"Hurry up!" cried the officer. "We came within an ace of going off without you."
"I’m not going," replied the sailor, giving the cask a hearty whack with the hatchet, bursting it open, and laughing with delight as the coin poured out around him; "I’ve always wanted to die rich. I’ve been poor all my life, and this is my first and last chance. Go ahead! I’ll stay here with my fortune."
Argue as he might, the officer could not persuade the fellow to leave the gold, with which he played as a child with marbles, and he finally had to leave him to his fate.[Pg 54]
THE NEWS OF ALL NATIONS.
Robber Spares Nervy Man.
Isaac Pressman, tailor at 5505 Woodland Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio, was awakened at four a. m. by the gleam of a flash light on his face.
When he sat up in bed he found the flash light had been switched so as to shine on his trousers hung over the back of a chair. In the shaft of light he saw a hand searching the pockets.
Pressman leaped from bed and grappled with the burglar. In the struggle the burglar seized Pressman’s revolver from the bureau and ordered hands up.