The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1898-12-31

won't want 10 tTaVcl any 1uTtDeT I'm"
der water looking for the wreck than
you are obliged to. ! wouldn't, any
how"
In this and our previous discussions
we seemed to have covered every COM
tingency, but now that we were upon
the point of making Il beginning in
sober earnest our conflicting hopes
and fears suggested innumerable COM
plications. Presently l noticed that
Halstcad was looking Mt me intently.
Harry" he said, "it has been good
many years since we saw each other
last. We were scarcely more than boys
then; yet, to the best of my recollcc-
ton, you were always square in every
thing you did. I'm not worrying for
nm instant over your taking advantage
of Mac and me In this deal. But am
afraid that you may be inclined to take
unnecessary risks in putting It
through. Now, whatever happens,
don't. We want that money, and we
want il badly. but we'd both rather
have you back on the Countess here,
safe and sound. even il you came
cmpty-handcd, than feel that you wcre
likely to throw your life away in try
ing to make us rich. You won't do II,
will you, old chap?"
mo, l won't, Dick; and If make q
go of it. you and Mac will find me, us
l used to be, dead square, We
gripped hands across the table, and
felt better for doing so.
In few moments lie got up, looked
through one Of the forward windows,
and called my attention to what
seemed like cloud bank on the hori-
ION, straight ahead.
There's old Gunjan," he said. 1.-THE
white patch you see i'm the middle 10
the surf on Cocos, and that furthest
point to the left Is Orote; Apra lies
just behind 1t, and Agana beyond.
There's nothing but an open road
stead, with no holding ground, in front
of the town; so we generally lie inside
the reefs MT Apra, about two miles
from IL little wharf Mt the end of the
Agana road. Wen he abreast Of Cocos
In something over an hour. Wait I'M
til you can just see the surf through
the starboard port. down aft. andthen
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from Cocos to- Orote."
My feeling OF anxiety may be imag-
ined MS stood waiting. below decks,
for that tip of coust line to come in
sight. The loss Of Il taffrail log screw,
from various causes, Is frequent oo-
currence; and I WINS greatly relieved
to find the line still whirling every
time the screw twisted II taut. To
haul 1t In an instant too soon would be
to throw me more or less out of my
reckoning. and each time the record
ing swivel buzzed feared the end Of
Cocos might appear before it could
register again; but luck was on my
side. The patch OF white surf and the
registering twist came together, and
after hauling In the line the dial
marked exactly AZ miles. So that
adding the distance to Point Orote,
now knew the northerly limit Of the
reef lay just IS geographical miles
from the outer head Of Port Apra.
slowed my log carefully away in ito
box, knowing that II others had hap
pened to see the record they were sure
to be Is miles out of their reckoning.
Then hunted up the senorita for .
farewell chat, pointing out Umata bay
and the different points alongshore az
we passed. 1t was mida fternoon when
we rounded the point and began to
whistle for pilot. Either the captain
or myself could have taken the steam.
er in with reasonable safety. from our
knowledge Of the soundings: but We
were running no risks whatever.