Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-08-20

many saSosaoas . 70 TIE fatP e d
D4n.
'Thsyr arssss ba1sss tAsy can ct
ashore" satd one. t
The tcs pack1l break up, IN. this
wind" added another. ''and II they
don't drown they'll frvss befors the
6os comes In close enough Tor them
% land" %a
Eson IT, afst asneunesws.e Of he
friends peril Captain had bsss think.
ing rapidly. His body. soss from his
lonG TIP and aching trom ths hug Of
h3s recent encounter, cried woofully
for rest. bat bis voice rose calm and
clear. We've got 70 Eet them Off, he
said. "Who viii 90 with met Thppe
70 enough"
The claDoetng voices ceased, and
the men wheeled at the sound, gazing
inGedulously 1t the speaker. "Whatl
In this storm1 You're crasy!' many
voices said.
He gased appealingiy at the faces
before him. Brave and adventurous
men he knew them to be. testing with
death ana tempered to perils in this
land where hardship rises with the
dawn. but they shook their ragged
heads hopelessly.
I'VE must save thcm!' resumed Cap
tain hotly- Barton and played a
children together. and II there's not q
man among you who's got the nerve to
follow me IN 20 alone. by heavens!'
In the silsnce Of the room be pulled
the cap about his ears and. tying 1t
snugly under bis chin. drew on bis
huge fur mlttens. Then. with q scorn.
fui laugh, he turned toward the door.
He paused as bis eye caught the
swollen face Of Big George. Blood
had sinensd In the heavy creases Of
bis face like rusted stringers in q
ledge. while his mashed and dlscoloeed
lips protruded thickly. His hair gleam-
ed red, and the sweat had dried upon
bis naked shoulders. susslked With dirt
and necked with spots Of blood. yet
the battered features shops With the
unconquered. fearless light Of rough.
strong man.
Captain strobe to him with out
stretched hand. you're q man." he
said you've got the nerve, George.
and you'll 50 with me. won't your"
what! Me7' questioned the sailor
vaguely. His wondering glance left
Captain and drtfted round the circle
OF shamed and silent faces. Then be
Strengthened stifay and cried: "Wu
60 with your Certainlyi III 60 70 -
With you"
Ready hands harnessed the dogs,
dragged from protected hooks where
they sought cover from the storm
which moaned and whistled round the
low houses Endless ragged folds of
sleet whirled out of the north, then
writhed and twisted past. vanishing
into the gray veil which shrouded The
iandscaps in q twilight gloom.
The fierce wind sank the cold into
the aching nesh like q knife and stiff.
ened the face to q whitening mask,
while fusillade Of frozen ice particles
beat against the eyeballs with blind.
ing fury.
As Captain emerged from his cabin,
furred and hooded. be found a long
train Of crouchins, whining animals
harnessed and waiting, while mufled
figures stocked the sled with robes and
food and sdmulanta.
Big George approached through the
whirling white. great. squat figure,
with duttering squirrel tails blowing
from his parka, and at his heels there
trailed figure skin clad and dainty.
"Its my wife," he explained briefly
to Captain. "She Won't let me 60
Alone"
They gravely babe farewell to all,
and the little crowd cheered Justify
against the whine Of the blizzard as,
with cracking whip ana hoarse shouts,
they were wrapped in the cloudy wind.
ing sheet Of snow.
(To Be Concluded.)