Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-30
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR APRIL 80. 1911

life saving station 4Gone after more ammunition for
after ALL he's signaling to the Ships Bottom crowd"
AS Bronsons Costen light fared up on the beach, the
cutters searchlght swept in over the
Carn saw the lifeboa bowling nshore; then the white
glare settled full upon him. lighting up the boiling
tiers and the big rollers booming in with the sound of
guns at The whole quicksand under water!
TRAPPED That's what they -marooned on
the old ships spar, cut off by the man killing sea
Cling yararm with the first thrill of fear he had known
I'll get him Off 50 Casco, keeper Of Ships Bottom,
nerved Carln to his perlous attempt at rescue and
salvage. But now-that rotten old Carbonate spar
would hold up the weight of the breeches buoy
the Ships Bottom 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 airshp
man. dragging them through that marderous suIf
hundred yards And we'll freeze to death waiting for
the tide to turn!"
He stared at the cluster of lights on the beach, the
evidently consulting the hfeboat hauled up with
sick realization of the terrible trap he had deliberately
walked into; but his not shaken. The quick
sand had got him for fair; but Carn had no notion OF
giving up-not with that man on his hands as good as
dead That fellow must be kept alive, at any cost
He bounced on the unconscious aviator. AS he
worked over him, Carlin pictured the long night ahead
Chilled to the bone his eyes blinded by the fling of the
salt spray his numb with the lehargy of cold he
would be helpless, knocked out like that aero
AS he struggled against the growing lethargy, the
revenues searchight swung over him and away again;
but that flash of light showed Carin the Ships Bottom
Ifeboat headed out to sea once more. For moment,
in his rage he doubted his senses.
Don't Casco know I'm here? What's he taking the
boat to sea for?"
Standing there in the white light of the revenue,
dazedy staring, he faint glow flooding the group
of life savers on the beach, There was no question
about those men working 3But what's the freworks1
l must be seeing things this time in earnest"
No! That thin line of fire rocket from the
beach, 1t sailed high over him, curvng downward to
the outer edge of the qucksand The Ships Bottom men
trying range the whole length of the Ships
Graveyard-they wanted the distance. And next mo-
ment, big glowing like an angry comet, the carbide
bomb from the beach, sped out of the mortar
the same path taken by the test rocket to seaward
where the feboat awaited it. Overhead the big self
lighting, line carrying aerial torpedo sailed, uncoing
from her vitas the white lifeline, leaving it trailing in
her wake the whole length of the qucksand, from
beach to outer reef.
Carlin dazed, cold, despairing, watched. What
they doing with Ships Bottom big sand wagon? He'd
helped drag the white feboat that old sand wagon
miles of beach to wreck, or launch her through
the SURF with the detachable wheels falling away from
the boat when the water struck her. The ashore
worked by the light of blazing tar bucket taking the
sand wagon apart The forward wheels they made fast
to light wire hawser slung the end of lifeline.
The feboat already had the seward end of the line.
Presently the pair of wheels, like bodess cart
long rope shot out over the qucksand head on for the
castaways
ats the boat wagon! By George! we'll make it yet!
Cascos hauling out part of the boat wagon-the only
thing that would cross this mantrap now!"
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
only place where the Struggled goods could be
hidden, and that in the long cylindrical float the
asropanes pontoon that lay at his feet, its thin
metal end nosing the spar. And that loot meant Car
Inns vindcaton! He dropped
beside the aviator in a last
= -seeeess attempt to rouse him to con-