New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-09-01
s,,NnAv MAGAZINE FOR SEPTEMBER l.. 1912

nonoon that would carry a half-score men on hawse,
or through a seaway with airholeS punched outward
through its cover keep the sea from seepng in The
crew seldom bothered with that.
\ hurried changing from the watchtower told them Of
the coming up Of the ship the reef laundering through
the smother that sometimes hid her from sight Of the
beach Overhead the wireless clashed ITS useless voleys
TO the void But the ship held on
"She's bent on barr'try, bat blind!' Casco ragged.
Jump her, Boys
Il can't raise the rev nue. an that ship won't answer
the wireless operator complained. Looks like that
Government boat is trying to fetch her. from her fash
You fellows amt got much time
The crew sprang for the boat. As the men tumbed
in, Little Welsh crouching over the motor box, looked
up with a scared face
tools. CRYING mad "Scks like molasses. We can't Use
the powcr Sail herr
To beat out in the big motor using her lugsils, that
was Ships Bottoms only chance. At that, the revenue
would beat them to t-wlpe their eye again But the
hvdropanc there to warn ShipS III pcrlI il only 1t
@Sbe's cot TO work." Welsh snarled. He was out Of
the boat and clawng out on the bird-ship's heavng
planes Zip She's all hunk, Cap! ! can bore out in
that blow NIcbbv the rev'nue1 git the bird; but
Ships BottomIl be there to say howdy!
"A single Coston may scare her off. Good luck 20 ye
Welshy!~ the Captain cried
Tell EN- we're comn'I roared the crew.
WELSH took no chance Of turning somersault or
w smashing up before he started-better the surf
4ba, the vb;Tlash Of the wind Those men knew what
m do oiven half a chance. High the sand dune,
CaDtain Casco watched the peril at sea and directed
oDerations Surfman, wadng and swimming, crossed
the inlet and when the hydropane on her fiat pontoons
charged the wordcut the sands two men on the ends
Of a half-inch line helped her through. When Welsh
cleared IT, topping the first big breaker the eboat was
already living down on the wind snoring tor the cut
He heard assoc bowling something; but he lost II IN the
storm Dead ahead a ftful glimmer, he gueSseI the
revenue cutters scarchght; the freghter was 5'me-
where in that rolling mist OF sea smoke
NO lghts-no siren-actn jus like the Other she
is" Welsh was thinking OF the Copper King, III 'ated
fellow liner TO this in the darkness and the long roll
# disaster she initiated THAT reef got every onco. emf
Il was the lure of the reef he trying to blot from
,oc,norv-no hard Job in the task he had on hand.
stout ~ She was the hvdroplanc with his light weight
was making bad weather OF itas well she night
Nhipsawing like an angry darnng needle over the sur
face Of the sea- To rise from the water would be fatal
in that overhead blast Welsh crouched drowned
rat over the driving wheel, steering by instinct IN the
black smother
"Thevll need lights bad out there. he gaspcd.
He was out mile now, nearly as ne couid judge
the motor running fine "Welshs windjammer. alone
Of the apparatus Of the beach, making good. The
thin planes cut the wind like knife. The rect range On
the right fled past like phanoms suddenly he saw
and cried out The ship had beat him to IT,
The frcighter Algonquin,-he could almost read The
gold letters on her bow,-a waowlng black hulk WIN
finneled av broadsde 10 the sea- farther out She lad
almost passed the sunken reef but she was not wheeling
now-Wesh saw that. The ships engines had stopped
every light was out; and suddenly an omnous grim-
bling deep down. on the ships keel-scraplng the rcct
Caught in her stride, the Algonquin turned slowly TO
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