Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-06-11
the foot Of the stairs.

"1'm with you. captainr' he yelled.
Courtenay saw that he had conquer
ed them for the instant He raised his
hand.
Behave like menu he cried. "You
can do no good by crowding the deck.
am going to the bridge to see II 1t Is
possible to lower the boats. Each
boats crew will be mustered In turn,
passengers and men alike. II you are
towards now you will throw away
what chance there Is Of saving your
lives"
A revolver barked twice somewhere
on deck. A bullet smashed one of the
windows of the music room and lodged
in a panel behind Courtenay. They
all heard the reports, but the captain
promptly turned the incident to adj
vantage.
"You see we mean to maintain Or
der" he said "Mr. Malcolm, take
care that every one has life belt"
A sort of cheer came from the men
Who could fail to believe in leader
so cool and resourceful? He ran out
into the darkness to discover the cause
Of the shooting. A number of sailors
and firemen were striving to launch q
boat. There was a struggle going on
He could not distinguish friend from
foe in the melee, but he threw him
self into 1t fearlessly.
"You fools" he shouted. you may
die soon enough without killing each
other. Make way there! All, would
your" He caught the CLEAN Of an up.
lifted knife and struck savagely at the
face of the man who would have used
It. The butt of the revolver caught the
sailor on the temple. He went down
like stone. Courtenay stumbled over
another PROSTATE body. 1t was Mr.
Boyle striving to rise. Their eyes met
in the gloom. Courtenay stopped and
swung the other clear Of the fight, fol
the second and third officers were
using their fists, and Walker even in
the hurry Of his ascent from the stoke.
hold had not let so Of spanner. The
yells and curses, the tramplings Of
dim forms swaying in the fight, the
roaring of the gale and the incessant
crash Of heavy spray made up ghast-
ly pandemonium. 1t was an orgy Of
terror, Of wild abandon, Of hopeless
striving on the edge Of the pit, stupid
madness at the best, as the ships life.
j. boats on the port side were on the spar
deck. In their panic the men were en-
deavoring to lower dingey. Yet Cour.
tenay saw that discipline was regain
ing It's influence. He thought to In
spire confidence and stop useless saw
agery by sharp command.
"All hands follow me to starbOard!"
The struggle ceased instantly. The
captains order seemed to imply some
new scheme. Men who moment ago
would have killed any one who sought
to restrain them from clearing the
boats falls now raced pellmell after
their officers. No heed was paid to
those who lay on the deck wounded or
insensible. Herein alone did these Chill.
can sailors differ from wolves, and
wolves have the excuse Of fierce hun
ger when they devour their disabled
fellows.
Still carrying Boyle, Courtenay led
the confused horde through q gang.
way to the higher side Of the deck.
"Swing those boats back to the spar
deck! he said. Get falls and tackle
ready to lift them to port. Don't lose
your heads, men. You will all be clear
of the ship in ten minutes II you do an
you are told"
Two officers and a quartermastef
sprang forward. In an incredibly short
space of time the crew were working
with redoubled frenzy, but under con-
troll and with a common object. For
an instant Courtenay was free to at
tend to his chief officer. He. bore him
to the lighted salon companion. Boyle
was deathly pale under the tan Of his
skin. The captain saw that his own
left hand where 1t clasped the other
round the waist was covered with
blood.
"Below therew he cried. Bring two
men here, Mr.. Malcolm"
When the chief steward came he
gave directions that Mr.. Boyle should
be taken to the salon and DR.. Chris
tobal summoned.
"Send some one you can trust to re-
turn" he continued. "Go then to the
lee of the promenade deck. You will
find others there"
He did not stop to ask himself II
solicitude for the unfortunates wound
ed in the fight were of any avail. His
mind was clear, the habit Of COM
mand strong in him. Not until the sea
claimed him would he cease to rule.
The clank Of pulleys, the cries Of the
sailors heaving at the ropes, told him
that the crew were at work. At last
he was fr~~ = - 4',n '-idge.
Ito Be Continued.)
"sHoW Me- PROOF.
That Is What Hyomei Will Do in All
Eorn,a of Catarrh and Troubles