Omaha daily bee., 1910-09-11

day before, and the captain had slept late,
and was taking 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, human sounding rustlings in the
leaves. with no 5oree whistle to explain it.
Captain Harrod began psering into the
thicket, with a structure gripping his
throat
There was dense growth Of the rheu-
matte little old oaks on the inshore side
of the hill, casting a deep shade; and in
the damp hollow thick clump Of paimat-
toes-an ideal spot for q hiding place. A
JORGE flicked out of the deepest shadow.
perched for a moment on the rosemary
and gave that mellow human sounding
whistle. Relieved. the captain stepped
boldly forward and trod on Mr.. Winners
head as he slept with a MOSQUITO bar over
his face, in a comfortable sleeping bag
The inventor struggled forth with wild
yell and began running Captain 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 II know
you! ! know you!"
Captain Harrod 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 a deserter. His whine.
his rolling eyes, his scraps Of nonsense. all
aroused doubts as TO his sanity.
You're one Of emf groaned Wilmer,
pounding his head on the sand. Let me
up You and Shayne and Silberberg and
the girl-all linked in together TO rob me
Of my helicopteri You've got it hid there.
You've ruined me- XIII me il you want
to- Let me up!'
Captain Harrod slowly released him, and
both rose, facing each other.
Aim raght sorry. sub" said the cap
tain. that All trod on 20 hald. An didn't
see you. sub"
Wilmer approached the captain. took him
by the shirt. looked about cunningly, and
whispered in his ear.
Tell me where my helicopter ISL said
he wheedingly. "Itll be ali right, IL you
do And III make you richl'
"oh," said the fisherman. "Yo the
flyin's machine man, sho'. Aftah the young
lady tumbled out when We hauled in on
the painter. il fetched adrift an went out
, 10 sea, you know. suh?"
Il put every cent ] had into H." said
Wilmer. 1T was worth a million. Give il
TO met"
This argument lasted days and weeks;
for Wilmer saw that the fisherman's hos
pitality would not permit the driving away
Of a poor wrstehed being. such as he
seemed 10 be. SO the sleeping bag was
placed on the veranda, and Wilmer whined
and glsred; and whenever detected in an
attempt 10 enter the shed. he had the Sc
veres. sort Of paroxysm, demanded his
helicopter back. raved al shayne, and re-
fused TO eat for fear Of being poisoned.
such was the state OF things when Car.
son left Virginia Suarez. the girl who
after their first curious meeting, had come
20 him, not knowing who he was save thai
she believed him 70 be her sole mals
relative, and whom be had weakly allowed
10 remain believing herself his niece. Il,
vas needed At the camp. II was impossi
bic longer to refrain from violating th'
supposed Relationship. so he appeared a
the cabin one day. white ana determia NED
looking. reresd a pocketful Of letters Ans
kilograms. and said with no salutation:
Where are those engines?"
In the shed. sub" replied the captain
"Ah done unpaeked EN-. sub.
Carson unlocked and opened the doc
from the cabin 10 the shed la In high
through hatch in the roof. and for twu
hours studied the engines. his eyes lighting
from time 10 time with a serious hal
smile. -Four powerful motors. they were
each q fifty horsepower, with light cy
finders and 80 light that he picked then
up with ease. Down the long shed a hus
. thing. like great dragon fiy, lay In IL
> cradle, with cheap launch motors for ca