The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-12-01

with an exclamation of impatience.
the commanding officer stepped to the
telegraph, but Emerson forestalled
him.
"Wait. They're after me, captain; it. .
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 tell your" cried Emer-
son.
"What do you want?"
zone Of your Observation-Disclosures
Heave to. You're passing u.s."
THAT'S bloody hard luck, Mr.. Emer-
son; can't help myself" the captain
declared. But again Boyd blocked him
as he started for the telegraph.
81 won't stand it, sir. It's a con-
sp1racy to ruin me-"
But, my dear young man.
Don't touch that Instrument"
From the launch came cries of grow
Ing vehemence, and Il 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. l am desperate"
"Shall l stop her, sir?" the quarter
master asked from the shadows of the
wheelhouse.
mo- 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, behemotl,
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 skimming 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
eAAN oOuAN VI ACA CAuduSl grew IdDluIy
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 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 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 tortuous passages that sep
arated the foes, now laying to for the
northward set Of the fields to clear a
path before them, now stealing through
some narrow lead that opened into
freer waters.
Captain Peasley did all the navigat-
Ing in person, but eventually they were
hemmed in so closely that for a day
and night they could do nothing but
drift with the pack. In time. how
ever, the winds opened a crevice
through which they retreated to follow
the outer limits farther eastward un-
til they were baked again
Late one evening they discerned
smoke on the horizon, and the next
mornings light showed three masted
steamship fast in the ice a few miles
to the westward.
THAT'S the Juliet" Big George in
formed his companions, zone of the
North American Packers association
tenders"
"She was loading when we left Seat
tle," Boyd remarked.
1T is Willis Marsh's ship, so he
must be aboard" supplemented Cher
~. "She's wooden ship and built
Tor this business If we don't look out
he'll beat us in after ALL"
what good will that do him?"
Clyde questioned. 1.-THE fish don't bite
Il mean run-for sixty days yet"
Emerson and Bait merely shrugged.
10 Cherry Malotte this had been a
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 fleet which they knew to be
lowering in the offing, and then on the
9th Of the month the capricious cur
rent opened way for them. Slowly
at first they pushed on between the
foes into vast area Of slush ice.
tbAnce to stretch as open and placid
as a country mill pond. The lookout
pointed path out of this. into which
they steamed. coming at length to-
clear water. with the low shOros ~ |