The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1905-10-27

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
ne stood in the boat was such rs to
warrant the sailors belief that he
could faii no other way than forward.
and that meant over the side of tho
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, a little to
the left of the course in which his
boat was running. There was a rattle
or 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 I'm
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 rs he reached out an arm to grasp
the form of the girl she went down.
He did not hesitate n 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 shot
came, but the plunge into the cold wa
ter revived her. Her struggles were
enough to keep her up for few mo-
ments, but not long enough for the
swimmers to reach her side. She felt
herself going down and down. stran-
Cling, smotherng, dying; then some
thing viselike clutched her arm, and
she had the sensation Of being jerkcd
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 leader, and as there was no
further object In pursuing them the
little American fleet 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 lifo
The excitement on board the Filter
was boundless. Fear gave way to Joy,
and where despair had for a moment |
reigned supreme there was now the |
most insane delight. Peggy was bun
died below and into her berth, Dr. Lot
less attending her. Brewster and the |
sailor were carried to place where hot |
totldies 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 1,-snri,-
iffates: II was luckier than thought
in saving your life that day."
1T wasn't anything, Mr.. Brewster"
said young Conroy. II saw chance
to drop the big nigger. and then 1t was
up to me to get her out Of the water"
You took n big risk Conroy. but you
made good with 1t. If it had not been
for you, my boy, they might have got
away with Miss Gray"
"Don't mention it, Mr.. Brewster; it
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 |
1t back again?" asked Rip Van Wrinkle
Of Joe Bragdon as they jubilantly fol-
lowed the procession below.
There was no more sleep OH board |
that night. In fact, the sun was not
long in showing himself after the res
cuers returned to the vessel. The dar-
Ing attempt of Mohammeds emissaries |
was discussed without restraint, and |
every sailor had q story to tell of the |
pursuit and rescue, The event furnish |
ed conversation food for days and days
among both the seamen and the pas |
sengers. Dan DeAiillc blamed himself |
relentlessly for sleeping through 1t all |
and moped for hours because he had |
lost magnificent chance to "do some |
thing" The next morning he proposed
to hunt for the sheik and offered to
lead an assault in person. An ipvestl-
CATION was made, and government Of
ficials tried to call Nlohammed to ac-
count, but he had fled to the desert
and the search was fruitless,
Brewster refused to accept share
Of the glory Of Peggy's rescue, pushing
Conroy forward as the real hero. But
the sailor insisted that he could not
have succeeded without help-that he
was completely exhausted when Monty
came to the rescue. Peggy found it
hard to thank him gently while her
heart was so dangerously near the riot
point, and her words of gratitude
sounded pitifully weak and insufficient.