one of mystery and romance, and he has plenty of money to spend. ‘As for the mutiny, I no more uphold him in that than I do you and Martin for driving the negro to frenzy, and thus caus- ing Monte to strike in his defense.” ‘rom that moment a gloom seemed to fall upon the ship, and it was evident to all that Lieutenant Graham and Midshipmen Men- ken and Martin were more nervous about the approaching trial of Merle and Mezrak than they were themselves, At last the day of trial came round, and the officers of several vessels in port were on the court-martial. Pale, but calm, Merle appeared before them, and Mezrak showed no interest what- ever in the affair. The stories of Lieutenant Graham and Mid- shipman Martin were told in a nervous, but frank manner, and were attentively listened to. Then the seamen who were on the cutter told what they knew about the mutiny, and it was evident to all that the honest tars tried to smooth over the affair for Merle and Mezrak. Merle was then heard, and Mezrak also, and they had only to confess their guilt, as far as the killing of their shipmates was con- cerned, and then tell what had driven them to it. The death of the seamen at their hands none would, or could deny, and they were at once condemned as mutineers, to suffer the full penalty of the crime. “What have you to say, Midshipman Monte, why you should not suffer death?” asked the judge advocate. ‘Nothing, sir, for I know that I did wrong,” was the cool reply. «Then, sir, the decision of this court is that you be at once cashiered from the.ser- vice of your country, and in ten days’ time that you be strung up to the yard-arm as a mutineer, there to hang until you are dead, and may Heaven have mercy upon your guilty soul.” Merle bowed and resumed his seat, while the death sentence was also passed upon — neg = | Mezrak, who actually smiled as the judge advocate completed his words. ‘* Now, Captain Meredith, we will ex- amine into his second charge against the condemned man, which accuses him of be- ing the son of the Gulf Scourge, Brandt, the Buccaneer.” ‘Yes, sir; his accusers are Midshipmen Menken and Martin,” answered Captain Meredith, and Paul Martin was placed upon the witness stand. In a few words, and in a far more straight- forward way than that in which he had told of the mutiny, he spoke of his meeting, while with Midshipman Menken, a sailor in the restaurant up town, and the accidental hear- ing that Merle was a buccaneer’s son, and had been himself, in early boyhood life, 4 pirate on board his father’s vessel. Menken then told the same story, and yet the sailor who had told them the secret could not be found. There were many to believe all that was evil against the poor boy, while a few others felt for him in the iron chain of a cruel des- tiny, which held him in bondage forever. CHAPTER XX, MAN OVERBOARD. THERE was one thing that Captain Mere- dith got done for Merle and Mezrak, and tnat was his time of execution postponed un- til he could send an officer to Washington, and get a response from the Secretary of the Navy. Lawrence Langley was the midshipman selected for this duty, and, as there were no railroads in those days to whirl a messenger northward in less than a week’s time to Washington from New Orleans, he took » packet-ship sailing for Baltimore, the day after the sentence was passed upon the mut:- neer midshipman and his slave. In his letter to the Secretary, Captain Meredith had earnestly urged the early life of Merle, his gallant services, love for Mez- rak, and the provocation of officers who were envious of him, and had entreated a = from the President for the boy and is slave, even though the youth was dis- missed from the service. Lawrence Langley made a rapid run on, and presented his dispatches and letters in due time; but almost immediately was he sent back, and the words of the Secretary, after an interview with the President, told the young Middy that there was no hope for poor Merle, for the distinguished official had said: ** Now, sir, hurry away and you'll catch the outward bound packet which leaves Bal- timore in the morning, and I sincerely hope that the fate to be visited upon that