The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1906-08-09

YES, I'd save you. I know the
coast"
He pressed a hand to his throbbing
head.
What rocks did you say they wera:"
he queried again. How do they look
tall, ragged an straddling, as if they
wanted to block up the entrance to the
cove? That's them. Yes. l know
them"
Il didn't say. Mr.. Boggles. what
they looked
Yes. I know that sound" interrupt
ed the man suddenly. That's off the
Saddles hump. It's three miles to the
west of the entrance. l know my recll-
oning now. I'll take the yacht"
Mr.. Boggles, it is Annette start
ed to interpose, but the old pilot was
at the door of his stateroOm.
There, take those things awayv' he
said impatiently, stripping the band
ages from his forehead. Il can't see
with them Onr'
Annette mechanically picked up the
discarded strips of fine linen and fol
lowed her erstwhile patient through
the door. Boggles was on deck before
her. All was confusion and blackness
there, but the pilot wended his way
through the Instructions to the pilot
house.
I'll take her, captain, now he an
nouncei gently. I've got my bear
ings. That's the Saddles hump, an
over there's Straddle rocks. It's nasty
weather in here
Captain Reed stared at the vision
but it was too dark to see clearly. His
own nerves were considerably ratified
by the recent series of events, and he
stepped back in something like super
stition.
Let her go ahead full speed. cap
tain" Boggles continued. The tide
runs like blazes through these chan
nels."
The sailors halted in their work and
left the boats swinging half down the
Gavits. Mr.. Pierce shouted angrily:
whats he doing-wrecking US OIL
his blamed rocks?
"Wait Il moment, Mr.. Pierce" DR..
LanGdon said, the intuition of vision
possessing him. "He can't make mat
tiers worse"
isn't he blind?" snorted the owner.
YES. we're all blind" answered the
doctor meekly.
The crash of the breakers on their
right drowned all further conversation.
The wind veered and shrieked new
tune. and the Grayling cleared the line
of rocks by a scant yard.
THAT was as close as We could run
to the hump without going on" ex-
claimed Boggles. with both hands on
the Wheel
"Now," with sigh, for the Straddle
rocks. They're worse, much worse in
this weather.
Good God! Then were lost" groan-
ed Mr.. Pierce. I'VE can't live in any
thing worse than that"
flush, papa" whispered Annette.
81 think BOggles may know
The yacht waved and swung wide OF
the next line of breakers, then faced
the black towering rocks. B0ggles held
her steadily toward them. There was
no opening. The sea dashed mountain
high against their precpitous face
The white foam spattered the bow of
the boat Mr.. Pierce could stand It no
longer He broke loose and shouted in
a frenzy:
We're crazy! That mailman will
wreck us Take the wheel, Captain
Reed. l command you! Take it,
But the captain fumbled in speech
and movements. Then he was arrested
by a most violent lurch of the yacht
There was a grinding and grating of
steel against an unyielling substance.
Some one Shrielled awfully. 1t seemed
an eternity for the bewildered specta-
tors. but BOggles sighed and said:
There, We're through the Straddle
low. We're safe, captanr'
The towering wall Of rocks had Mi
raculously opened, and the Grayling