The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-10-13


held captive by two more fishermen.
A fifth had taken charge OF D)se,
clamping her wrists In the wise of one
zig hand.
The sixth and sole other member of
he boarding party, likewise in the
'ough-and-ready garb of q fisherman,
was Judith Trine.
Down the side a heavy life-boat
ground its way astern, the loose end
Of Its painter slipping over the rail
even as Alan caught sight of it. $50
it seemed Barcus had guessed shrewd-
lyD -
Observing this. one of the men in
charge of Alan made as If to leave him
20 the other, addressing Judith for
permission to prevent the loss OF the
iife-boat. She stopped him with. u per-
3inptory gesture.
Without it. Hold that man fast till
'etch rope. Well make sure OF them
10Th, this time!"
Straining forward in the grasp os
Ter guard Rose implored her sister:
Judith. in PHYS name, think what
you are doing!"
Hold your tongue!' Judith snapped
yiciOusly.. Another wh!mper out Of
you, and I'll have you gagged"
The balance of her threat, though
accompanied by the exhibition of an
| automatic pistol, was drowned out by
the sudden roar of steamship fog-sig-
ual, so close aboard that 1t seemed
| almost to emanate from the forepart
of the schooner herself.
As 1t was answered by shrill and
hoarse cries, of terror and of warn
| ing, from p dozen throats. Alan found
| himself released. his captors leaping
for their lives to the taffrail
He caught an instantaneous glimpse
| Of the knife-like bow Of q prcs. steam-
er towering above the two-master-
sweeping toward it at speed which
'aised smart Jet OF white under the
,utwater.
Someone aboard the schooner, with
he voice of stentor, beloved a
.orrified appeal:
stop your engines! Shut off your
propeller! Stop your"
Then, like the wrath of God, the
steamship overwhelmed the lesser
I ship; its bow seemed 70 slice through
1 the srhooner as knife through
cheese. And the two halves were fair
ly driven under water by the frightful
force Of the blow.
| Thunders deafening him, Alan was
1url:d bodily through the mir fully
twenty feet.
When he came up he struck out at
'andom, blindly tormented by the Wis
on Of Rose caught in the suck of that
gigantic wheel. drawn under, crush
"a and mangled by the propeller oe
ne vast black hulk whose flank was
sliding past, like tho face of cliff,
ZEN Yards behind his shoulders.
Aware of several dark objects dot
/ ing the surface within n radius of
several ydrds, he swan for the near
'st: the head was a woman's, the face
uTend toward him the lace OF Rose
He gasncd wildly: "Keep cool!
DON'T struggle! Pat one hand on INV
houlder and"
What. happened then was never
lutte clear to him; he only knew that
ie was forced to fight for his vn-v
ne-that he woman, as soon n he
'ame Within reach, flung herself upon
Inn like sonle maddened animal,
;lutching his throat, winding her
imbs round him, dragging him down
and down.
/ primitive instinct alone saved him.
de remembered later, most vaguely,
the elimination of that duel beneath
he Observation-Disclosures froeins an
| 'rm, drawing it back, delivering :.
| blow from his shoulder with all nts
strength, finding himself free, strug-
Cling back to the air.
/ Then boathook caught the back of
| his shirt and dragged him for some
distance, until two strong hands
caught him beneath the armpits and
held his head above the water.
he looked up witlessly into the race
OF Barcus. and still bewiIdered, strug-
! sieu feeOiy.
The others voice brought him back
/ to his senses: EASY, old ton, Tale
/ i easy! You're all right now-rost
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