The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-09-02

by a roar from the strikers, in whose full view F'raser's encounter with the plain clothes men was taking place. A backward glance showed him that Fraser had drawn. his pursuers to the street.
 Scarcely had Boyd feached Big George when wing of the besieg1ng army swept in through the unguarded entrance and down the dock like an avalanche, leaving behind them the battling officers and the hungry pack clamoring for the prisoner.
 Drop that freight and get aboard the best way you can!' Boyd yelled at the fishermen, and, with a bound, was out into the open, crying to Captain Peasley on the bridge:
 ssHere they come! Cast off, for Gods sakeY', l
 The dozen men who had been sling ing freight on the dock hastened up the gangplank or climbed the lenders, while the signalman clung to the lift ing tackle and, at the piping cry of his whistle was swung aloft out of the very arms of the rioters.
 Above, on the flying bridge, Captain PeasIey was believing orders. At last the Bedford Castle was under way.
 
 Even after they were miles down the sound Boyd remained at his post, sweeping the waters astern in an anx- fous search for some swift harbor craft, the appearance of which would signal that his escape had been dis covered.
 q won't feel safe until we are past Port Townsend he confessed to Cher ry,fwho maintained a position at his side. s.The police can wire on from Seattle to stop us and take me off at that point"
 eff they find out their mistake"
 ''They must have found it out long ago. That's why I've got Peasley forcing this old tub. She's doing 10 knots, and that's a breakneck speed for her. Once we're through the straits I'll be satisfied"
 What will happen to FraserY' she queried. Nothing serious, I am sure. You see, they wanted me and nobody else. Once they find they have the wrong man rather believe they will free him in disgust
 A moment later he went on: "Just the same, it makes me feel depressed and guilty to leave him. Fl wouldn't desert a comrade for anything if the
 
 choice lay with me-" 'sYou did quite right" Cherry warm ly assured him.
 'sYou see, am not working for my self. I am doing this for another.''
 It was the girls turn to sigh softly, while the eyes she turned toward the west were strangely sad and dreamy. 1.-Two hours more,'' he told her as the ships bell sounded, ~then I can eat and sleep-and sing"
 Captain Peasley was pacing the bridge when later they breasted the glare of Port Townsend aud saw in the distance the flashing searcAlights of the forts that guard the straits. They saw him stop suddenly and raise his night glasses. Boyd laid his hand on Cherry's arm. Presently the captain crossed to them and said:
 Wonder seems to be a launch Aak- ing out. See! wonder. what's up. By love! They're signaling"
 The two boats were drawing together rapidly. and soon those on the bridge heard the faint but increasing batter of gasoline exhaust. Carrying the same speed as the Bedford Castle, the launch shortly came within had1tng distance. The cyclopean eye of the SA4R Q SCu1OAAAe5Ab OAd1S0 0Ps d414 IAO next instant out from the gloom leaped a little craft, on the deck of which man stood waving a lantern. She held steadfastly to her course, and a voice hoated up to them:
 "Ahoy! What ship ?''
 saThe Bedford CastleI cannery tender, for Bristol bay" Peasley shouted back.
 The man on the launch re1inquished his lantern and, using both palms for a funnel, cried more clearly now:
 t'Heave to! We want to come aboard"
 With an exclamation of impatience, the commanding officer stepped to the, telegraph, but Emerson forestalled him.
 Wait. They're after me, captain; it's the Port Townsend police, and if you let them aboard they'll take me off,
 Turning, the skipper beloved:
 'sWho are you?''
 Police!
 What did tell you?' cried Elmer son.
 What do you wantT'
 "One of your passengers Heave to. You're passing us''
 '"That's bloody hard luck, Mir Elmer son; cant nelp myself,' the captain declared But again Boyd blocked him as he started for the telegraph.
 tsI won't stand it, sir. It's a con- spiracy to ruin me-
 ttBut, my dear young man''-
 Don't touch that instrumentr'
 From the launch came cries of grow fHg vehemence, and a startled murmur of voices rose from somewhere in the darkness of the deck beneath.
 Stand asidet'' Peasley ordered gruff- 1y. But the other held his ground, saying quietly:
 'EI warn you. I am desperate.''
 Shall I stop her, sir?" the quarter master asked from the shadows of the