The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-03-05

Two days passed and on the evening OF the
third keenan, noticed the mat curtains drawn in
Carews hut. group Of natives gesticulated be-
fore the door, but would enter. The wireless
operator pushed aside the drawn mating wonder
ing why Carew should have closed himself in
when the slightest breath of sultry air was
blessed relief. Ca1ew sat in corner OF the nut
laughing He had lighted the lamp, which added
to the almost unbearable heat of the hut
The wireless man gasped out: Whats the mat
ter? Don't you want any air? You'll SURROGATE
He started to draw aside the curtains, when the
naturalist stopped him.
Don't he said. IT'S cold. My leg will catch
cold"
Swiftly Keenan, had him by the shoulders, and
there in the sitting room examined the wounded
leg. 1t took but glance to not the swelling and
the coming of the first modification around the
wound. Gangrene would set in, il it had not come
already. The end was certain death
More brandy and water thrown on him despite
protest. brought from the naturalist the story OF
the cutting. He had used unclean blade and
this was the result Both men returned to the
wireless station keenan, helping the now fright
ened hunter of scorpions.
grim silence settled over them, and while
Carew sat dumbly awaiting the outcome keenan,
thought hard
1t was nearly midnight when the idea came.
Away out at sea- hundreds of miles, were YES
sells passing. If he could only summon one and
persuade the captain to turn in to save life.
joyfully capping the inert Carew on the shoulder.
The naturalist too amazed for the time be-
ing to grasp the idea, but after he caught the
spirit his anxiety ptiful.
But the steamship would not turn so far he
walled. Then he cried out Promise them any
thing. l can pay.
His dynamos running smoothly Keenan, fin
gered the key and the blue sparks cracked. He
repeated at intervals and waited. There was no
answering click in the receivers Through the
night the cracking kept up while the awakened
natives and the comber hurried to the station to
watch the blue spark that snarled out into the
tropical night.
Toward morning Port Limon answered, but here
was no help At daylight the swelling had in
creased, and with the approach OF what he be-
lieved the end the New York man became calm.
81 am sorry friend" he said, "but think it's
pretty over. We TOO far from help, and,
besides, it is all impossible No ship would turn.
promise not to break down again. If do be-
come crazy and there is no hope, depend on you
to-" and he nodded significantly toward his re-
volver
keenan, did not answer. Somewhere out on the
Caribbean he knew the Santa Marta was plough
ing along so he piled the wireless increasingly.
The answer came about nine o'clock in the
morning from the Santa Marta, which reported
her position exactly 400 miles to the southeast
Rapid exchanges brought refusal to turn te
Swan island. The ships surgeon, Dr. W. S. Irwin
standing beside the wireless, said it would be use
less And the message was sent 10 heenan, VINO
dared not look at the doomed young man.
That seemed to to be the end for moment
Then there came a new sputtering in the receiver
"1he doctor says to perform the operation your
self"
How II" the spark from Swan island ques
toned the Santa Marta at sea-
Back came the Instructions
Get him ready" said the wireless "You hav
Warrens medical book there and you can go OF
the pages l mention Describe the symptoms
keenan, told the condition of the wound an
the circumstances but he insisted on his fear
when it came time to amputate
No amputation necessary came back the mes
sage "A lot of cutting according to direction an
your man Is saved"