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long afterward that he went below to talk
to Angus McIvor, who ruled in the Electra :
engine room.
EORTY-EIGHT hours after that at gray
l break O. day Pericles and Randolph
keeping vigil on the Electra S bridge, sighted
by glass five miles away a.partly disnasted
vessel hove to under reefed foresail and
with the Black Stack and Red Stack coming
up on her from lceward like wolves to kill.
"My God. that looks like that-that
Andes that was lost!" exclaimed Randolph,
turning with blanched face toward Pericles,
who in that instant, seeming not to hear,
not to see, his companion, leaped to the en-
CINE room speaking tube in mid-bridge. And
Curt Randolph, thinking it was the eery
morning light that made his chiefs face look
SO white, heard him send down to Angus
McIvor an order that brought a thunderous
roar out of the Elcctra's oil-burning bowels
and fairly lifted her engines from their bed
plates.
And within that half hour, even as Abby
Thornton had seen him in her dreams,
Pericles O'Brien beheld the Commodore
standing at the rust-splotched rail of the
Andes and waving away the towboats that
were bidding like robber barons to take him
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in the strong old face, bearded now like a
patriarch 's,-want in the gaunt form garbed
in the most pitiable tatters, but he smiled
rs he discovered Pcricles and sent an answer
to the hail of cheer that went up to him from
the Electra What he said was lost amid the
din Of the Black Stack and Red Stack bid
ding and chorus of cries that ascended
from the Andes mizzen rigging, where seven
or eight Gambler Islanders clung like flight
of lined crows begging to be taken off. 1t
was with these frightened cravens that the
conquering heart who stood at the helm had
won out Of the vitals of the deep.
EARLY three mornings afterward those
- who Steered the towboats Monarch and
Fearless saw the wrecker Electra, on whose
f1anks they were hanging, suddenly cast of
the prize of which she had robbed them.
Only five miles to the eastward opened the
autumn-browned Heads of San Francisco.
Periclcs O Brien was letting 60 at the thresh-
old Of port
In jackal eagerness the Black Stack and
Red Stack swung round on their heels to
pounce on this unexpected prey: but only
to pause as they ranged up under her stern.
The Andes was standing in under her own
canvas, which fair west wind was bellying
full And while the towboat men wondered
at what they saw, for the thing that the
Electra had done was beyond the appre-
hension Of their code, Pericles O'Brien,
standing beside the Commodore on the
Andes poop, was making one of the longest
speeches OF his life to his own four bullies.
"There's little lady waiting and watch
ing at cottage window on Russian Hill this
morning for this ship to come home. She
has been waiting long, long time-never
doubling, never waverlng IN her faith that
her dreams would come true. We're sailing
in this way to make 'em come true, and
and if we live to be thousand years old
none Of us will ever do a better or-or finer
days work.
So it was that the ship Andes, saved by a
miracle, if YOU will {the tidal wave that had
swept the Gambler Islands in destruction
had carried her clear of the reef upon which
she had stranded and had been the salvation
of all who labored in her that day), went
sailing home through the Golden Gate.
nH, knew knew never doubted
~ that should see you again, William!'
said Abby Thornton that afternoon where
she sat beside her vigil window looking up
into her husbands face and pressing one Of
his bruised hands against her cheek.
"'Who shall not doubt in his heart my
beloved, the old Viking was quoting as
P,.ricles and John Laysan entered the room,
with All Sing trailing at their heels
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