Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1907-07-03

"We'U haze to saDtnol Jump Q,ttck!"
the sneaking enemy who had set her
on fire and who was responsible foT
all his troubles-which? TO force that
cabin door me9fnt that the flames inl
the hold would have time to burn
through the bulkhead and then Hd
heaved long sigh, and with that sig
he said goodby to the Diving Bale
He turned and rushed to the MAIN
hatch.
The prisoner in the cabin heard him
go and screamed choking curses after
him. But Bradley had gone only to
get the boat hook. He came back with
it and began the attack upon the door,
That door was built of tough woodl
almost new, and the captains lock was
new also. The boat hook only tore off
splinters and chips. Finally the hook
broke just where the iron joined the
handle.
Sam had ceased to yell and beg his
rescuer to hurry. His cries changed to
coughs and strangling means. Then
he was silent altogether. Bradley, des-
perate, threw down the broken boat
hook and ran about the deck hunting,
by the light of the fire, for something
heavy, something that would break
that lock. He picked UP the stout
beam, REINFORCED with iron, that they
siung over the vessels fore quarter
when they hoisted heavy chains on
board.
1t was so clumsy that he could scarce I
ly carry it, but he stepped back by the
wheel to get a start and, running for
ward, threw it against the door. The
double oak panels cracked lengthwise.
Three times he hurled the battering
ram, with his own weight behind it.
At the fourth attempt the door burst
inward and he fell on his face
"Sam" he shouted. "Sam, come on!"
But Hammond did not answer. Shut
ting his eyes and holding his breath,
Bradley descended the cabin stairs.
Hammond was lying unconscious at
their foot The junior partner drag
ged him to the deck and away from
the smoke. Then he shook and pound
ed him savagely. After a bit the fell
low opened his eyes and gasped.
Then Bradley left him and ran to
the main hatch. One glance showed
him that the schooner was doomed and
that the dynamite might explode at
any moment. The thin bulkhead was
a wall of fame and was shaking like
a sheet of paper in the fierce draft.
Black smoke, powdered with sparks,
was vomiting from the foca1h. The
Diving Belle was on fire from stem to
stern y
Hammond yelled wildly from the aft
err rail. The dorys gomez he shout
cd. "My dory's gone! Where's yours?"
Bradley had not stopped to fasten
the dory when he boarded the schoon-
err, and the boat had drifted away.
Hammond, half drunk when he left
the wharf, had bungled the knot with
which his dory was fastened, and that.
too, was gone.
"We'll have to swim!" cried Bradley.
Jump quick! She's goings to blow
upr'
Sam sobbed in sheer terror. 81
can't make itr' he screamed. I'm too
weak. I'll drown"
you've got to make it. Jump! I'll
keep close behind you"
Hammond caught at a shroud, step
ped upon the bulwark and stood there,
turning a white face first toward the
shore and then back at his companion.
There was a muffied rumble from the
hold. The bulkhead had fallen.
Jump shouted Bradley. Jump
Sam threw up his arms and leaped
from the stern. Bradley cast one
glance over the poor Diving Belle, ranl
to the rail by the foremost and dived
into the water
At that moment, before his head ap-
peared above the surface, there camel
a dull roar from the schooner's hold.
She rocked like rowboat amongl
breakers. A flame burst from her
matches and fo'castle and streamed to
the top Of her foremost, every rope Of
which caught fire. Her entire bow
was great torch that dipped now this
way. now that.