Forbidden Cargoes

, closely followed by the giant Carib, emerging from the jungle caught their first look at the l

le edifice had stood a mournful sight now met their eyes. The magnificent, century old c

cried. "They

"At the first shock they would run from t

r cacti that tore their flesh, they sprang away over the intervening space that la

ood friends, the family of the last Don, gathered up

uch a moment of great sadness, the

pon the ground in various attitudes of sleep were the servants. Not so the family. The aged grandmother sat rocking gently back and forth. The last of the Dons, who had returned from a t

ragedy could be quite complete, for was she not young and beautiful? Was not all the world fresh and new? Strong she was, too, and brave

The rain shall fall gently upon our roof, the breeze shall play with my hair as I sit in our little castle of bamboo. The jaguar may look in upon us at night and the little wild pigs go grunting a

red the courage of this chi

ments of a tale that had come to his ears, the tale of the firs

ilding which the rude shock of nature has wrecked," h

rocky ledge just as the earthquake shook the world down upon my head. I wonder if that passa

During the previous day he had been taken to the boy's room. There he had seen costly toilet arti

en does he chance to be here so far from the home of o

You see I am to be-" He paused, did not finish the sentence, stared away at the moon for a moment, then said quietly, as if the sentence he had not finished had really never been begun, "Uncle has had but one rule in all his trav

nod

Carib will go,

ished very much to return. He did not wish to go alone, had hoped that his new found friend might return with him. The story h

g of a tale of buccaneers and Spanish gold tha

o appeared to understand Spanish as well as he did his mother tongue, interpreted so skillfully that it seemed

as the tal

azar, who had amassed a comfortable fortune as a trader in old Madrid, but in whose veins coursed the spir

America, but soon made his way over the

ec gold, nor did he lend aid to those shameful robberies of nati

oped to be forever safe from British and Scotch b

ner for the purpose of pearl fishing. Hiring divers and securing the protection of a Spanish man-of-war,

hoicest were kept in a box of beaten silver beneath the berth in

way for sunny Spain. Then who cares what further riches the New World may still hold? But

r sky, one day as Ramon Salazar dined with the commander of the man-of-war, a boat load of marauders boarded the pearl fishing schooner, overpowered those on

hat held the pearls?" Pant

. Who can say? It was of beaten silver, perhaps as long a

hought to himself. "Surely I mus

must be attended to. I must not forget my grandfather, my photograph, and the chicle

itched and shrill. "God confounded them. The man-of-war fired a shot th

. He took his box of pearls ashore. He did not return to Spain

. "Morgan, the most bloodthirsty and cruel monster that ever saile

A first faint flush of light along th

em, "Morgan did not get the beaten silver box of pearls. Had

le well. He could not have gotten lost in it. Yet he never returned. Somewhere-" He arose to fling his arms wide in a dr

l asleep. But Pant stared at the dawn. He was thinking of the time when he mi

eaving his grandfather's office to plunge in the jungle, and the curious note he had left for Johnny Thompson. Had Johnny returned? Had he found the no

hich was to bring them close together, yet to keep them apart fo