The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1911-10-19

through an arc of almost ninety de- /
grees ere it steadied
What in thunder does that mean?"
Of incredulity
Means were both asses of blooded
lineage" said Appleyard sourly, ris-
ing; though you're not a marker to
ne. should've known better-Td We
thought Of it right away II / had only
half the sense God gives the domestic
goose. That compass was right on
top Of the spark coil Naturally It
magnetized And would've
known better, too, If ever l had run
an engine with the coil On the cylin-
| der before. Oh-pifie!"
Then I've been holding the wrong
| course for several hours"
| "Prezactly."
! And you haven't any idea where
We are?"
! Not glimmer"
Thoroughly disheartened, Coast left
the wheel. Nice mess" he observed
quietly.
Appleyard sighed profoundly The
worst of 1t is, I'm a sawed-off little
runt, too small for you to kick as
ought to be kicked.
Yes" said Coast.
They dined simply and solemnly on
cold things, after which Appleyard, at
his own suggestion. took the first
watch. You need rest" he argued.
! and / don't-rarely sleep over three
pS~h In nd
| when your times up I'll call you.
There's nothing to worry about. any
| way; we're perfectly safe unless were
in ship channel, which l Judge we
amt from the absence of any whist
ling hereabouts."
Coast was really very tired and lit
| tie loath to be persuaded. He dropped
off 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
Off again and again awakened) he was
aware of Appleyard'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 l walked you," returned Ap-
| pleyard His eyes f1ickered keenly
over Coasts face for an instant. I'VE
drifted aground a few minutes ago, ;"
he explained in a perfunctory tone; i
pushed off with the sweep and anchor
ed with a short cable"
"Whereabout dyou think We are?'
Coast pursued sleepily
How should l know? Menemsha
Blight for choice, but it might be any
where along the Vineyard Coast-pos
sibly Pasque-or No Mans Land"
What's that?"
mo Mans Land? Oh, little islanG
south of Gay Head, bout as big's 6
handkerchief. Practically uninhab
| tied"
Appleyard rose.
What you doing?" Coast yawnet
extravagantly
sleep; your times not up yet"
whats o'clock"
Appleyard mumbled something II
, coherent as he stepped out on deck
and Coast turned over and sleI
again.
1t seemed hours later when he foun
himself abruptly wide awake, in
| frov NJ OF nf
fancy that a human voice had erie
out in mortal terror, somewher
within his hearing. He started up, IL
formed by that sixth sense We call IL
i tuition that conditions abroad th
Echo had changed radically since tn
last time he had fallen asleep; an
1t seemed no more than second frol
the moment his eyes opened unit
he found himself in the cockpit, ga
ing dazedly into the inscrutabl
heart of the fog
At first, in his confusion, he coul
see nothing amiss. The Echo was ri
ing On quiet tide and an even kee
with scarcely any perceptible motio1
The encompassing darkness was II
tense, unfathomable, profound; onl
the forward light showed a dim hal
Of yellow opalescence near the mas
head, and the faint glow from th
cabin lamp quivered on slowly swir
: ing convolutions of dense white v
4. | por like smoke. The port and sta
board lights had been extinguishe
as they should be when a vess
ST &. comes to anchor.
;, What. then had interrupted b
slumbers?
He turned with a question shapiI
1t. on his lips.
/, Appleyard was nowhere visible.
Coast required some minutes befol
he was convinced of the fact of tt
ne little mans disappearance. But tt
cabin proved as empty as the coo
~ pit, and the tender was gone.
The cabin thermometer chimed II
7 hour of four in the morning.
As the echoes died. as though tbs
| had evoked the genius of that plac
a strange and dreadful cry rent Il
h silence, sounding shrill across the "
tiers. yet as If coming from q gre
n distance.
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