The Pirate of Panama: A Tale of the Fight for Buried Treasure

Transcriber's Note
The author refers to George Fleming's brother as both Harry and Henry in this story. The original naming has been retained.

PERHAPS I COULD DRESS THE HURT. SUGGESTED MISS WALLACE A LITTLE SHYLY. Frontispiece. p. 109
Copyright, 1914, by G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY The Pirate of Panama Press of J. J. Little & Ives Co. New York
TO CAPTAIN FORRESTER FIRST MATE ROBERT, QUARTERMASTER WILLIAM AND BO'SUN KENNETH THIS VOYAGE OF THE ARGOS IS DEDICATED
Ho, gallant tars and true, fall to! Up anchor, lads, and sheets unfurl. Let engines throb a low tattoo; It's All aboard for Panama.
The snell wind whistles shrill o'erhead, The bullets spatter thick below, By candle light we count our dead, While we are bound for Panama.
For all true men waits hidden gold, 'Gainst all true hearts fight pirate foes, Who bears him with a courage bold Will land with us at Panama.
Into the deep drive strong and sure, Straight as an arrow for the goal, From off the course let nothing lure, The breeze is fair for Panama.

It was a dismal, sodden morning, with heavy clouds banked in the western sky. Rain had sloshed down since midnight so that the gutter in front of me was a turbid little river.