San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-09-03

deadly peril and he could save you by any
meansf Are you going to send me back to
him TO see him going day by day, till one
day we'll miss him, and God knows what
we'll Gndr She shuddered and wrung her
hands "Oh, Cap'H lass, you won't, you
can't"
He stood UP before her, rubbed his forehead
thou.htfu.ly minute, then threw his hand
kercnief into his cap and put it on tight.
There was settled purpose in his face and
gesture.
God forgive mel" he said 81 didn't look
at II 50. Poor Jack! Poor Jackl Wen save
him vet. Kit, you an NEWELL save him yet.
There's no time to spare Well 60 now. 1t
is low water at four fifteen. Well need our
time. 20 down to the Bess, Kit, and wait
for me-"
He went over to the house where he was
staying. Kit unfurled the Bess' sail, run 10
up and set it taut. Then Marlin came down
with a jug of water and brown paper
parcel, shawl and couple of coats over
his arm. He slowed them under the deck,
forward, and threw of the line The boat
drifted Off swayed round before the wind
Take the tiller, Kit" he said This Is
your cruise. You're csp'n, Pm only pilot"
The wind had hauled into the southeast,
still veering southwark. The clouds had
cleared away, the sun shone bright and
warm The breeze was fresh, the boat filled
away before il, went bowling down the kar-
Dor with the wind on her starboard quarter.
The green hills dropped behind-dark woods,
houses here and there, projecting points and
little shaded covsS Kit steered, old Tass
trimmed sheet.
No trouble in the inlet now, wind and tide
astern. Kit sees the light on the bar, the
long reach of water stretching away toward
home. She wonders how things are getting
on there. The worrying thought frets her
sorely.
LET her stan close for Goose Neck Pint,
Kit" says Tass, and trims sheet a little
closer.
On, across the broad bay, oreezily now
along the shore of the point; then the neck
drops behind; they are clear OF the land.
The boat rises and falls on the tumbling
waves of the open sound.
"Luff, Kit luff little. There, stiddy,
keep her So" says Marlin. run your eye
along the line O the keel Ye see that white
spire on the north shore, east of the little
village, on the hill, with the woods behind It'll
The wind veered steadily round through
the southern quarter, blowing fresh and
steady On went the Bess before it, crowd
ing ahead dancingly, making way swiftly,
drawing the northern shore on nearer and
palmer
They ran in to within couple CT miles of
the shore; the wind very nearly west, the
sky clear.
4 Ill Nc -. he, Taf
her go about"
The boom swayed over, Tass slipped the
sheet.
80, Kit-keep her there Square afore
the wind"
They ran down the coast a mile or so.
Port again, Kit-hard a-port-there
Pint her up lsetle more-stiddy-s
You see Goose light, Kitl Keep her nose
square for the tower. It's nigh onto dead
low tide now. We keep the line tween the
church an the light, an if we're lucky we'll
sight about four foot O. yeller spar. Their
amt much of any drift, an think we'll hit
it. Their amt no need to look out till that
ere clump o oedars on the rocky pint there
to the west, bears square abeam to wind'ard
AFTER that, look sharp"
They held on half a mile or so, on the same
course, sailing close on the wind Then the
cedars drew on, gradually, until they stood
off right abreast.
snow them" Tass sung out, "hold her
stiddy an keep your eyes about ye."
On they foamed, straight for the light,
four keen eyes searching intently. But they
saw no spar. Only the tumbling waves,
seething, sunlit and tipped with foam. On
they went. Kits heart sank. No mast in
sight on either hand Presently Marlin
turned
"Luff, Kit" he said, "hard alec! Put her
about. We missed her that time. Guess she
must a fell off to loo'ard, sailin' SO clus to
the wind. Wen hsv better chance afore il.
Now, then, full fur the spire, an don't let her
fall off, Kit-if anything, huff her pint"
The boat jibbed round. and filled away be-
fore the wind on the port quarter. Again
they searched keenly, anxiously. They saw
no spar; on they foamed. Kits heart
weighed like lead, and full of fear. The
clump of cedars drew on only too swiftly.
Another quarter of a mile, and they will be
abreast! She stood up in her excitement,
strained her sharp eyes-oh, how eagerly
She forgot the helm one moment; the boats
head fell away to lee lass did not notice.
Suddenly he saw.
"Luff, Kit" he shouted-"hard a-leei
Hard, l sayl you're off the course three
p'ints."
She seized the tiller, but she did not luff.
She jammed it hard to port. Her face was
radiant as an angels She laughed and
pointed east
'Hurrah!" she cried-"hurrahi hurrahl
The mast! the mast!"
Sure enough, there it was, the tip Of a
mast two feet above the tide Never was a
sight more joyful to heart of man than these