The Detroit times., 1912-03-25
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A GREAT SERIAL STORY By
MARTHA BELLINGER

tue huinDtT Oi the VAIL anu iNANihN
10 the edge OF the dock To observe the
yacht. She had steamed up river
little way for some reason known only
10 herself and was now turning very
slowly She was but family lighted,
and would pass for some pleasure
craft Just coming home. But Jim
knew better. He could. at last, put
two and two together. He would fol-
low the Face-indeed he could not
help following IT, In him had begun
that divine experience OF youth-of
youth essentially, whether II come ia
early years or late-of being car, Ell
off his feet by spirit not himss.s
He ran like young athlete down the
dock 10 the nearest workman, evoly.
ing schemes as he went.
The dock-hand alphabetically trur.
died a small keg from one pile OF
freight to another. wiped his hands
on his trousers. took dry pipe ont
OF his pocket, and looked vacantly up
the river before he replied 20 Handle
tons question.
Queer name-Jene Dark they call
her" ~
Ii was like pulling teeth to get In.
formation out OF him, but Jim applied
the forceps.
The yacht had been lying out In
the river for two weeks or more, pos
sibly less: belonged TO foreign parts
no one Whereabouts knew who It's own
er was; nor its captain: nor its pur-
pose in the harbor OF New York. At
last quite -gratuiteaslyy the man vet-
unteered a personal opinion. Slip
perry boat in gale--wouldn't trust
her"
Hambleton walked smartly back TAX
ing look at the yacht and the
motor car as he went. The yachts
nose pointed toward the Jersey shore;
the car was creeping out OF the dock.
AS he overlook the mechanic. he saw
that il was in the hands OF a ME
chanic in oyeralls and jumper In an
swer to Hambleton's question as to
the owner of the car, the mechanic
told him pleasantly TO go to the devil
and for once the sight of a coin failed
TO produce any perceptible effect. Bur
the major-genera. waiting half q
block away, was still in the humor or
giving fatherly advice. He welcomed
Jim heartily.
That's a hole amt got no use
for. 'Owd you make out?"
Well enough, for all present pIr-
poses. Can you undertake TO do Job
for me?"
IF ii amt nothing I'd have to ar
rest YOU for, might consider it," he
chuckled
Il want you to go to the Laramie
club and tell Aleck Van Camp-got
the name?-that Hambleton has gene
of on the Jeanne dare and may not
be back for some time; and he Is TO
look after the Sea Gull"
Hold on, young man; you're not
going to do anything out Of reason,
as one might say"
"Oh, no. not at all; most reason
able thing in the world. You take
this money and be sure TO get the
message TO Mr. Van Camp, will your
All right. Now tell me where | can
find tug-boat or a steam launch,
quick"
"O'Leary. down at pier X-2--O
, has launches and everything else. All
, right. my son, Aleck Van Camp. at
the Laramie. But you be good and
don't drown yourself"
This last injunction, word for word
, in the manner OF the pert Edith,
, touched Jimmy's humor He laughed
ringingly. His spirit was like
chime of belts on weekday.
The hour which followed was one
that James Hambeton found II diff
cult TO recall afterward, with any de-
gree OF Conference; but at the time his
movements were fundamentally ac.
curate, swift, effective. He got aboard
a little steam tug and followed the
yacht down the river and into the
harbor. As she stood out into the
. roads and began to increase her
speed. he directed the captain of tie
| tug To steam forward and make as II
! 10 cross her bows. This would make
| the pilot OF the yacht angry, but he
, would be forced 10 slow down a trifie.
Jim watched long enough TO see the
Z success of his maneuver. then went
/ down into the cuddy which served as a
cabin, took off most OF his clothes.
i. and looked TO the fastenings Of his
t money belt. Then he watched his
chance and when the tug was pretty
: nearly in the path Of the yacht, he
/ creW to the stern and dropped over
board.
[ Ito Be Contlnued.l
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