Rocky Ford enterprise., 1913-01-17

lights alternated with the steady,
piercing brilliance OF the incandes-
cents. and both struggled against the
lingering daylight.
A heavy policeman at the corner
had seen the car. He. pointed west
into the cavernous darkness of tho
wharves.
If she amt down at the Imperial
docks she's gone plump into the river.
for that's the way she went" he in
sisted. The policeman had the bear
Ing of a major-general and the accent
or the city of Cork. Hambleton went
on past the curving street-car tracks.
lodged loaded dray emerging from
the dock. and threaded his way under
the shed. He passed piles of trunks.
and couple of truckmen dumping
assorted freight from an ocean liner.
No motor-car or yelled lady, nor
sound of anything like a woman's
voice. Hambleton, came out into the
street again. looked about for another
probable avenue of escape for the
car and was at the point or bafiiement,
when the major-general pounded slow
ly along his way.
In there, my son. and no nice place
either!" pointing to smaller entrance
alongside the Imperial docks. almost
concealed by swinging signs. 1t was
plainly forbidden way. and at first
sight appeared too narrow for the
passage of any vehicle whatsoever.
But examination showed that 1t was
not too narrow; moreover. 1t opened
on level with the street.
'Tf ypu raoI1y r,opf how cba'o in
there. though what'n be to pay II
you go in there without a permit.
don't know I'd hate to have to ar
rest you"
ut might be the best thing for me
If you did. but I'm going In. You
might walt here a minute, Captain, II
you will"
II will that; more especially as that
car was sumner for speed and
already had my eye on her I'd like
to see you fish her out of that hole"
But Hambleton was out of earshot
and out OF sight. An empty passage
smelling of bilge-water and pent-up
gases opened suddenly on to the larg-
er dock. Damp flooring. with wide
cracks stretched off to the left: on
the right the solid planking terminal
ed suddenly in huge piles. against
which the water. capped with scum
and weeds, splashed fitfully. The riv
er bank, lined with docks, seemet
lulled Into temporary quietness. Ferry
boats steamed at their labors farther
up and down the river. but the cur
rents~6f travel left here and there a
peaceful quarter such as this. -
To ,lxI IAtN 1haI Ix~
and the river In rapid survey. The
dock itself was dim and vast, with a
few workmen looking like ants In the
distance. 1t offered nothing of en-
couragement; but on the river. fifty
yards away. and getting farther away
every minute, was a yachts tender.
The figures of the two rowers we're
quite distinct, their oars making
rhythmical flashes over the water
but 1t was impossible to say exactly
what freight, human or otherwise. 1t
carried. 1t was evident that there
we're. people aboard. possibly several.
Even as Hambleton strained his eyes
to see. the outli2es of the rowboat
merged into the dimness. II was
pointed like a gun toward large
yacht lying at ancher further out In
the stream. The vessel swayed pret-
tily to the current, and slowly swung
its dim light from the masthead
They've got her-out in that boat"
said Hambleton to himself. feeling.
while the words were on his lips.
that he was drawing conclusions un-
warranted by the evidence. Thus he
stood, one foot on the slippery log
A. al, ~ Nt,l
little drama played itself out, SO far
as his present knowledge could go. His
Judgment still hung In suspense. but
his senses quickened themselves to
detect, II possible, what the outcome
might be. He saw the tender ap-
proach the boat. lie alongside: saw
one sailor after another descend the |
rope ladder. saw a limp, inert mass
lifted from the rowboat and carried
up, as II 1t had been merchandise. to |
the deck of the yacht: saw two men
follow the limp bundle over the gun. |
vale: and finally saw the boat herself |
drawn up and placed In her davits. |
Hambletons, mind at last slid to Its
conclusion like a bolt into It's socket |
They're kidnapping her. without a
doubt" he said slowly. For a moment
he was like one struck stupid. Slowly |
he turned to the dock. looking up and
down its orderly but unprepossessins |
clutter. Dim lights shone here and
there, and a few hands were at work |
at the farther end. The dull silence, |
the unresponsive preoccupation OF
whatever life was in sight, made 1t all
seem as remote from him and from
this tragedy as from the stars.
In fact. 1t was impersonal and re-
mote to such a degree that HANDLE |
toms practical mind halted yet an in
slant, in doubt whether there were |