The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1910-05-09
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It was thus that he found Mr.. Wiz
ner. The sea-monster's visit had
occurred the day before, and the
captain had slept late. and was TAX
ing a mornings stroll to see that
rain and wind had quite obliterated
all traces of landing he knew Of.
Just over the first hillock he heard
one of those startling, humansound-
ing rustlings in the leaves, with no
joree whistle to explain it. Captain
Harrod began peering into the
thicket, with a structure gripping
his throat.
There was dense growth Of the
rheumatic little old oaks on the in
shore side of the hill. casting a deep
shade; and in the damp hollow a
thick ciump of palmettoes-an ideal
spot for hiding-place. A JORGE
flicked out of the deepest shadow,
perched for a moment on the rose
mary and gave that mellow. human
sounding whistle. Relieved, the
captain stepped boldly forward and
trod on Mr.. Winners head as he
slept with mosquito-bar over his
face. in a comfortable sleeping-bag.
The inventor struggled forth with
a wild yell, and began running. Cap
tain Harrod, another old Man of
the Sea. leaped upon his back, bore
him to the ground. and sat on him,
painting. Wilmer looked up at him
in abject terror.
"Oh, it's you, is it," cried he. 81
know you. know you!"
Captain IIarrod was puzzled, but
relieved, to note that the man did
not act like an officer. In making
the arrest, the captain had acted on
impulse and was glad that he had
caught no revenue. The man was
quite as clearly not deserter. His
whine, his rolling eyes, his scraps
of nonsense, all aroused doubts as
to his sanity.
you're one of 'em!" groaned
Wilmer, pounding his head on the
sand LET me up! You and Shayne
aud Silberberg and the girl-all
linked in together to rob me Of my
helicopter! You've got 1t hid there!
You've ruined me! XIII me II you
want to! Let me up!"
Captain Harrod slowly released
him, and both rose, facing each
other.
"Ahm right sorry. subj" said
the captain. that All trod on yo'
haid. All didn't see you sub"
Wizner approached the captain,
Tx him by the shirt, looked about
cunningly, and whispered In his
ear.
"Tell me where my helicopter
Isl" said he wheedlingly. "Itll be
all right, II you do! And I'll make
you rich!"
"Oh." said the fisherman. "Yo'
the FLYNN machine man, sho'. At
tab the young lady tumbled out
when we hauled in on the painter.
it fetched adrift an went out to
sea. you know, suh?'
II put every cent I had into It,"
said Wilmer. 1T was worth mil
lion. Give it to mel"
This argument lasted days and
weeks; for Wilmer saw that the
fisherman's hospitality would not
permit the driving away of poor
wrecked being, such as he seemed
to be. So the sleeping bag was
'eeced on the veranda, and Wiener
.iined and glared; and whenever
detected in an attempt to enter
the shed, he had the severest sort
OF paroxysm, demanded his hell
copter back, raved at Shayne, and
refused to eat for fear Of being
poisoned.
Such was the state of things
when Carson left Virginia Suarez
the girl who. after their first curl
GUS meeting. had come to him, not
knowing who he was, save that she
believed him to be her sole male
relative, and whom he had weakly
allowed to remain, believing her.
self his niece. He was needed at
the camp. It was impossible long,
er to refrain from violating the
supposed relationship. so he ap-
peared at the cabin one day, white
and notwithstanding. reread u