Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-12-10

I warn you. 1 am desperate"

IT warn you. ! am desperate"
shall ] stop her, sir?" the quar-
termaster asked from the shadow Of
the wheef-house.
mol" Emerson commanded, sharp
ly. and in the glow from tho binnacle-
light they saw he had drawn his re-
volver, while on the instant up from
the void beneath hcaved the massive
figure of Big George Bait, q behemoth,
more colossal and threatening than
ever In the dim light. Rambling curses
as he came, he leapcd up h pilot
house steps, wrenched open the door.
and with one sweep Of his hairy paw
flung the helmsman from his post.
painting:
Keep her going. cap. or TIL run them
down."
1--WE stood by you, old man." Elmer
son urged; you stand by US. They
can't make you stop. They can't come
aboard"
The launch was abreast of them now,
and Swimming along SO close that n
might have tossed a biscuit aboard Of
her. For an instant Captain Peasley
hesitated; then Emerson saw the ends
OF his bristly mustache rise above an
expansive grin as he winked portent-
ously; but his voice was convincingly
loud and w~rathful az he replied:
What do you mean, sir? I'll have
my blooming ship libeled for this"
'Ill make good your losses" Elmer
son volunteered, quickly. realizing that
other ears were open.
asVEbx- tvs pnffinu afrb
Exactly! You can a you went
out under duress."
ST never heard of such a thing"
stormed the skipper. Then. more
quietly, "but I don't seem to have any
choice in the matter; do II"
None whatever"
Tell them to so to hell" grcwled
Bait from the open window above their
head.
A blasphemous cutlery ioated up from
thu launch. while heads protruded from
the deck-house openings. the faces
white in the slanting glare. why
don't you heave to-" demanded a
voice.
Peasley stepped to the end of the
bridge and called down: 'I can't stop,
my good man; they won't allow It, v
know. You'll have 20 bloody well
come aboard yourself" Then, ODE
dent to his command. the searchlight
traced an arc through the darkness
and died out, leaving the little craft
In darkness. save for its dim lantern.
Unseen by the amazed quartermas-
ter, who was startled out of speech and
action, Emerson gripped the captains
shoulder and whispered his thanks,
while the Brttisher srumbled under
his breath;
"Bn' me! Won't that labor crowd be
hot? They nearly dashed In my head
with that iron spike. Four hundred
pounds, Ny wordi"
The sputter OF the craft alongside
was now punctuated by such q volley
Of curses that he raised his voice
again: Delay hat chatter. will you?
There's a lady aboard"
The police launch sheered off and the
sound of her exhaust grew rapidly
fainter and fainter. But not until it
had wholly ceased did Big George give
over his post at the wheel Even then
he went down the ladder reluctantly,
and without a word of thanks. of ex-
PLANTATION. or Of apology. With him
this had been but a part OF the days
work. He saw neither sentiment nor
humor In the episode. The ciang Of
the deep-throated ships bell spoke the
hour, and taking Cherry's arm. Boyd
helped her to the deck
Nov let's eat something." said she.
"Yes,' he agreed, relief and triumph
In his tone, "and drink something, too"
We'll drink to the health OF Fin
~eerIess' Fraser"
ITO the health of 'Fingerless'
Fraser" he echoed. I'VE will drink
that standing
A week later. after an uneventful
voyage across a sea of glass, the Bed
ford Castle made up through . swiriins,