Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1906-07-13
CHAPTER xvI.-lContinued.l

loaded, and it was found necessary to
leave behind a great portion of the dried
seat They made tedious way with
tr rude oars; a light breeze from the
invest sprung up with the dawn. and.
tolsting the goat-sSin sail. they crept
Bong the coast 1t was resolved that
The two men should keep watch and
watch; and Frere. for the second time
enforced his authority By giving the first
watch to Rufus Dawes. II am tired, l."
he said, ''and shall sleep for a little
while"
That night the wind fell, and they
had to take their oars. Rowing all night,
they made but little progress, and Rufus
Dawes suggested that they should put
IN to the shore, and wait until the breeze
sprung up. But, upon getting under the
lee Of long line of basaltic rocks
which rose abruptly out of the sea. they
found the waves breaking furiOusly upon
q horseshoe reef, six or seven miles in
length. There was nothing for 1t but to
coast again.
They cOasted for two days, without a
sign Of a sail, and on the third day a
great wind broke upon them from the
southeast and drove them back thirty
miles. The coracls began to leak, and
required constant battling. What was
almost as bad. the best part Of their
water had leaked away also.
The position Of the four poor creatures
was now almost desperate Mrs. Wick
srs, indeed, seemed completely prostrat-
ed, and It was evident that, unless some
help came, she could not long survive
the continued exposure to Che weather.
"a L.
Rufus Dawes had wrapped her In his
wooden shirt, and, unknown to Frere,
had divided with her daily his allowance
OF meat She lay in his arms at night,
and In the day Crept by his side for shell
ter and protection. As long as she was
near him she fell safe. They spoke lit
eio to each other. but when Rufus Dawes
elt the pressure Of her tiny hand in
his, or sustained tbs weight Of her head
upon his shoulder, he almost forgot the
cold that froze him and the hunger that
gnawed him.
80 two more days passed. and yet no
sail! On the tenth day after their de-
parture from MacquariO Harbor they
came to the end Of their provisions. To
add to their distress, the child was seiE-
ed with fever. She was hot and cold by
turns, and in the intervals Of moaning
talked deliriously. Rufus Dawes, hold
ing her in his arms, watched the suffer
ing he was unable to alleviate, with
savage despair at his heart Was she
to die, after am
So another day and night passed, and
the eleventh morning saw the boat yet
alive, rolling in the trough Of the same
deserted sea. The four exiles lay in
her almost without breath. All at once
Dawes uttered a cry, and seiEina the
sheet. put the clumsy craft about. "A
sail! a sail!'' he cried. 'Do you not
zee hgVF'
There Is no SAIL" said Frers. ''YUu
mock usP'
The boat, no longer following the line
Of the coast, was running nearly due
south, straight into the great southern
ocean. Frere tried to wrest the thong
from the hand Of the convict, and bring
she boat back to her course. "Are YOU
mad" he asked, In fretful terror, ''to
run ~ out to sea p
"St down." returned the other. with
a menacing gesture, and staring across
the gray water. 81 tell you / see a
sailv'
The day had broken, and the dawn.
In one long pale streak Of sickly saffron.
lay low on the left hand. Between this
streak Of saffrOn-coloref light and the
bows Of the boat glsA>S for an instant
4 white speck
Frere. utterly CO. dlaed. looked
with his heart in his - 9Th. and again
did the white speck q Sner.
sylvia cried Ruff Dawes. ''SvI-
via! Ny darling! You gre savedr'
She opened her blue eyes and looked
at him, but gave no sign Of recognition.
Delirinm had hold Of her. and in the
hour Of safety the child had forgotten
her preserver. Rufus Dawes, overcome
by this last cruel stroke Of fortune, sat
down In the stern of the boat, with the
child In his arms speeches.. Frere
thought that the chance rhe had 80 long
ed for had come. With the mother At
the point Of death, and the child deliri-
Gus, who could testify to this hated
eonvict's skillfulness7 No one but Mr..
Maurice Frere, and Mr.. Maurice Frere.
az commandant of convicts, could not but
give up an "absconder" to justice.
The ship--a brig, with American col
ors fying-came within hail of them.
Frere could almost distinguish figures
on her deck. He made his way aft to
where Dawes was sitting, unconscious.
with the child in his arms, and stirred
him roughly with his foot
go forward" he said, in tones of
command, "and give the child to me"
Rufus Dawes raised his head, and
seeing the approaching vessel, awoke to
the consciousness Of his duty. With a
low laugh, full Of unutterable bitterness
be placed the burden he had borne so
tenderly in the arms Of the lieutenant.
The brig was close upon them. Her
e&nVes doomed large and dusky, shadow
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