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“Wasn’t the captain’s clothes big for him?” asked B. Franklin Jenkins, anxiously.

The janitor eyed young Jenkins with pained dignity.

“Didn’t I say the Rooshin captain was a small, a very small man? Rooshins is small, likewise Greeks.”

A noble enthusiasm beamed in the faces of the youthful heroes.

“Was Barlow as large as me?” asked C. F. Hall Golightly, lifting his curls from his Jove-like brow.

“Yes; but then he hed hed, so to speak, experiences. It was allowed that he had pizened his schoolmaster afore he went to sea. But it’s dry talking, boys.”

Golightly drew a flask from his jacket and handed it to the janitor. It was his father’s best brandy. The heart of the honest old seaman was touched.

“Bless ye, my own pirate boy!” he said, in a voice suffocating with emotion.

“I’ve got some tobacco,” said the youthful Jenkins, “but it’s fine-cut; I use only that now.”

“I kin buy some plug at the corner grocery,” said Pirate Jim, “only I left my port-money at home.”

“Take this watch,” said young Golightly; “it is my father’s. Since he became a tyrant and usurper, and forced me to join a corsair’s band, I’ve began by dividing the property.”

“This is idle trifling,” said young Chitterlings, mildly. “Every moment is precious. Is this an hour to give to wine and wassail? Ha, we want action–action! We must strike the blow for freedom to-night–aye, this very night. The scow is already anchored in the mill-dam, freighted with provisions for a three months’ voyage. I have a black flag in my pocket. Why, then, this cowardly delay?”

The two elder youths turned with a slight feeling of awe and shame to gaze on the glowing cheeks, and high, haughty crest of their youngest comrade–the bright, the beautiful Bromley Chitterlings. Alas! that very moment of forgetfulness and mutual admiration was fraught with danger. A thin, dyspeptic, half-starved tutor approached.

“It is time to resume your studies, young gentlemen,” he said, with fiendish politeness.

They were his last words on earth.

“Down, tyrant!” screamed Chitterlings.

“Sic him–I mean, Sic semper tyrannis!” said the classical Golightly.

A heavy blow on the head from a base-ball bat, and the rapid projection of a base ball against his empty stomach, brought the tutor a limp and lifeless mass to the ground. Golightly shuddered. Let not my young readers blame him too rashly. It was his first homicide.

“Search his pockets,” said the practical Jenkins.

They did so, and found nothing but a Harvard Triennial Catalogue.

“Let us fly,” said Jenkins.

“Forward to the boats!” cried the enthusiastic Chitterlings.

But C. F. Hall Golightly stood gazing thoughtfully at the prostrate tutor.

“This,” he said calmly, “is the result of a too free government and the common school system. What the country needs is reform. I cannot go with you, boys.”

“Traitor!” screamed the others.

C. F. H. Golightly smiled sadly.

“You know me not. I shall not become a pirate–but a Congressman!”

Jenkins and Chitterlings turned pale.

“I have already organized two caucuses in a base ball club, and bribed the delegates of another. Nay, turn not away. Let us be friends, pursuing through various ways one common end. Farewell!” They shook hands.

“But where is Pirate Jim?” asked Jenkins.

“He left us but for a moment to raise money on the watch to purchase armament for the scow. Farewell!”

And so the gallant, youthful spirits parted, bright with the sunrise of hope.

That night a conflagration raged in Doemville. The Doemville Academy, mysteriously fired, first fell a victim to the devouring element. The candy shop and cigar store, both holding heavy liabilities against the academy, quickly followed. By the lurid gleams of the flames, a long, low, sloop-rigged scow, with every mast gone except one, slowly worked her way out of the mill-dam towards the Sound. The next day three boys were missing–C. F. Hall Golightly, B. F. Jenkins, and Bromley Chitterlings. Had they perished in the flames who shall say? Enough that never more under these names did they again appear in the homes of their ancestors.