Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-03
FLOTSAM AND JETSAM

booming away out front, coming louder and
louder. think she's got enough steam to
take her round the Gridiron, Sam?' he said.
She'll blow in" Flotsam said. Tell the
engineer to open her up wide, an Jump back
an gimme hand at the hellum. We got
to run for it,
Jetsam came back with a scattering of
bare feet on the bridge. II told EN- who we
are, and told where we was gon', and told
EN- Ships Bottom boat'd meet us, he splut
tered. "Thay amt had any vegetables for
two months: on'y salt horse he said. "The
apples is putting 'em all to sleep
Flotsam stared at him in CONSERVATION.
There wasn't any question of their being in
charge. The skipper had sagged down in his
chair, snoring. Apples act on men OF lime
juicer like chloroform, almost.
Right out in front of them the deck OF the
freighter seemed mile long. The big seas
coming in over her bows struck her like big
fists, with the sound of :. cannonballs: she
wallowed and rolled, and then, creaking and
groaning, she swung away. Flotsam sprang
up on the leeward side OF the wheel, pulling
it over; Jetsam Topped the flashing round the
spokes.
~She's rolling now! Hang on Flotsam
shouted. Have they got the fires going?7
"The engineers got her wide open-big
fat teller he is, VIOLIN apples!' Jetsam
painted. "D'ye think we can make it, Sam?'
"'Course we can make it! Look out fer
the cat!7 Flotsam said. by links! There's
Ships Bottom!'
THE Mynheer Vandcrdccken, 1aboring
and pounding, had spun round on her
heel hurtled onward by storm and her own
ebbing power, she rushed inland. There was
little for Flotsam and Jetsam, clinging to the
wheel, to do, except to keep the rudder
amidships.
The storm at her back now, the mist
opened shoreward. Off the lee bow, lifting
high on the whitecappcd rollers, red flare
shone out,-Barnegat Light.
"She's headin' straight on the Gridiron.
We got to swing her round on the north end.
Close shavin!" shrilled Flotsam.
IAN jam her in the inlet Jctsam painted.
AN Look"
Dead ahead under the pounding bows,
through the deep rumbling line OF white
surf on the beach, flinging water from her
white sides, came the Ships Bottom lifeboat.
Look in the STERN Flotsam shouted
back. THAT'S Pop Birdsall-you can tell
his Horace Greeley hat"
CONSERVATION fell on the BOYS. They had
no way of knowing that the whole popula
ton of Barnegat village was reused over the
fate OF the wonderful new life saving boat
sent off TO sea with never a thought OF the two
boys scouting somewhere along the beach.
They only knew. with suddenly jumping
hearts, that they had been instrumental III
losing the little torpedo model Gone TO
sea on her own hook. kctch us monkeyin
with Cover ment property again" And
there sat the village constable, laws terror,
with a white hat, with the brass buttoned
Inspectors, in Ships Bottoms boat.
Fetched Pop out to arrest u.s. said
Ietsam gloomily.
Were takin' her in-this old sea wagon
ought to square things, said Flotsam, swal-
lowing hard. He wasn't thinking OF salvage
then. 1--WE can wheel her in, an run her
aground, an dive overheard, an duck
Drown Yes, we all drown! You little
mermans wreck my ship-so2~ The dazed
skipper, suddenly reused, lurched out of his
chair. Bewildered, he gazed at he terrors
ahead the imminent surf, the reef rocks,
roaring and spray washed, and the white
hfeboat, flashing out of the sea- right ahead
OF the onrushing Vanderdecken.
But Flotsam and Jetsam had no time to
fool with a half delirious man. Together