Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-06-13
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By REX E. BEACH.
By REX E. BEACH.
CHAPTER X-(Continued)

CHAPTER X-(Continued)
mo; it's too late to get aboard-the
last tender is on Its way back they
Informed him. 'If you want to go t.
The outside you'll have to wait for the
feet That only means another week
and-there she blows now
A ribbon of white mangled with the
velvet from the steamers funnel and
there came slow, throbbing, farewell
blast
Glenister's jaw clicked and squared
"Quick! You mem" he cried to tho
sailors. 81 want the lightest dory OF
{ the beach and the strongest oarsmen
In the crowd. I'll be back in five min
htes. There's hundred dollars in it
FOR you If we catch that ship"
Y He whirled and spurred up through
the mud of the streets. Bill Wheaton
was snoring luxuriously when wrench
ed from his bed by a dishevelled man
who shook him into wakefulness and
into a portion of his clothes, with a
storm of excited instructions. The
lawyer had neither time nor opportun-
lty for expostulation, for Glenister
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litter of documents from the table.
Hurry up, man. he yelled, as the
lawyer dived frantically about his Of
fee in rabbit-like hunt for items.
MY Heavens! Are you dead? Wake
up! The ships leaving" With sleep
still in his eyes Wheaton was drag
ged down the street to the beach,
where a knot had assembled to wit
ness the race AS they tumbled into
the skiff, willing hands ran 1t out into
the surf on the crest of roller. A
few lifting heaves and they were over
the bar with the men at the oars bend
ing the white ash at every swing.
II guess didn't forget anything, -
gasped Wheaton as he put on his coat.
A"I got ready yesterday, but couldn't
find you last night, so thought the
deal was off,"
Glenister stripped off his coat and,
facing the bow, pushed upon the oars
at every stroke. thus adding his
strength to that Of the oarsmen. They
crept rapidly out from the beach, eat
ing up the two miles that lay towards
the ship. He urged the men with all
his power till the sweat soaked
through their clothes and, under their
clinging shirts, the muscles stood out
like iron. They had covered half the
distance when Wheaton uttered a cry
and Glenister desisted from his work
with a curse. The Roanoke was NOV
Ing slowly.
The rowers rested, but the young
man shouted at them to begin again
and. Selling a boat-hook, stuck it into
the arms of his coat. He waved this
on high while the men redoubled their
efforts. For many moments they hung
in suspense. watching the black hull
as it gathered speed, and then, as they
were about to cease their effort, putt
Of steam burst from Its whistle and
the next moment short loot Of re-
cognition reached them. Glenister
wiped the moisture from his brow and
grinned at Wheaton.
A quarter of an hour later, as they
lay heaving below the ships steel
sides, he thrust heavy buckskin sack
into the lawyers hand.
There's money to win the fight,
Bill. I don't know how much, but it's
enough. God bless you. Hurry back!"
sailor cast them whirling rope,
up which Wheaton clambered; then,
tying the gripsack to its end, they sent
it after.
Important" the young man yelled
at the officer on the bridge. Govern
ment business" He heard a mufi1ed
clang in the engine-room, the thrash Of
| the propellers followed, and the big
ship glided past.
AS Glenister dragged himself up the
beach, upon landing, Helen Chester
called to him, and made room for him
beside her. It had never been neces.
sary to call him to her side before;
and equally unfamiliar was the abash-
ment, or perhaps physical WEAKNESS.
that led the young man to sink back
In the warm sand with a sigh Of relief.
She noted that, for the first time, the
audacity was gone from his eyes.
Il watched your race she began.
1T was very exciting and cheered
for you...'
He smiled quietly.
What made you keep on after the