Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-11
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culs he had the engineers wrists in his iron grip be-
fore it had passed. flooding the chamber and leaving
death struggle Braun lurchng upon them effort
to help, received back-handed swing that sent him
sprawlng.
@Butting in, trying to drown the mani" Bronson
snared Stumbling fighting for his life and Lorrys, he
dragged him through the hatch into the swrng waters
deck. Red wrath was roaring in his BRAIN Angered
by the engineers struggles his big fist shot out with
impact he could hear himself, the grating and
grinding of the laboring hulks.
"If you're bound to freeze onto me, 81 me chance'
he painted at the drowning 10 say nothln o
them tgertails oafng round liable to grab gon up
The sharks didn't bother Bronson. His mind was
obsessed with the necessity of getting Lorry to the
float up of his volition that his breath was
hausted. The mysterious law of gravitaton that de-
mands the first descent of drowning body had not yet
taken its toll of the old engineer Besides the eptical
stern of the tea bark in the way.
Bronson crowded past the intervening hulk swarmng
up the rigging with the limp form in his arms He Won
dered vaguely why Braun hadn't followed on his heels,
shown a light anyway, if he wouldn't lend hand;
but recollection of that whteshocked face behind the
vizor as Braun stumbled back down in the bulkhead
only brought resentful grow-l Irwin to cop every
thing he was! Nobody needs his help
His missing mate was still his mind when he
bubbing out of the sea, with old Dave draped on his
armored shoulder. wOmanS blOod-ch1lllng wall
greeted the significant appartlon but he surrendered
his burden with single curt motion toward the
conscious engineer that set Ships Bottom working like
peajacketed demons to restore respiration.
First add" Bronson muttered duly. That's what
that crook of the meant. That ud fetch Dave
round all right! terrible WEAKNESS stole over him; his
brain throbbed with dull hatred of the and all that
down there in the black depths. Truth was Joe
only amateur, and the experience he had just
passed through calculated to try stone mans
nerve let alone the sckenng sweet flavor of the pump
airheh to workin Mentally and physically he was sick
Still muttering to himself, he looked up to find the
in the boat signaling anxiousy with Brauns life
line. His air hose too hung limp the side. And
Annie staring up at of terror her
white face. Where was Bud, anyhow?
Suddenly Joe understood and laughed grimly This
was Annie Lorry Buds Annie of course! And he had
left Bud down there to drown! Just like hammer
head like him to forget that!
He urched to his feet with a rough gesture to the
crew to make him ready. If Annie wanted Braun
badly all that badly she had to cry for him, why
he'd go down and get him. just he had shed out her
father for her. He knew where Braun was-he ought
to! After stretching him out down there!
WHEN Hammerhead Bronson went over the side
w his last glance at the girl sitting there with
her face in her hands, and the watching with
dOwncast, set faces.
1t was much darker than before the yacht deck,