Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-07-28

nervousy at his beard and tired to seem impressed
Bascom stopped sending and threw up the switch Il
receive. He addressed them again.
"We're not the only with advice. That Gladi-
fellow has been throwing it in too, and New York
and the others Stringer has managed to get most OF
the world interested. If he gets out OF that fix.
he'll draw pay from vaudeville circuit sure. And
think of it, gorilla oosein charge of the slip-tle
gone-and five hundred miles QUIT
They thinking OF it. Since the first S. @. $.
Thompson had been thinking until it seemed to him
that he had considered any other subject. The
Winds violence and the determined roaring of the
outside their snug retreat only urged imagination
to higher power one had any imagination to draw on
HAS he said anything?
Bascom raised his hand for silence. He listened
holding his breath that he might correctly interpret
everyone Of those delicate ticks his The batteries
giving out and the messages from the Hyperion
growing fainter the operator had been injured and
was diving Bascom looked up.
"IIe has rugged a wire loop. The ape flung club
and dashed in his window. But he's ready for him.
What chance. Nonco'
"FIe may have one, little one hoped Thompson
He paused; for Bascom had caught his breath again
The operators eyes dated and his fingers the desk
edge whitened under the strain of his grip. He seemed
to witness some exciting struggle.
Coming up the deck-climbing the bridge-the
light isn't holding hm-hes quit sending
Its going to be finish in the next few minutes.
sighed Thompson.
The men in the pagoda stirred uneasily Bascon
wiped his face and then twisted the handkerchief until
his nails it. Each OF them felt that he ought
spring outside, shrek orders to the fellow
advice encouragement. do something to lend him
fdence and strength: but glance showed the black
waste surrounding them. the lifting of huge waves
white Tipped, when the lightning and forced upon
them the fact that the man they sought to help
five hundred miles in the black, and that they knew
Of his situation only through those tiny cckngs at
Bascc.n's faint and meaningless without inter
probation the stirring Of bug in pillbox. 1t
almost too ange and eery to be credited. Save for
the hand the key and the thin flung voice, this
would mean another derelict, overdue report.
other mystery Of the sea, battling explanation
THE night Waterman broke the silence. He mum
: bled thlckV, do Ne-dO hear anvthng.'
Bascom shook his head without looking up. Then
he suddenly flung his head side he always did
when concentrating his lips moved, trOWn pucke.ed
his brow.
whats that? God! what's that he whispered,
terrified whisper to the Others Something's wrong!
He's trying to send and can't. 1t cant be that, eithe
If he was conscious, he'd do better than lists
the beast! He's inside and fooling with the KEY"
This last sentence Bascorn fairly screamed out. he
sprang for his SWITCH pulled it halfway down. and then
thrust it back again. His face went white.
Il can do nothing. he muttered ptifuly. Its all
up There's the Gladiator calling! They've heard it.
The others Mortified. The policeman stared
at the Waterman, and suddenly, weakly sat down in
his chair if the strain Of standing had been much
for him. Thompson bit his lips nervously.
ats great-a big story, he muttered to himself;
"but wish hadn't been here tonightl'
For FIVE long minutes this silence and horror lasted
They waited for Bascom to say something cheering;
but he did not stir utter sound. The little room
round and seemed overheated.
Krueppel abruptly and cried out, "Let me go.
This things got me twittering
"Don't-don't 60 with EN-. Thompson! Wait 70
till I'm through work. | don't want to sit here"
@All right, agreed the reporter in colorless tone
All right. | understand; III stay
THE animal king, the patroman and the Waterman
hurried out into the fresher air. drawing long drafts
of it in relief For long time there silence in the
little pagoda Thompson looked at his watch
NEARLY five o'clock. It's clearing. II never want
to pass another night with wireless not if live to
Quiet cried Bascom, and he bent forward. a
thought heard There he IS calling. It's the H +
perion and Stlinger'
He banged down his aerial switch, and the blue