The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1907-09-05

'Yes, I'd save you. 1 know the
coast"
He pressed hand to his throbbing
head.
what rocks did you say they were?"
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. I know
them"
Il didn't say, Mr.. Boggles. what
they looked
"Yes know that sound,' interrupt
ed the man suddenly. That's off the
Saddles hump. It's three miles to the
west of the entrance. | know my reck-
oning now. I'll take the yacht
"Mr. Boggies. it is Annette start
ed to interpose. but the old pilot was
at the door of his stateroom.
There, take those things away." he
said impatiently, stripping the band.
ages from his forehead. Il can't see
with them on!.'
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.
''Tll take her, captain, now," lie an
nounced 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 We're 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
davits. Mr.. Pierce shouted angrily:
whats he doing -wrecking us OH
his blamed rocks?"
"Wait moment, Mr.. Pierce" DR..
Langdon said, the intuition of vision
possessing him. "He can't make mat
ters worse
isn't he blind?" snorted the owner.
eyes, 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 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 Stiad,llc
rocks. They're worse, much worse in
| this weather.
Good God! Then we're lost" groali-
ed Mr.. Pierce. 1--WE can't live in any
thing worse than that"
flush, papar' whispered Annette
II think Boggles may know"
The yacht yawed and swung wide of
the next line of breakers. then faced
the black towering rocks. Boggles held
her steadily toward them. There was
no opening. The sea dashed mountain
high against their precipitous face.
The white foam spattered the bow of
the boat Mr.. Pierce could stand it he
longer. He broke loose and shouted in
frenzy:
| Were crazy! That mailman will
wreck us! Take the wheel. Captain
Reed! command you! Take itr'
But the ,ptain fumbled in speech
and movements Then he was arrested
by most ,,iolent lurch of the yacht
There was a grinding and grating of
steel against an unyielding substance
Some one shrieked awfully 1t seemed
an eternity for the bewildered specta-
tors, but Boggles sighed and said:
There, we're through the Straddle
now! We're safe, captain"
The towering wall of rocks had mi
raculously opened, and the Grayling