Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1899-10-19
lcopyrieht. 1897, by D. Appleton Co. All
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CHAPTER XXu-CoNr1NUED.

Copyright. 1897, by d. Appleton & Co. All
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CHAPTER XXII-CoNT1NUED
Ny conjecture had been right. The girl
was lying betwixt the combings of the
galley and the butt of the splintered top
mast, a position allowing her enough air to
prevent suf1ocation, at the same time partly
protecting her from the weight of the stuff
piled over her. She lay on her face, and
across her thighs, pinning her fast, was .
small end Of the broken topsail yard. Her
cheek and neck, with the hand that lay
along the spar, were covered with blood, and
blood stained the planking of the deck about
her.
lost no time in feeling for life, as the
groan had told me life still existed. Cutting
the lantern from the hoop, l slung it on
my arm and, lifting the girl, strobe toward
the cabin, now in the strangest state of
mind that had ever possessed me. If l
moved quickly with my body, my brain out
paced it.. As look back at it, the passage
from the foremost to the companion way
was long one, though it was comprised in
twice ten steps. In the time it took me to
traverse it I lived over the FIVE days had
known this lass, and felt them to have been
as many years. suddenly knew the source
of my daring, which had grown with the
time until at that moment was ready to
face the devil himself, and knew, too, for
whom it was meant. l now knew that my
head had not been playing over the mystery
Of her, disappearance because it was mys-
terry, but because this girl had usurped all
other interests. l was now aware that my
resolve to board sthe schooner was not SO
much to recapture the prize Though that
motive, hopeless as it had seemed, had been
strong) as to overhaul the wreck of the
ioretopmast in quest Of Gertrude King, and
&c her again dead or alive. gave no name
to al this; raised no fine points anent the
strength or weakness of my feeling, nor did
the wcrd Glove" cross my mind. l only
knew that alive had found her. and that
one day she might know had saved her
from both death and her enemies. In a
pErblind fashion it was all the reward l
looked for, and it seemed reward enough.
If was not fairly subducd by the beauty
and heroism of this girl, my pity for her
carried me far on the way, and though bur-
", sea-roughened, and a man to boot, in this
case of need felt that for tenderness could
pit myself against the gentlest woman who
ever made sick bed a dream of pleasure.
Beyond getting at the extent of her in
juries, l determined not to let the now
sobered surgeon lift finger. When I
brought my burden down, the companion
way he was placing a wet compress on the
boys wound, his management of this in the
darkness speaking loudly of his skill. My
prisoner was evidently past being surprised,
for he did little but give grunt as be saw
me bear her in; but when told him the new
II bo o. &c
he cast on me quick, hard look. It was
only after ! mentioned her name and he
remembered the former passenger of the
Sprite that he showed real interest, and as he
examined her for injuries heard him grum-
BILE the name of Scammell beneath his
breath.
on deck. Although nearly full moon was
behind the clouds, the night was unusually
dark. The roll of the schooner was growing
heavier. It caused a rafting of blocks
overhead, and a jerking of the foresail boom
on its traveller until it sounded as though
the deck must be ripped up. There was a
sullenness to the sea that BODIED mischief,
but the cause of it was still at q distance.
Betwixt the clashing of blocks aloft, the
kicking of the rudder, the mad clank of the
boom travellers and the excited tattoo of
the reefng points, there was sufficient fuss
to at once tell seaman that the present
condition. of calm would not be protracted.
The look of the sky was enough for me for
beyond the immediate vicinity OF the moon
pot of tar could not have been blacker),
and in the momentary intervals of partial
silence that ensued as the schooner bal
anced on the tops of the surges I thought
! could hear faint moan far above the
truck, as though an unseen and troubled
spirit was winging through the depths Of
space aloft. The horizon had drawn close to
the vessel, and the repelling blackness of the
water sent chill through me as consid-
cred what might have been my plight had
the schooner sailed, leaving me on the
broad ocean with no support but the frail
shell of the dingy. A sudden GOODNESS had
settled from above, though not a breath of
wind had come with it, and, though there
was nothing to be distinctly marked through
the heavy gloom enveloping the schooner,
there existed in the surrounding elements
a menacing something which, like an in
visible monitor sent to me an inarticulate
warning.
The change had been rapid. Plainly
enough I scented the vague threat of the
weather and set about to meet the outbreak.
Winding me that I was both captain and
crew, with the extra weight of having on
my hands three prisoners in the forecastle
and shaky one in the cabin, saw that if it
came on to blow had more than sufficient
work cut out for one pair of fists. Deter
mined then to take time by the forelock and
be safe in all weathers, I let go the foresail
halyards and quietly lowered that canvas,
putting it in stops only that it might not
blow out, but, as for the furl, 'twould have
made landlubber laugh to see the bulge OF
the bunt. The shot from the Sprite had
reduced the head cloths to jib and staysail,
and yet SO impressed was that we were face
to face with impending disaster that low
cred and, after fashion, slowed the jib.
The more I worked the more I felt the
necessity, and, though was on fire to re-
turn to the cabin, held away and turned
my attention to the great mainsail which
was hurtling to and fro, the subdued thun-
der Of its thrashing bunt and quick patter
of its reefng points playing out of the mys
ferrous darkness overhead like the sounds
of distant storm. Alone I double reefed
that canvas, though l remember very little
of it, the only thing coming to my mind be-
ing the horrible smooth inkiness of the
water beneath me when crawled out on the
Doom TO pass the earring ana maui taut
Though my hands worked on deck, my Seart
was below, and it was with deep breath
of satisfaction that 1 saw the last of more
than an hours hard labor. Casting off the
main sheet, that might not be taken IN
aware, 1 gave glance at the light on the
Sprite, still lying on our quarter, and then
went below, filled with mixture of hope
and dread.
McCary was sitting by the side of the girl
as l entered He looked up before was