hot- tempered youth will be a warning to the young men of our service to understand that they must learn to command themselves, be- fore they do others.” Lawrence Langley had of late taken a great fancy to Merle, and it was with a heavy heart that he set out upon his return. Upon reaching the ship, he was delighted to see a young offieer also in naval uniform, and at once introduced himself. He found his companion to be Passed Mid- shipman Roy Vernon, who was on his way to join his vessel at Havana, intending to take another ship from New Orleans to that port, he said. The a first day out the middies became fast friends, and greatly enjoyed the sail out of the harbor, with the frowning fortress of McHenry on their starboard, and the green hills of Catonville far beyond. Down the beautiful Chesa eake iy the stately and fast-sailing craft, and by the time she had drop Cape Henry astern, and was dashing through the waters of the Atlantic, the two midshipmen appeared to have known each other from mfaney, the bond of being sons of the sea, seeming to
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—~ bind them together in indissoluble chains of friendship. Roy Vernon told Lawrence Langley all about himself, and how he hoped to be an | admiral some day, and win a name second only to Paul Jones, while Midshipman Lang- ley seemed less ambitious, and would be content to become a Decatur or a Preble. But he told of his career too, and of the sad fate that was to befall a shipmate for mutiny, that had been forced upon him. He found in Midshipman Vernon a most | sympathetic friend indeed, and the two | youthful sailors were wont to pace the deck every night until a late hour, talking over | the misfortune of poor Merle, and hoping againgt hope that something might yet save | um. The day before the ship reached the Delta of the Mississippi, a severe storm struck her, which held on into the night, and the two | young friends remained on deck, anxious to be ready to lend their aid to the captain and crew should it be needed, Suddenly, above the storm arose the thrill- ing and startling cry: “Man overboard,” At once all was excitement, and yet noth- ing could be done to aid the unfortunate man. Soon it appeared that it was Lawrence Langley, and the story of his loss was soon told by his messmates. The two had been standing together aft, when a huge wave struck the ship, boarded, rushed along the deck with irresistible force, and when it had passed, Roy Vernon discov- ered that his friend was gone, and at once gave the cry of alarm, though he knew noth- ing could be done to save him. CHAPTER XXI. THE MIDDY’S MISSION. Caprarn Mayo MerepiTH paced the deck of the Sea Wolf, watching the running in to her anchorage, of a clipper-ship, which he knew to be one of the passenger vessels be- tween the ports of New Orleans and Balti- more, and a sister craft to the one in which Lawrence Langley had sailed some time be- ore, Although he hoped his messenger would £0 with all due haste, he hardly dared hope that he had been able to catch, on the return voyage, the vessel coming in. ut seeing, after she reached her anchor- age, that a boat was coming toward the cruiser, having just put off from the clipper, and an officer in uniform was in the stern- sheets, he muttered: ‘By Neptune! Langley has made it. “God grant that the President pardoned the poor boy!” Soon the boat reached the side of the Sea Wolf, and a young officer ascended the gang- way and approssned Captain Meredith. Raising is cap politely, he said: ‘Do L address Captain Meredith, sir?” “You do.” “Tam Passed Midshipman Roy Vernon, and have dispatches for you, sir, from the Secretary of the Navy.” “Ah! Mr. Vernon, I am glad to meet you; but I sent dispatches of a most important nature on by Midshipman Lawrence Lang- | ley.” “ Alas! sir, he will never return!” “What?” and Captain Meredith was great- | ly surprised. ” «Fe was returning with me, sir, when he | was lost overhoard, three nights ago, in a | storm.” ali “Poor, poor Langley! this is indeed most | sorrowful tidings you bring; but tell me, Mr. | Vernon, of the dispatches you bring me,” | and Captain Meredith led