New-York tribune., 1911-04-30
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOK HPkiL d. i'ii

his Winchester, prob1y. mol He's got some sense
after all; he's signaling to the Ships Bottom crowd
As Bronsons Costen light hared up the beach. the
revenue cutters searchlght swept in over the seas
Carlin saw the lifeboa bowling nShore then the white
glare settled full upon him. lighting up the boiling wa
tcrs and the big rollers booming in with the sound of
guns at sea- The whole quckSand was under waterl
TRAPPED That's what they were-rnarooned m
the old ships SPAR cut off by the man killing sea
and the greedy quicksand. He glanced up at the dan
Cling yardam with the first thrill Of fear he had known
that night. "Let me get line to a man anywhere and
I'll get him Off 50 Casco, keeper Of Ships Bottom
boasted in pride of his crew. Subconsciously it had
nervcd Carin TO his perilous attempt at rescue and
salvage. But now-that rotten old Carbonate spar
would never hold up the weight Of the breechcs bloy
the Ships Bottom men might shoot out To him Even
if he could rig the tackle with his numbed half frozen
fingers. they would kill him and the helpless airshn
man, dragging them through that murderous surf
@The rollers nd pound him to death before he'd gone
a hundred yardsl And we il freeze 10 death waiting for
the tide TO turn'
He stared at the cluster Of lights the beach the
crew evidently consulting, the lfeboat hauled up with
sick realization of the terrible trap he had deliberately
walked into; but his not shaken. he quick.
sand had got him for fair; but Carn had notion Of
giving uponot with that man on his hand 1s good as
dead That fellow must be kept alive, at any cost,
He pounced on the unconscious aviator. As he
worked over him. Carn pictured the long r,ght ahead
Chilled to the bone his eyes blinded by The fling Of the
salt sDrav his senses numb with the leharg # cold he
would soon be helpless, knocked out Ike that aero.
plane smuggler was What chance had hg anyway,
As he struggled against the growing ie'hargy The
revenues searchlight swung over him and away again:
but that flash of light showed Carln the SHIPS Bottom
leboat headed out to sea once more. For a moment,
in his rage he doubted his senses.
Don't Casco know I'm here' What ae .asing the
boat TO sea for!'
Standing there in the white light Of .ha revenue
dazedlv staring he faint glow flooding .e group
Of life savers on the beach. There was u9 eg. ION
about those men working, "But what's the areao-<sp
| must be seeing things his time IN earnest
No That thin line Of fire % rocket from The
beach. 1t sailed high over him, cur.iug downward TO
the outer edge Of the quckand. The Ships Bottom men
were trying range over the whole length Of the Ships
Gravevard-they wanted the distance. And next no.
ment big, glowing ike an angry comet the carbide
bomb rose from the beach sped Cf the mortar over
the same path taken by the test rocket, 20 seward
where the feboat awaited It. Overhead The ig self
lighting line CARRYING aerial torpedo s3ci uu.0iing
from her vals the white lifeline, leaving T. trailing in
her wake the whole length Of the qucaani, from
beach to outer reef.
Carlin, dazcd, cold despairng, watched. What were
they doing with Ships Bottom big sand wagon, He'd
helped drag the white ifcboat that old sand wagon
over miles Of beach to a wreck or launch her through
the SURF with the detachable wheels falling away from
the boat when the water struck her The men ashore
worked bv the light Of a blazing tar bucket taxing the
sand wagon apart The forward wheels they made fas.
to a light wire hawser slung on the end Of q Lifeline.
The lfeboat already had the seaward end Of the line.
Presently the pair Of wheels, ike bodies cart on
long rope shot the quicsand head Oh or the
caStaWayS.
ITS the boat wagon By George. well make j, yet!
Cascos hauling out part OF the boat wagon-the only
thing that would cross this mantrap now7
He sprang up, waving his lantern. The relief Of it,
the sudden revuson from despair fired his blood And
now, with rescue at hand, the injured man. words
flashed into his mind. Caught with the goods There
was only one place where the smuggled goods could be
hidden and that in the long cylindrical float, the
acroplanes pontoon that lay at his feet, IFS thin
metal end nosing the spar. And that loot meant Car
lns vindication, He cropped
beside the aviator in q last
- attempt 10 rouse him 20 con-