Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-12-22

Doubtless she had waited patiently at
her post from the instant land came
into sight. Seized by a sudden panic
lest she pass him unnotfced, he ordered
his launch nea the yachts course.
where he could command a view of her
cabin doors and the wicker chairs upon
her deck. His eyes roved over the
craft, but all he saw was a uniformed
officer upon the bridge and the bronzed
faces of the watch staring over the
rail. By now The Grande Dame was so
close that he might have flung a line
to her, and above the mufied throb-
bling of her engines he heard the cap
tain give some low-spoken command.
Yet nowhere could he catch a glimpse
Of Mildred. He saw close-drawn cur
tains ave the cabin windows, indicat-
ing that the passengers were still
asleep. Then. as he stood there, heavy
hearted, drooping with fatigue, his wet
body chilled by the mornings breath,
The Grande Dame glided past. and he
found the shell beneath his feet rock
ing in her wake.
As he turned shoreward George Bait
hailed him and brought his own launch
alongside.
What craft is that?" he inquired.
She Is the company's yacht with the
N. A. P. A. officers aboard"
The big fellow stared curiously after
the r~etreating ship.
Some Of u boys is hurt pretty
bad he observed. i've told them to
take IN their nets and go back to the
plant
I'VE all need breakfast"
II don't want nothing. I'm going
over to the trap"
Emerson shrugged his shoulders list
lessly; he was very tired. What Is
the use? II won't pay US to lift IT."
Tive watched that point of land for
Ave years and I newer seen fish act
this wa before" Bait growled. stub
hornly. IF they don't strike in today
we better close down. Marsh's men
cut half our nets and crippled more
than half our crew last night" HIS
began TO rumble curses Say. We
made a mistake the other day, didn't
wee We'd ought to have put that
Teller away. It amt too late yet"
Wait, Wayne wayland is aboard
that yacht; I know him. He's a hard
man, and rye heard strange stories
about him. but 1 don't believe he knows
all that Marsh has been doing. I'm
going to see him and tell him every
thing"
"S'pose he turns you DOWN."
Then there will be time enough to-
to consider what you suggest. I don't
like To think about IT."
You don't have to- said Bait, lower
ing his voice 50 that the helmsmen
could not hear. I've been thinking it
over all night and 1t looks like I'd
ought to do 1t myself. Marsh is com-
ing to me, anyhow, and-Tm older than
% be. II amt right for a young Teller
4 you to take a chance. If they get
me, you can run the business alone"
Boyd laid his hand on his com.
panion's shoulder.
mo" he said Perhaps I wouldn't
stick at nurder--I don't know. But /
won't profit by another mans crime,
ana II it ONES TO thai I'll take my
share of the risk and the guilt. What
ever you do I stand with you. But
We'll hope for butter things. It's no easy
thing for me to go to Mr.. wayland
asking q favor. You see, hts daughter
Is Well, IL want to see her very
badly"
Bait eyed him shrewdly.
II seel And that makes it dead
wrong for YOU to take a hand. If it's
necessary to get Marsh, I'll do It alone.
With HIM out Of the way I think you
can make a so of it He's like a
rattler-somebody's got to stomp on
him Now I'm of for the trap. Let
me know what the old man says"
Boyd returned to the cannery with
the old mood OF self-disgust and bit
terness heavy upon him. He realized
that Georges offer to commit murder
had not shocked him as much as upon
its 6fst mention. Heskns~a< had