the way into the cabin, the middy following him. “Well, sir, cin Be have you for me?” and Captain Meredith, halting, motioned the young officer to a seat, and, throwing himself The Midshipman Mutineer. into his own easy-chair, held forth his hand for the dispatches. Two large sealed envelopes were handed to him, and breaking the seal, Captain Meredith | glanced over the contents, while he looked | troubled. ‘Are you acquainted with the nature of | these dispatches, Mr. Vernon?” “‘T am, sir.” ‘*Then you are aware that Mr. Langley’s trip was useless?” ** Yes, sir.” “The President not only refuses to pardon poor Monte, but orders him sent, with his slave, on to Washington?” SS eB Bie, ‘And you are to take charge of him?’ **T am, sir.” ‘“‘He says nothing of guards?” “‘T have men with me, sir, now on board the clipper.” ‘‘Ah yes; well, when do you propose sail- ing?” ; “‘The next clipper-packet goes in two days, sir, and I would like to return on her.” “You can do so, Mr. Vernon, and when you are ready to receive the prisoner, I will turn him over into your charge.” ‘* And the slave, sir?” ‘Oh, yes, and Mezrak too of course.” Respectfully declining the captain’s invita- tion to make the Sea Wolf his home, while in port, Roy Vernon went ashore and put up at a hotel. But, several hours before the sailing of the clipper-ship, he was on board the Sea Wolf, accompanied by four marines, to receive his . | prisoners. The long stay between decks had taken the color from Merle’s face; but he was stern and fearless looking, and Mezrak wore the same air of utter indifference to his fate, which had characterized him from the first. Captain Meredith bade both Merle and Mezrak a sorrowful farewell, and there were many sad faces among the crew, at sight of seeing the brave youth going to his death. They were soon on board the clipper, the anchor was dragged out of the muddy bottom of the Mississippi, and the vessel spread her snowy canvas and sped down the river on her northward voyage, while Roy Vernon paced her deck and gazed listlessly at the shore, and Merle, in the ps that surrounded him, pondered bitterly over his fate. CHAPTER XXII. A WELL-PLANNED PLOT. THe good ship Reindeer had begun to feel the swell of the Guif, and was bowling mer- rily along, having discharged her pilot an hour before, when Roy Vernon, who stood talking to her captain on the quarter-deck, suddenly started, and, with a hasty ejacula- tion darted into the cabin. The surprised captain wondered at his strange departure, anda moment after the midshipman returned. ‘Captain Mortlake, you must hail yonder fishing smack for me, sir, as I just find I have come off without my dispatches, having left them at my hotel.” **T hope we are not going to lose you for the voyage, Mr. Vernon,” said the captain. “T am sorry, sir, but it is imperative.” ‘Indeed! and your prisoners?” ‘*Must return with me.” ‘* Then you wish me to signal the smack?” **T do, sir.” The a vessel, a mile distant, and standing brisk] was at once signaled to head so as to meet the clipper ship. For awhile it seemed as though she was not going to notice the order; but soon after she altered her course, and in fifteen minutes more she was near enough to hail. “Ho, the smack!” shouted Roy Vernon, in seamanlike tones. ‘‘Ay, ay, the clipper!’ came back in a gruff voice. y down toward the Reindeer, 13 “| wish you to run me back to New Orleans.” “For gold, I will,” was the reply. ‘« All right; you shall have it,” ‘“«T want a cool hundred.” ‘« A hundred and fifty if you wish.” “ All right; luff up and I'll run close in.” The clipper was soon luffed up with the wind and lay to, and the smack stood close in until a line was cast to secure her. Upon the decks of the smack two old men and one boy were visible, and the craft looked as though her crew had had bad luck with fishing. The transfer of Vernon and his prisoners. was soon made, and regretting to lose a young comrade who had proven himself an agreeable companion, the captain of the clipper held on his course, while the smack put back toward the Delta of the Missis- sippi. inen boarding the smack Merle and Mez- rak had been placed in the small cabin, and