The Detroit times., 1912-12-09
A The Marriage Of Il,
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IlEHV ROMANCE OF THE SEA. IN
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ASA Copyright 1912. Merrill GAftz1
NANCE OF THE SEA
By CUTCLIFFE HYNE
Copyright 1912. The BObbs-Merrin Company

OF the wire, which was as taut al
an iron bar, led in through one OF
the Norman Towers hawse-plpes. II
was obvious she was trying to tow
IL was equally obvious she could not
do II, and Captain Kettle cursed Mr.
Neil Angus McTodd. unqualified Sec
ond engineer and acting-captain OF
the kangaroo. with maritime point
and nuency.
"McTodd's polished his old coffee
mill OF an engine till he thinks
there's no limit to her power" Ket-
tie told himself. "and now he's try
ing to pull a steamboat full OF dead
weight. and anyway six times ouI
size, through what practically
amounts to a dock wall"
A moment later he pulled up sharp
ly and took quick cross-bearing OF
the Norman Towers foremost against
cleft OF the chocolate-colored rock
behind. by the living James" he
cried. hes budged her. She's NOV
ing ahead"
The Berber kaid pulled up along
side him. II thought you and Nc
mullins had built that ship up In
side a coffer-dam that weighed about
million tons OF solid stone?"
81 saw the stone myself" said
Kettle shortly. and looked at his
watch. Its bang on the top OF high
water this minute. and now they've
got a move on her she's coming on
like a bar pulled through a key OF
tallow. Look at those links OF cable
hopping In through her port hawse-
pipe. Macs laid out an anchor
ahead, and he's heaving on that as
well as with the old girls own steam
on her own windlass. You can see
the leak OF II now through the es-
cape. Great James! why can't ! find
boat?"
But the engineer In charge Of the
salvage operations was not the man
TO break OF just then for the mere
pleasure OF being superseded by his
superior officer. Mr.. McTodd stood
on the forecastle OF the Norman
Towers enjoying himself hugely.
We was wet through and dripped
brine as he stood: his overalls were
smeared with every variety OF sea i'm
purity from back grease TO the red
rust Of iron. There was seaweed In
his beard and an oozy red cut on the
bridge OF his nose. He exuded a
mixed aroma OF whisky. competency.
and authority. and from Trethewy,
the mate on the Wangaroo's upper
bridge. to the meanest no-nation
deck-hand awaiting orders on the
Norman Towers. all within ear-shot
were ready to Jump to do his hid
ding
Inch by inch, and then foot by
foot, the Norman Towers hove up To
her anchor, and the windlass en-
zines. which had strained hard to
make a quarter OF a turn ut time
under an extra full head OF steam.
began to send up steady rhythmicaI
clatter. and TO make the deck beneath
them buckle and shake.
Go 1t. old girl" said Mr.. McTodd.
Gosh. but this is scraping the bar
nacles finely OF your belly" He
raised his voice to a throaty below
and hailed cluster OF men who lay
behind a barrlcade OF coal bags on
the poop: aft there: are you keep
ing bright lookout IL another
shot comes aboard from the shore
without your shooting first, I'll bap-
the some more OF ye with three
Quarterback spanner Kindly re-
member I've no put We there just FOR
decorative purposes, We lop-eared
aliens. Dye hear me. you Schwere-
insen?"
AYE. aye. saire."
"I don't know who II was that was
playing the devils delight just now
behind those saud-hils." continued
Mr.. McTodd, this time to the under
sized fireman who was attending 10
the windlass engines beside him, but
by the pleasure somebody seems TO
be taking over the scrap. IL seemed
yara like as II our Old Man had
scraped clear, and was coming back
here to stir UP trouble. Gosh! I'd
give thumb TO think yon was true.
There's the skipper sir. Just rode
mn on a black 'orse TO the top Of that
sand-Ill. Looks to me by the way
'e's a-shakin' is fist 'e's letting loose
a mouthful OF Ian guage."
bite of your tongue. you muffin
GUS son OF Whitechapel tripe-
hawker Man. have seen creatures
more worthy than you fair smashed
TO a Jelly for speaking so OF the
Lords anointed. And anyway,
abusing the shippers an amusement
I resairve for myself. Waving. Is hef
ri let him wave his arrums from
their sockets and his whip-lash OF a
tongue from its roots before ] pleas
ure him by sending boat that II
bring him of TO interfere here. BY
gosh. this is my funeral, and no other
corpse need apply.
And so. like another commanding
officer before him. Mr. n. A. McTodd
turned a blind eye to all shore signals
till he had completed the work he
bad set his mind on, and saw the
Norman Towers hung TO her anchor
with clean deep water all round her.
and had cast of the heavy wire tow
inR-hawser from the Wangaroo, and
hidden Trethewy drop his hook
alongside. But when all this was
completed he sent of boat. and