Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-07-11

| ton on the day of the sheik's visit.
 For Gods sake, don't kill herr cried Brewster in agonized tones. 1 There was a diabolical grin on the face of the Arab, who was about to shout back some defiant taunt when the unexpected happened.
 The sharp crack of gun sounded in the stern of Brewster's boat, and an unerring bullet sped straight for the big Arabs forehead. It crashed between his eyes and death must have been instantaneous The knife flew from his hand. his body strengthened and then collapsed, toppling over. not among the oarsmen, but across the gunwale of the craft. Before hand could be lifted to prevent, the dead Arab and the girl were plunged into the sea.
 A cry of horror went up from the Americans and something surprising ly like shout of triumph from the ab- ductors. Even as Brewster poised for the spring into the water flying form shot past him and into the sea with q resounding splash. The man that fired the shot had reckoned cleverly. and he was carrying out the final details of an inspired plan. The Arabs position as he stood in the boat was such as to warrant the sailors belief that he could fall no other way than forward. and that meant over the side of the boat. With all this clearly in mind. he had shot straight and true and was on his way to the water almost as the two toppled overheard.
 Monty Brewster was in the water an instant later. striking out for the spot where they had disappeared, little to the left of the course in which his boat was running. There was rattle of firearms, with curses and cheers, but he paid no heed to these sounds. He was length or two behind the sailor, praying with all his soul that one or the other might succeed in reaching the white robes that still kept the surface of the water. His crew was backing water" and straining every muscle to bring the boat around sharp for the rescue.
 The sailors powerful strokes brought him to the spot first but not in time to clutch the disappearing white robes. Just as he reached out an arm to grasp the form of the girl she went down. He did not hesitate a second, but fol- lowed. Peggy had fallen from the dead Arabs embrace, and that worthy already was at the bottom of the sea. She was half conscious when the came, but the plunge into the cold wa ter revived her. Her struggles were enough to keep her up for a few mo- ments. but not long enough for the swimmers to reach her side. She felt herself going down and down, stran- gling, smothering. dying; then some thing viselike clutched her arm, and she had the sensation of being 1erked upward violently.
 The sailor fought his way to the sur face with the girl and Brewster was at his side in an instant. Together they supported her until one of the boats came up, and they were drawn over. the side to safety. By this time the abductors had scattered like sheep without a leader. an1 as there was no further object in pursuing them the little American feet put back for the yacht in great haste. Peggy was quite conscious when carried aboard by the triumphant Brewster. The words he whispered to her as she lay in the bot tom of the boat were enough to give her life.
 The excitement on board the Filter was boundless. Fear gave way to joy. and where despair had for moment reigned supreme there was now the most insane delight. Peggy was bun dled below and into her berth. Dr. Lot less attending her Brewster and the sailor were carried to place where hot toddies were to be had before blankets.
 You have returned the favor, Con roy" said Brewster fervently as he leaned across the heads of his bearers to shake hands with the sailor who was sharing the honors with him. Conroy was grinning from ear to ear as he sat perched on the shoulders of his ship mates. T was luckier than I thought in saving your life that day"
 Tt wasn't anything. Mir. Brewster" said young Conroy. T saw a chance to drop the big nlgger. and then it was up 10 me to get her out of the water"
 You took big risk, Conroy, but you made good with it. If it had not been for you. my boy. they might have got away with Miss Gray"
 Don't mention il. Mfr. Brewster: ii was nothing to do.' protested Conroy in confusion. I'd do anything in the world for you and for her"
 What is the adage about casting your bread upon the water and getting tr hsck syafuv' asked Pfu Van Wfukle