Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1907-07-09
Partners OF
the Tide
.By...
JOSEPH C. LINCOLN
Author q "Cap'n Fri"
! Copyright, 1905, by A. s. Barnes g. Co.
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CHAPTER XX-CONTINUED

ble and then a roll. The lanterns In
the rigging spun around in circles. The
men OH the deck and below fell In
heaps The Freedom lifted, straight
ened and then began to rock In her
cradle. The cables sagged into loops.
Their SILENT partner the tide, mad
come to the firms rescue.
Bradley got upon his feet. Haul
taut!" he screamed. Before the order
was given Bearse was back at his en-
CINE. The windlass shrieked.
Captain Titcomb roared through his
speaking trumpet. The towboat shot
forward, then back, her screw thrash
ing the water. The little You and l
bsbbed beside her. She was pulling
too.
And then long, scraping, breath
less interval A halt, n shock, and,
pushing q wall of sand before her. the
Freedom plunged into deep water.
There was no cheering. A subdued
murmur. like a sigh, came from the
crowd on her deck. Men drew sooty
arms across wet foreheads and looked
at each other without speaking. She
was off the shoal, but far from being
out of danger yet. She must be got
over into the deep hole behind the
Point. where she could safely ride out
the coming gale. And to get her into
this haven there was only the little
tug to depend upon. Could the tiny
craft do it in that wind and sea? If
not, then the barge would almost sure.
ly drag her anchors, would strike
again. and then-well. then all the
work and the triumph so nearly won
would count for nothing.
They brought her up TO her anchors
out in the middle Of the ci,aAncl
There they waited for the tide t, turn.
The silence was heartbreaking. Only
now and then did any one speak. IL
clusters by the rail they stared at the
big waves and the foam streaks Gid
ing by. At last Captain Titcomb snap
ped his watch case shut and shouted
through his trumpet. The towboat
puffed into position. The anchors
were lifted from the bottom. The time
for the final test had come.
Then the little tug showed what she
was made of. Coughing, painting like
a bulldog straining at chain, she
pulled at that hawser, and, slowly at
first, but gaining Roadway as she
moved in the dead water Of the slack
of the tide, the Freedom followed her
through the channel around the edge
of the shOAl into the cove and safety.
At ten minutes to 4 that morning the
last big anchor was sent down.
"Therew shouted Captain Titcomb.
"Shell stay where she is now If 1t
blows hard enough to fragile out a
handspike. Boys, the jobs done.
Knock OFF,
They answered him with a cheer that
woke the cat from his sleep beneath
the stove at the lighthouse.
The tug took them to the Point.
They perched all over her, needless of
the cold and the flying spray. The
men were wildly excited over the I'M
expected good luck. They cheered the
partners again and again and gave
three groans for the "quitters," mean
ing Mr.. Clark and his friends. Peleg
Myrick was bearing his concertina to
safe quarters in the shanty, and they
| insisted that he should play 1t. Pelee
protested that it was too wet for music
on board that tug, but they threatened
to heave the push and pull pianner
overheard if he didn't play.
"Play somethin' we can sing" order,
ed Bill Taylor.
Peleg struck up doleful dirge OF
the sea. 1t was loaded to the gun
vale with wrecks and disasters.
Delay thatw cried Barney Small
eve don't want no come-a yes
That's the tune that soured the milk
Give us a hoe down"
The musician considered; then he
burst into the air that every fisherman
knows:
is in the jug
Storm along. John! John, storm along!
The shippers from Hyannis and he give:
us bully mug
Storm along, storm along, John!
"Chorusw howed Barney, waving
his cap. They Joined in with whoop
storm along, John John, storm along!
Amt 1 glad my days works done!
Storm along, John! John. storm along!
Amt l glad my days works done!"
Bradley stood by the back door OF
the big shanty, looking out at tho
storm. The first sickly light Of morn
ing was streaking the dingy, tumblet
sky. Inside the building the men
were keeping up their celebration. NJ
one had suggested turning in.
Captain Titcomb came around ths
corner. "There you are, hey" he ex
claimed, with breath of relief
Blamed if didn't begin to be afrait
you'd tumbled overheard. Well. son
we did it, by crimus! We did it, thanks
to the good Lord for sendin' thai
whoopin' big tide. Titcomb Il Nickel
son amt ready for the undertaken VT
Now you can go up to Orham and tel
Gus Baker somethin' with while"
Bradley shrugged his shoulders. Nov
that the strain was over and they hat
won the thoughts that he had pu
aside We're coming back. He was real
izing that the firms success ddn'