Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-03-23

Strengthened up from the steering sweep tossing off his
pealacket
I'll get him. he said unless the screw gets first
Serves me right for coming out help Harry Morton
take his runaway partner off that ship hats what |
done, Boys.
HE the side with the last bitter words swim
Il ming with all his strength. He had the drowning.
in his grip while the ship still doomed them.
The swirlng flung them both against her side and
Morton ceased struggle but the life savers
jacket of Sea Island cotton held them both up. Over
head he heard men yelling for rope, for life preservr;
but there was no time to wait johnson planted both
feet against the ships side the time straightn
ing his long legs like jumping jack. The shock and the
onrush of the hull did the rest throwing them clear OF
the wash, tossing them dozen feet away he felt
the lash of the propeller roared past leaving them
foundering Death had snapped at their very
heels, missing them by inch
Il kind thought it could be done, Johnson gasped.
I'll be broke when get ashore but give her a
for her money, anyhow
he llteboat was on top of him; boathooks and
brawny arms dragging them the side, while the
crew shouted joyous abuse ohnSon lay painting in the
bottom of the boat all in spent with his tussle with
Old Ocean and the liner which had slowed up marking
time, dozen ship lengths away Evidently the
had reused commotion aboard Shouts and questioning
cries came down wind, passengers crowdng the rail.
In the llfeboa the crew closed in on Mortcn listening
while the wrecker talked eagerly urging them to
plan of action Johnson went hot and cold he the
men looking back at him, their faces grim in the shld
owy light Well-he didn't care. he DULLES knew
he going sell them out-that he'd risked every
That what he'd done! No pretending any thing
else In spite of his squeak too, Harry Nortol
still urging them to take off his fugitive partner.
Suddenly gutfaw went up. Yankee Evans sprang
for the steering sweep, and the llfeboa shot ahead.
working under the lee of the Ship of light in the
darkness. Little Welsh made trumpet of his hands.
"Abo-oard the Cornwall! Sta-and by to catch the
lnel'
he growl of a megaphone answered from the bridge.
What s all this row, anyway. What's your trouble.
You'll be foundered if you board us in this weter
well shoot you line an board you like Port Adj
miral. The lifesavers tickled something.
"Al ready?'
Welsh swung coil of line and pointed to the bow
gun. Plainly the officer understood for the whistle
up three four blasts they could hear the thump
of the telegraph signal the bridge and the ship slowed
half speed ahead.
"Do you think you can make it?" Morton cried in
agitated voice.
The gunner laughed scornfuly. MAKE it? Like
ridin in autermobile! We got to do it, that's all
1t dawned on the wretched Johnson that the
meant to stand by him-finsh up the work he had
started He struggled up with vague notion OF
interfering Yankee Evans at the steering sweep
pulled him back
you're deposed!' Evans growed. Then, as Johnson
sank down with his face in his hands, ave got fetch EN-
both ashore now" Evans explained Its the ony
chance of squarng things with the Inspector for takn
out the boat an ben' SO long off station Now Welshy
let 'er go!"
THE line gun in the bow cracked like whip,-the gun
Johnson had brought along for the same purpose
he remembered with a groan,- and the lifeline shot
the deck of the steamer There the seamen fe
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