there they had remained but half an heur when Roy Vernon entered. ‘‘Well, Midshipman Monte, I think I have done a most clever trick,” he said, with a smile.” ‘‘ What is that, sir?” asked Merle. ‘‘T have saved you and your slave from the yard-arm.” ‘Saved us?” asked Merle, in surprise. ** Yes.” ‘*‘T do not understand.” ‘* You are a mutineer?” “*T was,” ‘In that mutiny youand your slave killed several men?” ‘“ We were so unfortunate.” ‘* You were tried for your crime?” ae Yes. 7 ‘Found guilty?” ro Oe. ‘“And sentenced to death at the yard- arm?” Sa ‘‘Captain Meredith got the execution put off until he could send an officer to Wash- ington?” “So he told me.” ‘The officer did no <4 ‘So I have been told.” ‘* Well, sir, had that officer reached New Orleans with the dispatches he bore, ere this you would have been dead.” ‘*But you brought dispatches?” ““T brought what was taken as such; but my dear Monte, the papers I took to Captain Meredith were forged!” “* Forged?” ~, “*Don’t look so startled,” “You astound me,” ‘‘A mutineer astounded at forgery?” ““You forget you insult a prisoner in irons who is unable to resent your words.” ‘True; I beg pardon. “But I repeat, those dispatches were forgeries.” ‘** Explain, please.” ‘Well, Midshipman Monte, I am a clever hand with the pen, and I erased with acids the writing of those dispatches and wrote in what I wished.” ‘But why?” “To save you.” ‘But how could you save me?” ‘‘My orders, or rather those I wrote for myself, were to the effect that I should bring you in irons to Washington, there to be put to death. ‘* Now the real orders were that you should at once be executed, as an example to the young men of the service.” ‘‘But why have you done this?” asked the astonished Merle. “*T serve a master?” ** A master.” ** Yes.” ‘“ Who is he?” ‘You will soon see him.” * What interest has be in me?”
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14 ** Certainly.” ‘* You speak in mysterious tones.” ‘‘T'll try and explain: ‘Midshipman Langley was sent North with dispatches, and my master ordered me to go upon the same vessel.”’ “ And you did?” ‘Certainly, for I always obey orders. ‘Well, I formed the acquaintance of Mid- shipman Langley, and we became good friends on the trip North, and he was very kind + 9 me, for then I wore feminine attire.” sé a!’ ‘You read my secret.” ** You are a woman?” “ey am.” ‘*Go on with your story.” ‘Well, I got from Langley all he was go- ing for, and I determined to return with him, for that was what I was sent for. ‘In this disguise, and under the name of .a midshipman I once knew, I came back with Langley, and we became fast friends. “T tried to get him to join me in a plot to save you, and he indignantly refused, and threatened to betray me to the captain and have me put in irons for the rest of the voyage. ‘*T saw that he was in earnest, as soon as the storm was over, and then I determined to act, so I threw him into the sea.”’ ‘“* Great God!” “T did it to save myself, you know, Monte. ‘* Well, the day after I got hold of his dis- patches, altered them to suit myself, and then determined to play the bold game, which has gotten you into my power, along with your slave here.” “The guards?” ‘“* &re my men.” ‘* And where are you going now?” “Well, back to the city.” “And your motive in saving me?” ‘“*T leave that for my master to tell you, I may say my husband, for he is on board, having chartered this fishing smack for the very purpose of heading off the Reindeer.”’ As the daring person, who had played such a strange part, ceased speaking, she arose, and a man entered the cabin. ' One glance into that bold, handsome face, and Merle Monte, in spite of his nerve and habitual calm, uttered a cry, for he saw_be- fore him none other than Brandt, the Buc- caneer. CHAPTER XXIII. DEFIED AND DEFEATED. ‘““Werut, my lad, I am about the last man you expected, or cared to see just now?” said Brandt, the Buccaneer, in a pretended tone and manner of friendship, as he entered the cabin. “Yes, I was in hopes you were at the bot- tom of the sea,”’ was the bold reply. ‘*No such bad luck for me, or good luck for you.” ‘*So it seems.” “Well; I have saved you from the yard- arm.” ‘*T had a good motive.” ‘‘ You evidently played a bold and success- ful game.” “Oh! that was the woman’s game. “She is my wife, as she doubtless told you, but one who, believing me false to her, sought to kill me; but, as usual, Satan look- ed after his own, and saved me. “She fell into my power, and, with threats to kill her child, I made her do the clever work of getting you free, and she has won her freedom and the life of her child thereby, and I will land them and let them go their way.” ‘* And my slave and myself?’ asked Merle. ‘The Midshipman Mutineer. A Lt ET ‘That depends upon yourselves.” ‘* Well?” ‘You are free to go where you please, when you have done what I demand.” ‘* And that is—?” ‘*That you tell me a secret.” ‘* Ah! I know now all that you wish.” ‘It is to find the treasure | know your father, Montezuma, possessed, and which that black hid on some island, where the yacht was wrecked, and where you were my up.” ‘Well, you will never know.” ‘You mean it?” **T do.” *T will give you your life, and let you take half the treasure.” ‘‘No.” ‘“‘T will torture you to death, if you re- fuse.” **T refuse.” ' An impatient oath escaped the lips of the man, and he turned to Mezrak, ‘* You will not be so foolish?” he said. ‘“Mezrak has no fear of death,” was the quiet reply of the slave, who had been a si- lent, but attentive listener to all that had passed. ‘** But you have of torture?” ** Mezrak cares not for pain.” ‘*T will cut your tongue out!” Mezrak shook his head. “Tf you do not tell, I will burn your eyes out!” Mezrak smiled, “‘Ah! but I will torture you both until you shriek forth in your agony the secret I would know.”’ “Try us,” said Merle, contemptuously. ‘* Boy, see what you throw away!” “T know,.”’ ‘‘That treasure is worth millions, for I know well its value.” ‘*And so do I.” ‘‘ Half of it will give you a fortune beyond that of a prince, and you can go to Europe and remain until you grow to manhood, and then no one will Sai you as the mutineer midshipman, and you can revel in your gold. ‘“You are brave, for I remember well our courage; and my vessel would not Core been taken that night but for your daring.” Thank you.” “You need not thank me, for I speak but the truth. “‘T tried to beat you back, for I did not wish to kill you, asI could have done, for the secret of the treasure would die with you; but you fought like an enna tiger, and finding my vessel was lost, I slipped into the sea, followed by a few men, and swam ashore.” ““T hoped you had drowned.” ‘No, I guess I was born to be hanged; but we will see. ‘‘Now tell me, do you and this black slave refuse to divulge the secret of where lies that island where your treasure is buried?” “I do.” ‘‘ And the master knows well that no tor- ture can wring from me the secret,” answered Mezrak. ‘Well, we shall see.” ‘es Yes l’ ‘“‘ Now my plan is to run this craft back to New Orleans, and first set Victorie, my wife, and her child free, for I shall keep my word to her, as she so cleverly got you into my power.” “It will be the first act of justice you were ever guilty of, I’ll warrant,” said Merle, boldly. ‘* It shall be the last. . ‘‘ But to my story. After I have disposed of hef, I shall cut out the cutter again, and set sail in her, for I have a comrade now getting me a good crew, and in “her I shall put to sea, carrying you and Mezrak with me. ‘If so you will then, we will head for the Treasure Island, and I will keep my word with you. “Tf you refuse, then I shall again hoist the black flag, and you will be responsible for the red deeds of Brandt, the Buccaneer.” “‘Oh, my conscience will not trouble me for your acts?” “But you will regret not doing as 1 ask rou. “Bah! I will regret nothing. The envy and hatred of several. brother officers made me a mutineer, and I have been tried and sentenced for my crime, and poor Mezrak with me. “You have succeeded in getting us into your power, through the plot of a clever woman, who ruined, ay murdered poor Langley, to save her child from your cruelty, and you threaten me with death if I refuse to divulge the secret of where my treasure lies hidden. ‘‘ Branded as a mutineer I care not for life, so your threats of death hold no terror for me.” ‘* But torture shall,” ‘No, you can not force my lips to speak, and Mezrak you will find even more firm than I.” “Well, your escape will soon be known, and I shali spread it around that you are in- deed my son, and that J aided you to escape. ‘*Then I shall let it be known that you cut the cutter out, and that J, Brandt, the Buc- caneer, was killed, and that you, Merle Mon- tezuma, are the pirate whose red deeds will spread terror the world over.”’ **No, no, you will not, bad as you are, do this,” cried Merle. “Tt is just what I shall do, boy. ‘* Piracy is about ended’on the high seas, and in a year donger, perhaps a shorter time, a black flag will not be found upon the waters. ‘But I know well the seas, and for a long time I will elude all pursuit and run my red way until I have gained treasure enough to live on; but mark me, boy, you will be be- lieved to be the pirate, for the world will not know that you and your black slave are chained to the floor of my cabin, dying by inches. ‘‘Now you know what to expect, so talk with the black and decide what you will do.” ‘‘Master has no need to ask Mezrak, for he knows what is in my heart.” ‘Bravo Mezrak,” cried Merle. «‘If master wishes to save his life, let him tell where lies the island; but the lips of Mez- rak will never speak the secret, nor the hands of Mezrak hold the tiller that guides a vessel there that is not commanded by my master.” Merle said simply: ““You have heard, Sir Pirate.” With a bitter oath Brandt arose and left the cabin. CHAPTER XXIV. A DOUBLE SURPRISE. Ir was but ten days after the sailing of the clipper ship, in which the pretended Midshipman Roy Vernon had sailed with his prisoners, that one of the line of vessels came up the river, and dropped anchor in front of the city. | It was evident that the vessel had been in collision with another craft, as her bows were badly stove in, and her bulwarkr °°*- tered. Soon it became known that she had ool- lided in a dense fog with the outward going clipper ship of the same line, and that the other thea bad been so badly damaged that she sunk soon after, though all the sengers were saved and brought back to port. ; Alarmed at the report Captain Meredith /
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visited the vessel to ascertain some news re- garding Merle and Midshipman Vernon. He soon returned on board the Sea Wolf with a troubled face, for he had learned of the mysterious departure of the midshipman, his prisoners and guard, As he had delivered the dispatches in per- son to the pretended middy, he knew that he could not have left them. And why had they not come back to the ge, he weather had been fair, the smack when boarded, near the Delta, and she should have returned a week before. Then Captain Meredith read over his dis- patches, and by examining them carefully he saw that the seals and paper had been tampered with. Holding the paper up to a light, he dis- covered erasures, and at once he knew some- thing was wrong. Going ashore, he heard a startling rumor, that it was reported how Brandt, the Buc- caneer, had, 4 a most clever ruse, rescued his son from the clipper ship. Returning on board the Sea Wolf, Captain Meredith ordered his senior lieutenant to go on board the cutter, which was lying near, and instantly fit her out for sea, while he would see that a crew was enlisted for her in the town. The officer obeyed his orders with alacrity, and in three days’ time the pretty and war- like little Sea Serpent was ready to sail, and all that was needed was the coming on board of her crew which had been enlisted for her. Then, to add still more to the c in of pee gee Meredith, a vessel arrived with the mails and brought dispatches from Washing- ton, saying that it was hoped by the Govern- ment that the death sentence on Merle, the mutineer midshipman, had been immediately carried out upon the return of Midshipman Lawrence Langley with orders to that effect. Then Captain Meredith knew that he had been cruelly deceived by Roy Vernon, and felt that after all Merle had been rescued by Brandt, the Buccaneer, who must be, as rumor said, the