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قراءة كتاب Hell's Hatches
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HELL'S HATCHES
NEW FICTION
By Alexander Macfarlan
THE SYRENS
By Dot Allan
OLD MAN'S YOUTH
By William de Morgan
THE PURPLE HEIGHTS
By M. C. Oemler
HAGAR'S HOARD
By George Kibbe Turner
THE VILLA OF THE PEACOCK
By Richard Dehan
IN CHANCERY
By John Galsworthy
SNOW OVER ELDEN
By Thomas Moult
EUDOCIA
By Eden Phillpotts
LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN
21, Bedford Street, W.C. 2
![HELL'S HATCHES BY LEWIS R. FREEMAN Author of "In the Tracks of the Trades," etc. [Illustration: 1921] LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN HELL'S HATCHES BY LEWIS R. FREEMAN Author of "In the Tracks of the Trades," etc. [Illustration: 1921] LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN](@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@44632@44632-h@images@illo_003.jpg)
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I A Reputation Questioned 1
II Hard-Bit Derelicts 10
III The Girl Herself 25
IV "Slant" Allen Retires Again 38
V A Ship of Death 50
VI Compulsory Volunteering 65
VII Rona Comes Aboard 80
VIII I Leave the Island 93
IX A Grim Tale of the Sea 106
X Art and Suspense 124
XI A Hero's Homecoming 142
XII A Bad Man's Plea 180
XIII The Scene of the Final Drama 193
XIV Hell's Hatches Off 206
XV The Face 220
XVI A Sudden Visitor 231
XVII Down the Flume 255
XVIII The Masterpiece 268
XIX After All 282
HELL'S HATCHES
CHAPTER I
A REPUTATION QUESTIONED
"Slant" Allen and I, between us, had been monopolizing a good share of the feature space in the Queensland and New South Wales papers for a week or more—he as "the Hero-Ticket-of-Leave-Man" and I as "the gifted Franco-American painter whose brilliant South Sea marines have taken the Australian art world by storm"—and now that it was definitely reported that he had left Brisbane on his way to connect with the reception the boyhood home from which he had been shipped in disgrace five years before had prepared for him, I knew it was but a matter of hours before he would be doing me the honour of a call.
He simply had to see me, I figured; that was all there was to it: for with Bell and the girl dead (that much seemed certain, both from the newspaper accounts of the affair and from what I had been able to pick up in the few minutes I had been ashore during the stop of my southbound packet at Townsville) I was the only living person who knew he was not the hero of the astonishing Cora Andrews affair, the audacious daring and almost sublime courage characterizing which had touched the imagination of the whole world; that, far from having volunteered to navigate a shipload of plague-stricken blacks through some hundreds of miles of the worst reef-beset—and likewise the most ill-charted—waters of the Seven Seas on the off chance of saving the lives of perhaps one in ten of them, he had been brought off and forced to mount the gangway of that ill-fated schooner at the point of a knife in the hands of a slender slip of a Kanaka girl.
To be sure, two or three of the blacks