The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1910-10-05


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.kad n5t Bllt's heavy step
aoii + "a 6IiS de: a moment later the
81 low entered.
did Eou 6nd ct the tr4Ils
asked Emerson eagerly.
.sNottiIng'' George spoke shortly.
ssTiie dsh struck "a this mCrning. bug
toilF iran = corked He yFFenelied on
his rubber boots and hung them say
hgeiy nader q bench
what luck with the boats
.sEot much 1Tarah's men are trying
10 surround our Sil1 METERS. and we
ain't got enough boats to protect our
selves He looked up uieaningiy NON
nntIer his heavy brOws and inquired,
How much longer are we going %
stand for this 2,
what do you mcang Eve got men
3ut hunting for new hands.
'sYou know what mean" the giant
rnmbled, his red eyes haming. ''You
and can get Willis Marsh"
Emerson shot a quick glance Rs Fra.
ser, who was staring hxedly at Big
George.
Hes got us right enough, and it's
bound to come to killing some day,
SO the sooner the better" the fisher
man ramon. sVEe-can get him tonight
IL Won say so. Are you in on iii
Boyd faced the window slowly, while
the others followed him with anxious
49,. 1889 Slaafl11fIres Gf-
lenee settled.
Moreover, Mildred Wayland was soon
to arrfve-the yacht was expected
daIy-and she would find him fall
IRE. What was worse, she would ind
that Marsh had vanquished him. She
would turn elsewhere perhaps to the
very man who had c9ntrived his un-
doing. At thought OF this a sort OF
desperation seemed to master him; he
began to mutter aloud.
.'What did you say?" queried Bait
II said that you are right. The time
Is close at hand for some sort OF q
reckoning" answered Boyd In harsh.
strained voice.
"GoodH'
Emerson was upon the point OF turn
ing when his eyes fell upon a picture
that made him start, then gaze more
intently. Out upon the placid waters.
abreast of the plant, the launch In
which Cherry had departed was APP
preaching, and it was loaded down
with men. Not only were they crowd
ed upon the craft itself. but trailing
behind 1t like the tail of a kite was
long line of canoes, and these also
were peopled
'.L.ook yonder!' cried Boyd
.'WhatY'
CHERRY has got-a crew. HIS voice
broke. and he bolted toward the door
as Big George leaped to the window.
''Injunsg' wildly shouted the giant
and without stopping to stamp his feet
into his boots he rushed ont barefoot
after Boyd and Fraser. Together the
three men reached the dock in time to
help Cherry up the ladder.
'sYYhat does this mean e. Boyd asked
her breathIessly. 'Wfl these fellows
work? r.
..That's what they're here for" said
the girl After her swarmed a crowd
of slant eyed. copper hued Aleuts
Those in the kayaks astern cast on and
padded toward the beach.
eve got fifty men, the best on the
riverS I tried to get more, but-theFe
aren't any more"
''FingerIess'' Fraser slapped himself
resoundingly upon the thigh and ex-
plodec profanely. Boyd seized the
girls hands in his and wrung them.
"Cherry, you're a treasure" The
memory OF his desperate resolution OF
a moment before swept over him sud
denly and his voice trembled with q
great thankfulness.
DON'T thank meH' Cherry ex-
ciainled. at was more constantine's
work than mine"
.sBut / don't understand. These are
Marsh's men"
..po be sure, but / was good to them
when they were hungry last winter.
and prevailed upon them to come.
They aren't very good fishermen
They're awful lazy and they wont
work half as hard as white men. but
it's the best could do" She laughed
gladly, more than repaid by the look In
her companions face. Now get me
some lunch. I'm fairly starved"
Big George, when he bad fully
grasped the situation, became the boss
fisherman on the instant. Before the
others had reached the cookhouse he
was busted in laying out his crews and
distributing his gear. The impoF ible
had happened; victory was in sight:
the fish were running. He cared to
know no more.
That night the floors Of thesfish dock
groaned beneath a weight OF silver
sided salmon piled waist high to a tall
,,,or An %broJJvh the cool dim lit