father of the youth. For Merle’s sake, loving the boy as he did, he was glad that he had escaped death; but yet he dreaded, with such a father, what the boy’s future might be. The next day the Sea Serpent was to re- ceive her full complement of men and set sail, and Captain Meredith went to his cabin to prepare his dispatches. t was a nasty night on the river, for the wind was ae hard, and a driving mist made the vessels in the stream invisible even at their own length away. Plc ey se were hone voices heard on ; and has ascending, ‘ dith had another wurseiee Be epee Mere A boat belonging to a merchant craft had just come alongside, and the mate in it, who was returning from the shore on board his vessel, had seen half a dozen boats, crowded with men, suddenly board the cutter lying the eighth of a mile down the river, cut her cables and set sail, while on board were heard angry voices, then orders and the clash of steel. Bhs gs ahoy! all hands to gress sail!” ye tain, and, in spite of the storm, the Sea Wolf waz at once - busy scene of a But, ere she swung loose, to start in pur- suit, another boat ran alongside, and in it was the officer who had commanded the cut- ter, and the half score of men who were vie aa ida Bia na few words Story was f how he had been in his cabin, wen ss Sal he was confronted by half a dozen masked men. He had resisted and called to his men: but the fight was too unequal, the cables’ had been cut, and the vessel was under sail and bx ed down stream, with over sixty pirates He had been bustied into a boat, with his The Midshipman Mutineer. men, and told to pull for the cruiser, with the information to Captain Meredith that Merle, the mutineer midshipman, was cap- tain of the Sea Serpent, and he would sail under the black flag in future, as he had | been condemned to death under the stars and ripes. Dia Merle Monte give you this message for me?” asked Captain Meredith in a trem- bling voice. ‘*No, sir, but he sent an officer to me with the message,”’ was the reply. ** Did you see Merle Monte?” “T did, sir.” ‘* He was then the chief?” | j 15 LE AND ADAMS’ . BEAD STANDARD DIME PUBLICATIONS. Speakers. BEADLE AND ApaMs have now on therr lists the fol- lowing highly desirable attractive text-books, schools, families, prepared expressly for ete. Each large tpeaes, printed from clear, volume contains 1 open type, comprisi collections of Dia- logues, Dramas and tations, (bur ue, comic | and otherwise.) The Dime ers for the season “He was in the cabin, and Mezrak was | with him, sir. “ As we stood near the cabin-companion- | way, while my men were getting into the boat, the pirate officer who had charge of me | said: make a fearful name upon the sea.’ ” ‘*T looked into the cabin, and my eyes fell upon the mutineer midshipman.” ‘““ There was no mistake?” ** None, sir.” “Poor, misguided boy; well, let us go in pursuit at once,” said the captain, sadly. And down the river, through the darkness and storm, sped the Sea Wolf, in chase of the captured cutter, now over a league ahead. But when the dawn broke the cruiser found that the cutter had gained greatly, and none on board the Sea Wolf ever saw the little craft again. Some said she was sunk on a reef, others that she was none other than the Floating Feather, a pirate craft that. was the last keel over which the black flag floated in the Gulf of Mexico. 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The Boy Runaway; or, THe BuccANEER oF THE Bay, Lieut. H. D. Perry, U.S.N. Nobby Nick of Nevada, k. L. Wheeler. Old Solitary. By Oli Coomes. : Bob Rockett, raz Bank Runner, Morris. Whe Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Wet Kept. » Lieut. H. D. Perry, U.S. N. fild Frank, THE Buckskr_ Bravo; or, Lapy Lity’s Love. by Edward L. Wheeler. 2 Little Murricane, tae Boy Captain. By Oll Coomes. Lal 3 The Hidden Hand, By Chas. Morris. 