The Sentinel=record., 1914-10-04

narbor and aimed for the first Wharl that promised fair landing on the main waterfront of the city.
 There was neither policeman nor watchman of any sort in sight.
 Nor was there, for all his hopes and prayers, based on the telegram to Digby, a sign of a motor car Still, not much of the street waa revealed. The docks on either hand were walled and roofed, cutting off the view.
 If they ran for it, they must surely be overhauled. Something must be done to hinder the crew of the schooner from landing
 "Here!" he cried sharply to Barcus. You take Rose and hurry to the street and find that mOtor-car. l know she's there. Digby never failed me yeti"
 But you"
 Don't waste time worrying about me. I'll be with you in three shakes. I'm only going to put a spoke in Ju- dith's wheel. I've got a schemel"
 As for his scheme-he had none other than to give them battle, to sac rifce himself if need be. to make sure the escape of Rose. Sheer luck smiled on him to this extent, that In turning his eye lighted on a four-foot length of stout, thres- inch scantling, an excellently for. midable club.
 But soon, disarmed, his case was desperate-and there were two al ready safe upon the dock and others madly scrambling up to reinforce | them.
 Wildly he cast about for some sub stitute weapon, he leaped toward a | small pyramid of little but heavy kegs, | and seizing one, swung 1t overhead and cast 1t full force into the midriff of his nearest enemy; so that this one doubled up convulsively, with a sick ish grunt, and vanished in turn over | the end of the wharf.
 His fellow followed with less injury 1 But Alan had no time to wonder whether the man had tripped and thrown himself in his effort to escape @ second hurtling keg, or had turned coward and fled. It was enough that he had returned, precipitately anc heavily, to the schooner. The keg, meeting with no resistance pursued him even to the deck, where the force of its impact split its seams
 None of the combatants, however Alan least of all, noticed that the pow der that filtered out was black ant coarse. Alan, indeed, had only tht haziest notion that they were powder kegs he used as ammunition. Tha they were heavy and hurt when they collided with human flesh and bon' was all that interested him.
 In the same breath he heard | friendly voice shout warning far ul the dock, and knew that Barcus wa coming to his aid.
 A glance over-shoulder too, dscov cred the cause of the warning; tw' men who had thus far escaped hi attentions were maneuvering to fal upon him from behind. The bount | required to evade them brought hin face to face with Judith as she landed on the dock.
 "Oh," she cried. q hate you. I hat, you"
 80 you've said my dear, but"
 His final words were not aQdibl, even to himself. In his confidenc' (now that Barcus was taking care o the others) and his impatience witt the woman, and in his perhaps un worthy wish to demonstrate conclu sively how cheap he held her. Alal had tossed the pistol over the end o 1 the wharf.
 It was an old-fashioned weapon, anC the force with which it struck thu deck released the hammer.
 Instantly the A cartridge blazeC into the open head of broken powde keg.
 And with roar like the trump O doom and a mighty gust of flame anC smoke the decks of the schooner were riven and shattered; her masts tot tered and fell