The daily Alaskan., 1914-09-30

Torshell, again salutng. had stepped back, his pallid face blood red and his Htteeth hard clinched and gritting. The wary. diplomatic first fir just then cheer fly nodded aside to him. ~- .->
 He let himself rock to the vessels jiggling among the cumbrcds masses of sea- Since he had joined, of the way laid liner, his had been hard luck. He felt acutely the general sentiment against him, but, notwithstanding all, his mettle was yet strong. It was the snobblsh crowd in the wardroom and the unpleasant bearing of his subordi- mates that caused his discomfort of mind.
 Suddenly he had held In his breath and unwittingly stepped toward the bridge ladder. The first drew himself back from the chart, darting look of surprise at Torshell. But the captains steel blue eyes famed with sudden an ger.
 Good heavens, sir! Your engines aren't slowing dOwn?"
 TorshelI saIuted. Port air pump, sir"
 This drives a man madT' cried Wid- arlington, crashing his big fist upon the table. Nothing but defects, defects! Can ye drive engines at all, you mis- erable merchantman? What dye want to Slacken down to? Whats wrong this time? You
 That second came tremendous jar ring and crunching beneath their feet. The great ship was shaken like a thing of straw. An appalling hammering followed, chaotic and deafening. Gray steam surged through hatchways, ven tilatOrs and companions.
 The senisr engineer had rushed from the bridge. As he raced amidships he snatched the sacking off the backs of some of the "black squad" dumping ashes overheard, grabbed at quarter masters oilskinS and showed them all upon him.
 "Garret an Epburn an MT. Jerroll in port alJeywayw was the answer to his shout from the artihcers now in safety. It reached his ear as he step- ped down into the uproar of smashing, clashing metal.
 With heightened anxiety and fear, Widdrington stared at the steam still outpGuring. The thunderous clanking of ponderous machinery galloping' loose beat frightfully into his ear. With much more of it bilge plates would be started.
 It was then that blear eyed, cinder burnt signalman came hurrying along. Flagship fiingin' out Chase signals, sir!' was his report. III.
 When Torshell again dragged him. self on the bridge he was mere un- shapely mass, held together by swaths of lint Widdrington stepped hastily to him and helped him up the last rungs of the ladder. The captain look ed into the scanned and scalded face, nearly hidden baneath bandages. Said he heartily: By heavens, ye've pluck! | These men owe their lives to you. We've pluck" And with this certif- cate forthcoming at last for service done he dismissed the case for hero ism.
 But about this breakdown-what can you do? Our east wing scouts are in touch with the enemy, and here am I not doing five knots. Never shot to be fired, and ahead they've got all the work. Can you do nothing with these starboard engines?"
 "They are in a pretty bad fix, but I'll do my best to work them for a time at least" The senior engineer staggered to deep wallow of the stricken vessel as a tumultuous swell tilted her casemat- cd broadside. He would have fallen headlong If the officers had not sprung forward and caught him under the arms. He mOaned. My knee! My knee! It's smashed"
 Half an hour later he was superin- tending his officers and men, who, stripped to their trousers, were clear ing away the wreck. Every order that issued peremptorily from his blanched lips went full and fair to the mark and afforded -succinct .knoRIedEe and con
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