The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1914-12-07

ereQ 10 cry out Tor nelp the dOry was
a hundred yards off the beach and
making excellent time in the direction
Of that lonely green light.
They wrought with the oars like
men possessed, yet with machine
like precision that drove the boat fast
and uriously-without attempt to still
the splashing Of their blades Con-
cealment of their purpose from those
who remained aboard the schooner
was out of the question. The shouts,
the shots, the play of fashlamps
along the beach-as though Bedlam
had loosed half a dozen lunatic will
O. the wisps upon the holy peace of
nigEt-must have betrayed the fact
that they had turned the tables long
before the dory left the inshore shoals.
The commonest precautions, how
ever, made them pause and rest upon
their oars while yet little way from
their goal.
Only an ominous silence rewarded
the utmost efforts Of their straining
senses; no sound was audible other
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block; nothing was visible beyond the
sinister glare Of that almost stationary
green lantern.
What Think" Barcus inquired in
dubious undertone.
mo telling" Alan replied in the
same manner. "All chance"
you've got that gun handy ?"-with
reference to the rifle Of which they
had despoiled the victim Of the sky's
ill-faith.
! Here"
"Then-let's go to It! Give way!"
! A dozen lusty strokes brought Them
alongside the schooner, and as the
dory scraped the waist of the larger
vessel the two young men dropped
oars, rose, and Selling the low gum
wales, lifted themselves to the decR
Nothing opposed them the deck was
ignorant Of other footsteps than theirs
own, the schooner as silent as only g.
becalmed ship can be.
Without further consultation, Alan
led quickly aft and down the compan-l
ionway to the cabin, where dim light!
burned-a smoky lamp swinging In
gimbals above a cluttered table.
OF the two stateroom doors one dis
closed an empty cabin, the other was
locked
Trying the handle roughly, Alan,
fancied he heard a sound within. Paus-
ing, he called, with a thrill Of fearful
hope:
Hello, in there!"
The respone was cry Of incredulous
delight: "Alan!"
By way of answer Alan hurled him.
self bodily against the door. At the
second impact of shoulders backed by
a hundred and eighty pounds OF solid
flesh and determination, the lock splin-
tered away from it's socket, the door
flew open with bang-and Alan into
the room with a cry. "Rose!"
His sweetheart met him halfway,
her arms uplifted, her countenance
TRANSPORTED.
And Mr.. Barcus turned and slowly
assembled the companionway, his nose.
wrinkled with misgivings.
'Blest If l know how he thinks he
can tell 'em apart" he remarked mot
that I blame him for taking chance;
it wouldn't pain me any to find out
I'd kissed the wrong girl by mistake
not, that is, unless she didn't care for
my technique.
"In that case" he allowed, Il guess
the sequel would be apt to prove toll
cradle agonizing!"
Some ten minutes later a hail from
the deck broke the embrace Of the
lovers:
below there! / say-Law!-wind
a-coming"
"Right-o! Half a minute!"
But that stipulated delay was sew
eral times multiplied before Alan
showed up on deck to find Barcus
bending a laborious back to the cap
stan
Lend a hand, can't your" Barcus
complained, blowing heavily. II didn't
interrupt your amours just to get an
audience. The sooner we get this
anchor in"
Aldu Cu0ChSU I'LL WILL udllO OAA
his arm. whats that?" he demanded
in tone tense with apprehension.
The muff1ed running of heavy-duty
marine motor drifted down on the
wings Of the sluggish wind.
Don't ask me-I'm afraid to guess!"
But they couldn't possibly"
"Since when did you set up to be
a judge of possibilities? Nothing prob
able ever happened to you in all your
yong life-'s fairs can make out. AS
for mel know there are at least two
life-saving stations on Nauset, both
with modern equipment motor life
boats and ALL. and nothing will ever
persuade me that pack of wolves
would stick at breaking in and conf1s-
eating one Of the same. It's as likely
as not-only more SO. Our present
business is to get the hi out of here
and not advertise our exit, either.
Take that port light in and dowse it,
while do the same by the StarbOard.I