It was very interesting--he wondered what odds O'Leary would have
laid against the man.
In another moment the wave would come. Billy glanced at the open cabin
hatch. That would never do--the cabin would be flooded with tons of
water should the next wave find the hatch still open. Billy closed
it. Then he looked again toward Theriere. The man was just recovering
consciousness--and the wave was coming.
Something stirred within Billy Byrne. It gripped him and made him act
quickly as though by instinct to do something that no one, Billy himself
least of all, would have suspected that the Grand Avenue mucker would
have been capable of.
Across the deck Theriere was dragging himself painfully to his hands and
knees, as though to attempt the impossible feat of crawling back to the
cabin hatch. The wave was almost upon Billy. In a moment it would engulf
him, and then rush on across him to tear Theriere from the deck and hurl
him beyond the ship into the tumbling, watery, chaos of the sea.
The mucker saw all this, and in the instant he launched himself toward
the man for whom he had no use, whose kind he hated, reaching him as
the great wave broke over them, crushing them to the deck, choking and
For a moment they were buried in the swirling maelstrom, and then as the
Halfmoon rose again, shaking the watery enemy from her back, the two men
were disclosed--Theriere half over the ship's side--the mucker clinging
to him with one hand, the other clutching desperately at a huge cleat
upon the gunwale.
Byrne dragged the mate to the deck, and then slowly and with infinite
difficulty across it to the cabin hatch. Through it he pushed the man,
tumbling after him and closing the aperture just as another wave swept
Theriere was conscious and but little the worse for his experience,
though badly bruised. He looked at the mucker in astonishment as the two
faced each other in the cabin.
"I don't know why you did it," said Theriere.
"Neither do I," replied Billy Byrne.
"I shall not forget it, Byrne," said the officer.
"Yeh'd better," answered Billy, turning away.
The mucker was extremely puzzled to account for his act. He did not look
upon it at all as a piece of heroism; but rather as a "fool play" which
he should be ashamed of. The very idea! Saving the life of a gink who,
despite his brutal ways, belonged to the much-despised "highbrow" class.
Billy was peeved with himself.
Theriere, for his part, was surprised at the unexpected heroism of
The young man never had been affiliated with the gang, as his escutcheon was defiled with a record of steady employment.Page 2
He accompanied him to many mills, and on one glorious occasion occupied a position in the coming champion's corner.Page 18
I've a plan of my own, an' it won't take but three or four of us to put it across.Page 25
"Keep quiet," commanded Skipper Simms, "an' there won't none of you get hurted.Page 27
These things attended to, Skipper Simms with the balance of his own crew and six of the crew of the Lotus.Page 40
"Now will you come out if I can square the thing with the skipper so's you won't get more than a day or so in irons--he'll have to give you something to save his own face; but I promise that you'll get your food regularly and that you won't be beaten up the way you were before when he had you below.Page 82
"Hadn't we better wait for them to catch up with us? Four can do a whole lot more than two.Page 93
And now Oda Iseka took in the situation, and with a grin of triumph raised his voice in a loud halloo.Page 99
They had entered the little amphitheater through a narrow, rocky pass in the bottom of which the tiny stream flowed, and now, weak and tired, the mucker was forced to admit that he could go no farther.Page 120
Can you walk, Mallory?" Mallory staggered to his feet.Page 133
Cassidy wired a challenge to the Negro's manager, and received an answer that was most favorable.Page 134
" Smith faded quickly from the scene.Page 146
Billy closed his eyes tight as though in physical pain.Page 182
As they were mounting Billy leaned toward Bridge and whispered: "I'll get these guys, pal--watch me," he said.Page 187
" "All right, bo," cried Billy, good-naturedly.Page 195
They was only a few of them but they croaked the whole bloomin' six o' mine.Page 197
And at such a time! Scarce a day passed without its rumors or reports of new affronts and even atrocities being perpetrated upon American residents of Mexico.Page 219
"One of Pesita's officers rode him--an Americano.Page 229
Conditions were just as he had pictured they would be.Page 254
Now he was riding once again for Pesita; but this time he would bear the information himself.