The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-11-30

yourself, and bring that spanner
you're so proud OF"
Mr.. McTodd's gait was ungainly.
but his oil-soaked slippers made no
sound. Also, being shipman, he
knew which way to turn and what TO
avoid.
''Weel," he said when he joined his
commander, its a fine night, and I
forget when | enjoyed an evenings
prospects more thoroughly. Bur
when's the entertainment to cont
mence?'
Hold your tongue, Mac. and listen.
Listen hard"
Mr.. McTodd removed his pipe, open
ed his mouth. and cooked an atten-
tive ear.
Well what do you make QUIT"
Il hear a small slap-slapping cf
wavelets upon the old girls skin, and
bit of a sough of the wind. ana
you're breathing although | reckon
you're trying TO keep It quiet; and /
think there's zap OF dog-though
maybe it's jackal-somewhere
among those mountains in the far dis
lance"
But where are the Moors who
should be waiting around the corner
to jump out and cut our throats?"
II can only hear what | telled We"
IL can make ont no more myself.
If there were men here in quantity We
ought to hear them breathing, or
rustling, or coughing Mac, believe
they've played a game on us. We
came here (both of us, | supposeJ
ready for battle, murder, and sudden
death. and it's my idea the ships de-
serted"
But we'll go-look.see before o.
X. that" said the cautious Scot.
And we'll go together, and stand
by ready for trouble. But it's my
idea we shall find none"
AYE" said McTodd, reading HE
thoughts, it'll look ugly II they've
left her Weel. we may as we'll begin
where there'll be the worst smell, and
that's forrard."
Section by section they searched
the Norman Towers. They went
through beth fremen,s and seamen 8
and found no living soul
Hatches were of, and they peered into
the gloom of holds and into the gassy
corners OF bunkers. They clattered
down the rusted engine-room ladder,
md hunted through shaft-tunnel, pump
alley. boiler room, and more bnnkers.
McTodd climbed aloft and inyest'-
gated dusty corners behind the donkey
boiler. They went through mess
room. galley, pantries, state-rooms;
they hunted through more holds They
searched the chart house, and tas =
asst afterthoughD the paint store
And nowhere did they find single
Moor or Berber alive or dead
This is a beggar," said Mr.. Nc
Todd
"One can understand that they
would go over every bit OF her even
more carefully than We have done,
and loot right and left But the as
thing to me is; first, the
amount of dirt they have brought oil
board; and second, why they shoult
have left It practically all in one
track. The decks below were COM
Daratively clean, and they don't seem
% have been padding about particI
arly in the cabins, for instance, or
he engine-room. But from the port
yangway over yonder there are two
ines OF mud and stone splinters going
forward and aft, and then going
as soon as there's a
chance, and then promenadng all tho
ength OF the port side"
McTodd scraped match. stopped
Town, and stirred the deposit with
lis finger There's too much here
or them to hAe brought aboard stuck
etween theil ices or smeared on their
l.l- oh -
mud on these decks, Skipper, TO grow
BATS, and II looks good. dark, choco-
fertile soil, too, II ono
.aked out some OF the splinters o.
stone"
That rock they were Quarrying
rom, and which we can't see in this
darkness. IS chocolate-colored. too,
IAN you see the loom o, the shore-line.
Mac? How far do you make II away
rom tie ships side?"
81 should say a kherb's length"
That's exactly my idea. The shore
here Is steep to, and she lies In deep
water close to It"
She's as still as II she was
locked
"She is in a dock. do believe. I've
In idea they've Bftad that stone, lump |
W lump. upon theft shoulders, carried
{ down the beach, toved In big
Iherb to act as floating gangway, car
led II along that and up the side
Ind that's how that big teak ladder |
rot broken, by rock falling on 1t. |
Then they've shouldereJ IL over the |
lecks here dropping bits by the way; |
md then they've pitched II over tho 1
,ort side into the lagoon There |
we're hundreds OF them. and there
we're thousands upon thousands OF 1
ons OF the stone. They were quar-
ying it during all the days, and I'M
Ter cover OF the night they were tip
ing Il over the Towers port rail. \
nd building up a dock wall OF rubble
rom the lagoon floor TO pen her In.
3y James. Mac. was Boosting to Sir /
George not many hours back that I /
would pull the old boat out OF here |
n spite OF all the Berbers in Africa.
nd I've never yet broken my word !
Ian and boy. I've. done good many |
hings TO be ashamed OF, but telling |
les Is not one OF them, and Il looks !
IS n here I've made commence.
nent"
Man, I'm vara afraid you're right.
What's that you're doingY
Stripping, I'm going overheard TO
make sure"
Hold you" said the Scot. I'm the
better diver OF the two. as we've
proved already. and those ducks
ashore are still signaling In one an