New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1910-11-02

funnel, cried more clearly now:
''Heave to! We want to come
aboard"
With an exclamation Of Impotence,
the commanding officer stepped to the
telegraph, but Emerson forestalled
him.
"Wait. They're after me, captain; it's
the Port Townsend police, and if you
let them aboard they'll take me off,
Turning, the skipper beloved:
"Who are you?"
"Police!
what did I tell you?' cried Emer-
son.
what do you want?'
"One of your passenge rs-Emerson
Heave to. You're passing u.s."
'That's bloody hard luck, Mr. Elmer
son; l can't help myself" the captain
declared. But again Boyd blocked him
as he started for the telegraph
Il won't stand it, sir. It's a con-
spiracy to ruin me-"
But, my dear young NAM
Don't touch that Instruments
From the launch came cries of grow
ing vehemence, and a startled murmur
OF voices rose from somewhere in the
darkness of the deck beneath.
''Stand aside!" Peasley ordered gruff-
ly. But the other held his ground,
saying quietly:
Il warn you. am desperate"
''Shall l stop her, STRIP the quarter
master asked from the shadows of the
wheelhouse.
NO" Emerson commanded sharp
", and in the glow from the pinnacle
light they saw he had drawn his re-
Volver, While on the instant up from
the void beneath heaved the massive
figure Of Big George Bait, a behemoth,
more colossal and threatening than
ever in the dim light. He wrenched
open the door and with one sweep of
his hairy paw flung the helmsman
from his post, painting
keep her going, cap or I'll run
them down..
The launch was abreast of them
now and Swimming along so close that
one might have tossed biscuit aboard
Of her. The sputter of the craft along
side was now punctuated by volley
Of curses.
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
and without a word of thanks, of ex-
PLANTATION or of apology. With him
this had been but part of the days
work. He saw neither sentiment nor
humor in the episode.
From the crows nest Of the Bedford
Castle a week later the lookout stared
down upon a white eXpanse that
stretched beyond the horizon. At dawn
they began their careful search, feeling
their way eastward through the open
lanes and tOrtueus passages that sep
arated the foes, now laying to for the
northward set of the fields to clear q
path before them, now stealing through
some narrow lead that opened into
freer waters
Captain Peasley did all the navigat
hemmed in SO closely that for a day
and night they could do nothing but
drift with the pack. In time, how
q ever, the winds opened a creyice
through which they retreated to follow
the outer limits farther eastward un
til they We're baked again.
Late one evening they discerned
smoke on the horizon, and the next
mornings light showed a three masted
to the westward.
CHATS the Juliet Big George in
formed his companions, tone of the
North American Packers association
tenders"
'She was loading when We left Seat
tle," Boyd remarked.
at is Willis Mafsh's ship, so he
must be aboard" supplemented Cher
ry. shes a wooden ship and built
for this business If we don't look out
he'll beat us in after ALL
"What good will that do him p
Clyde questioned. 1.-The fish don't bite
Il mean run-for sixty days yet
Emerson and Bait merely shrugged.
To Cherry Malotte this had been q
voyage of dreams, for once away from
land Boyd had become his real self
again-that genial, irrepressible self
she had seen but rarely-and his man
= ner had lost the restraint and GOODNESS
which recently had disturbed their re-
lations. Of necessity their cramped
environment had thrown them much
together, and their companionship had
been most pleasant
Two days after sighting the Juliet
they raised another ship, one of the
sailing feet which they knew. to be
lowering in the qfing, and then on the
9th Of the month the capricious cur
rent opened way for them. Slowly
at first they pushed on between the
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