4 The Boy Trailers. By Badger, Jr. CCM SUukOWHKH C$OBDAD Vk SH. “OCD oe — me el oe — a ee — ee = a ~_ _ a DO DW MW MWakaak ahakak-Esd-F EBAAD AND ABD ABorer ice me _ ee ee -—— ee eo oes Dt Ae —_——] BEADLPF's | HALF-DIME | LIBRARY. | ow Evil Eye, Kixe or Catrie THieves; or, Tae VULTURES OF THE R10 GranvE. By F. Dumont. Cool Desmond, By Col. Delle Sara. Fred Halyard, raz Liye Boar Boy; or, THE SMUGGLERS OF THE INLET. By C. Morris. Ned Temple, THe Borprer Boy. Harbaugh. Bob Rockett, tHe Cricksman. By Morris. Bondy Darke. By Wm. RB. Eyster. Buffalo Billy, THe Boy BUuLLWHACKER. By Capt. A. B. Taylor, U. 8. A, Captain Kit. By Lieut. H. D, Perry,U.S.N. Captain Mask, Tar Lavy Roap-AGEnt; or, PaTENT-LEATHER Jo's DEFEAT. By Warne. Buffalo Bill’s Bet. By Captain Taylor. Deadwood Dick’s Dream, By Wheeler. Shadowed; or, Bos Rockert’s Figur For Lirr. : By Charles Morris. Little Grit, raz Witp Rimmer. By Ingraham. Arkansaw, THE MAN witH THE KNIFE By T. C. Harbaugh. 199 Featherweight. By Edward Willett. By Whittaker. CS COBMD OHO « we KOoOSCem AS 200 The Boy Bedouins. The Black Hills Jezebel; or, Dap woop Dick’s Warp. By Edward lL, Wheeler. | 202 Prospect Pete, or THe Boy Brigape; or, A Trump Cardy; or, Wim. WiLprire Wins | THe Youne OvTLaw Hunters. By Oll Coomes. 203 The Boy Pards. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 204 Gold Plume, THE Boy Banprr. Ingraham. Deadwood Dick’s Doom. By Wheeler. 06 Dark Paul, Trax Tiger Kine. By C. Morris. Navajo Nick, THE Boy GoLp HunTeR. A Tale of Arizona. By T. C, Harbengh. 208 The Boy Hercules. By Oll Coomes. 209 Fritz, THe Bounp-Boy Derectrvy. Wheeler. 210 Faro Frank of High Pine. By Eyster. Crooked Cale, THE CALIBAN oF CELESTIAL Crry. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 212 Dashing Dave, THE Danpy Detecrive. By Charles Morris. 213 Fritz to the Front. By E. L. Wheeler. 214 Wolfgang, tHe Rogpser or THE Rane By Captain Frederick Whittaker. 215 eK Bullet, tHe Rarer Kive. By T. C. Harbaugh. 216 Bison Bill, rae Prince or THE REINs. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 217 Captain Crack-Shot, i: E. L. Wheeler. 218 Tiger Tom, THe Texan Terror. By Ol) Coomes, 219 Despard, the Duelist, By P. 8. Warne. 220 Tom Tanner, SCALAWAG AND SCAPEGRACE. By Charles Morris. 221 Sugar Coated Sam. By E. L. Wheeler. 222 Grit, the Bravo Sport. By Ingraham. 223 Ozark Alf, Kino or THE Houreane By Edward Willett. 224 Dashing Dick; or, Trapper Tom’s CasTir. By Oll Coomes. 225 Sam Charcoal, the Premium Dar- ky. By Charles Morris. 226 Snoozer, THE Boy SHarp. By FE. L. Wheeler. 227 Dusky Darrell, Trapper. By E. Emerson. 228 Little Wildfire. By Ol) Coomes. 229 Crimson Kate, THE Girt Trat_re. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 230 The Vankee Rajah. By C.D. Clark. 231 Plucky Phil, or THE Mounram Tra. By T. C. Harbaugh. 232 Gold-Dust Dick. By E. L. Wheeler. 233 Joe Buck, of Angels, axp_ His Boy Parp PavL POWDERHORN. By Albert W. Aiken. 234 Old BRocky’s ** Boyees;” or, Bento, THE Youna Horse-Breaker. By Buckskin Sam. 235 Shadow Sam, THE MessEncer Boy; or, TURNING THE TABLES. By Charles Morris. 236 Apollo Bill, THe Tram Tornapo. ' By Eid- ward L. Wheeler. 237 Lone Star, the Cowboy Captain ; or, THe Mysterious Rancueno, By P. Ingraham. 238 The Parson Detective; or, Lire SHOCKY, THE RANGER OF RAVEN Roost. By Oll Coomes. 239 The Gold-seeker Guide; or, Tae Lost Mountain. By Captain Mayne Reid. 240 Cyclone Kit, By Edward L. Wheeler. 241 Bill Bravo and His Bear Pards. By T. C. Harbaugh, 242 The Two ‘* Bloods*; or, SHENANDOAB Briu and His Gane. By Charles Morris. 243 The Disguised Guide}; or, Wap Ravzx, THE RANGER OF THE NortH., By _Oll Coomes. 244 Sierra Sam, rar Frontier Ferret. By Edward L. Wheeler. 245 Merle, the Middy; or, Tae Her or an OcEAN FREELANCE. By Col. P. Ingraham, 246 Giant George; or, THE ANG’L OF THE Ranae. By “ Buckskin 8am,” (Major Sam 8. Hall.) 247 Old Grizzly and is Pets; or, Tax Wiip Huntress of THE His, By Captain “Bruin” Adams. Ready April 18th. 248 Sierra Sam’s Secret. By Edward L. Wheeler. Ready April 25th. 249 Milo Romer, THE Animan Kava; or, Tur RounD THE WorLD WANDERER. By Captain Frederick Whittaker. Ready May 2a. 250 Midshipman Mutineers; or, BRanpt, THE BUCCANEER. By Col. Prentiss Ingrabam 251 Light-house Lige; or, OscBOLA, THE FIREBRAND OF THE retaprs. By Captain J. F. C. Adams. 252 Dick of Dakota Cuicaco, By Chas. 253 Sierra Sam Novel No. L, Wheeler. Ready May 30th. A new issue every week. 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