Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-08-10

tsntIy into tho pinnacle. at tho same
tins opening the cutoff switch and
disconnoct1ng the batteries. The mo.
TOR promptly coughed and was quiet.
the droning in the spark coil died
away. and Coast leaning forward in
wonder. saw the compass dial Jerk as
II suddenly release and then swinS
through an arc Of almost ninety de-
erees eEe It steadied.
What In thunder does that moan"
he demanded, surprised to the point
OF incredulity.
Means we're both asses OF blooded
lineage" said Appieyard sourly. ris-
ing: though you're not n marker to
me. should've known better-Td 've
thought Of It right away If had only
half the sense God gives the domestic
goose. That compass was right on
top OF the spark coil. Naturally #
magnettx0d. And I would'vo
known better. too, If ever l had run
an engine with the coil on the cylin-
der before! Oh-pif1e!"
"Then I've been holding the wrong
course for several hours"
"Prs1actly."
And you haven't any idea wbsrs
We ars?''
MOT Q shnmsr."
Thoroughly disheartened. Coast loft
the wheel. Nice mess" he observed
quietly.
Appleyard sighed profoundly. The
worst of it is. I'm a sawed-off little
runt, too small for you to kick as
ought to be kicked
"fes." said Coast.
They dined simply and solemnly on
cold things. after which Appleyard. at
his own suggestion. took tho first
watch You need rest" he argued,
and I don't-rarely sleep over three
hours a night You turn in now and
when your times up I'll call you.
There's nothing to worry about, any
way; we're perfectly safe unless we're
in ship channel, which I Judge we
amt from the absence of any whist
ling hereabouts."
Coast was really very tired and 1T
tie loath to be persuaded. He dropped
OF Instantly into dreamless sleep.
At some time during the night he
was disturbed by a heavy splashing
under the bows. He reused just
enough to appreciate where he was.
and lay staring drowsily at the cabin
lamp until Che seemed to have dozed
on again and again awakened) he was
aware Of Appieyard's presence In the
cabin.
Hello" he yawned, staring at the
little mans head and shoulders as he
sat on the other transom, beyond the
center-board trunk. busying himself
over something invisible in his hands.
What's up!"
Sorry I walked YOU" returned Ap-
pleyard. His eyes nickered heenly
over Coasts face for an instant. we
dritted aground q few minutes ago"
he explained In perfunctory tons:< II
pushed OF with tho sweep and anchor
ed with . short cable"
''Wheresbout d'you think we are7"
Coast pursued aeeplly.
"How should I know? Menemsha
Blight for ohodce. but 1t might b any
whore along tho Vineyard Coast-pos-
sibly Pasoue--or No Mans Land"
What's .that?"
NO Mans Land? Oh, little island
south OF Gay Head. bout AZ bdS's
handkerchief Practically uninhab-
tied"
Applsyard rose.
What you doins2" Coast yawned
e1travagantly.
Cleaning my Pipe 90 on ana
sleep: your times not up yet"
whats o'clock?'
Appleyard mumbled something in
coherent as he stepped out ON dsck:
and Coast turned over and slept
again.
It seemed hours later when he found
himself abruptly wide awake, In q
remor Of panic anxiety bred Of q
fancy that human voice had cried
out In mortal terror, somewhere
within his hearing. He started up. In
formed by that sixth sense we call In
tuition that conditions abroad the
Echo had changed radically since the
last time he had fallen asleep; and
It seemed no more than . second from
the moment his eyes opened until
he found himself in the cockpit, gaz-
ing dazedly into the inscrutable
heart Of the fog.
At first, in his confusion, he could
sec nothing amiss. The Echo was rid
ing ON quiet tide and an even keel.
with scarcely any perceptible motion.
The encompassing darkness was in
tense, unfathomable. profound: only
tho forward light showed dim halo
Of yellow opalescence near the mast
head. and the faint glow from the
cabin lamp quivered on slowly swirl
ing convolutions OF dense white va
por, like smoke. The port and star
board lights had been extinguished.
as they should be when . vessel
comes to anchor.
What. then had interrupted his
slumbsrs?
He turned with a question shaping
on his lips.
Appleyard was nowhere visible.
Coast required some minutes before
he was convinced of the fact Of tho
little mans disappearance. But the
cabin proved as empty as the cook
pit. and the tender was gooe.
The cabin chronometer chimed the
hour OF four In the morning.
As the echoes died, as though they