University of San Francisco - USF Don Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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M. F. Welch W. W. Jacka C. W. Haswell J. J. McEntee

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26 THE IGX ATI AX a fool, as the hours slowly passed by. But suddenly there came the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The two men, who had been left to watch me, sprang up and peeked through a crack in the door. Then, without paying any attention to me, they ran to one corner of the room, pulled up a trap door in the floor, and disappeared through the opening. A moment later came loud knocks on the door. “ ‘It’s locked 1 shouted. ‘You’ll have to break it down They followed my instructions, and within a few minutes a captain of police and four burly officers were in the room, looseivng the ropes that held me a prisoner.” O’Toole paused a second to dispose of the remains of the Havana, which by this time had burned down and gone out. “I’ll say she was some kid,” commented Rogers. “Did you ever see her again?” “Yes, continued O’Toole, ‘that night. In fact twenty minutes after I was freed I arrived at the Central Police Station, and found her there waiting for me.” “Waiting for you’ ” evclaimcd Rogers. “Yes, waiting for me. And she had McGregor too. You see, she was the—well the fiancee of the young fellow in Washington who was suspected of the theft. She was working to clear him. She got a tip somehow or other as to who had the plates, but couldn’t locate them. Then she thought of using me. She figured it out that if she could get them to move they would take the plates with them. W ell she went to McGregor and pretended to be a friend. She told him that the ‘Service’ was wise to him, and he believed her. She told him that I was coming there at a certain time to nab him. and suggested that he grab me. and use my pass to skip the country. You know how I fell in with her scheme. But the best part of it was that as soon as McGregor got mv pass, he made a wild dash for the plates, intending to get out of the country. She followed with a plain clothes man, and nabbed him with the goods. Some girl, eh?” “You said something.” agreed Rogers. '. Harrell Dalv.

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pratr Fifty and two of a pirate crew, we had scoured the southern main; Fifty and two whose pennon flew wherever the breath of a trade wind blew. Whose sinister craft the galleons knew and the frigates chased in vain. And every shore our pathway turned. And every road we crost Could point our track in hamlets burned And stately vessels lost. We showed our mast to the cringing craft, a mile from Port of Spain ur guns made Portsmouth's turrets rock A frigate shrank from our battle shock When we fought through the line at Poston Dock And were oft to the seas again. nd from every raid a trip we made to the port of Sant Marie: The only spot where the pirate paid for wine or food or hostel shade. Where, rousing. pla ed the roving blade that had scourged the stretching sea Under their fortress guns we rode. Unharmed, though they knew our trade And the booty our courage won, they stowed In the coffers our hearts had made: Gaih we spent to the last red cent, our bounty full and free. Smiling, they won our blood-bought jack, Safe from the fear of storm and sack. That the stranger knew: and paid us back From the measure of treachery.